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Yet * ftill one gen’ral cry the skies assails, Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour Aows, And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales; His smile alone fecurity bestows : Few know the toiling statesinan's fear or care, Still to new heights his reftleis wishes tow'r; Th’insidious rival and the gaping heir. Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow'r;

Once † more, Democritus, arile on earth, Till conqueft unrefifted ceas'd to please, With cheerful wisdom and instructive mirch, And rights fubinitted left him none to seize. See motley life in modern trappings drest, At length his fovereign frowns—the train of state And feed with varied fools th' eternal jest: Mark the keen glance, and watch the fign to hate. Thou who couldīt laugh where want enchain'd Where-e'er he turns he meets a diranger's eye, caprice,

His suppliants scorn him, and his followers ty; Toil cruih'd conceit, and man was of a piece; Now drops at once the pride of awful state, Where wealth unlov’d without a mournir died; The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate, And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride ; The regal palace, the luxurious board, Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, The liv'ried army, and the menial lord. Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state ; With age, with cares, with maladies oppreft, Where change of fav'rites inade no change of laws, He seeks the refuge of monastic rett. And fenates heard before they judg’d a cause ; Grief aids difcafe, rcmenber'd foliy stings, How wouldst thou Thake at Britain's modith tribe, And his last lighs reprozch the faith of kings. Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe: Speak rhou, whule thoughts at humble peace Attentive, truth and nature to detcry,

repine, And pierce each scene with philofophic eye, Shall Wolfcy's wealth with Wolsey'send be thine? To thee were folemn toys or empty show,

Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: The wifeft justice on the banks of Trent? All aid the farce, and all thy inirth maintain, For why did Woltey, near the ftceps of fate, Whose joys are causcless, or whose griefs are vain. On weak foundations raise th' enormous weight?

Such was the scorn that fill'd the fage's mind, Why but to fink, beneath misfortune's blow, Renew'd at every glance on human kind; With louder ruin to the gulphs below? How just that fcorn ere yet thy voice declare, What g gave great Villiers to th’ailailin's knife, Search every state, and canvass ev'ry pray'r. And fix'd diseale on Harley's closing life?

Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's What murder'd Wentworth, and what exildi gate,

Hyde, Athirst for wealth, and burning to be great ; By kings protected, and to kings ally'd ? Delusive Fortune hears th’incellant call, What but their with indulg'd in courts to shine, They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall. And pow'r too great to keep, or to refign? On ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend,

When || first the college rolls receive his name, Hate dogs tincir flight, and infult mocks their end. The young enthufiaft quits his ease for fame; Lore ends with hope, the finking statesman's door Refiftless burns the fever of renown, Pours in the morning worshipper no more;

Caught from the strong contagion of the gown : For growing names the weekly scribbler lies, O'er Bodley's dome his future labours spread, To growing wealth the dedicator flics; And a Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head. From ev'ry room descends the painted face, Are there thy views ? proceed, illustrious youth, That hung the bright palladium of the place, And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth! And smok'd in kitchens, or in auctions fold, Yet fnou thy soul indulge ile gen'rous heat, To better features yields the frame of gold; Till captive Science yields her latt retrcat; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line Should Rcafon guide chee with her brightest ray, Heroic worth, benevolence divine :

And pour oa misty Doubt refiftless day: The form distorted justifies the fall,

Should no falle kindness lure to loose delight, And deteftation rids ch' indignant wall. Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright; But will not Britain hear the latt appeal, Should tempting Novelty ty cell refrain, Sign her foes doom, or guard her fav'rites zeal? Avd Sloth effulc her opiate fumes in vain ; Thro' Freedom's sons no more reinonstrance rings, Should Beauty blunt on fsps her fatal dart, Degrading nobles and controuling kings; Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart; Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats, Should no Disease thy torpid veins invade, And alk no questions but the price of votes ; Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy nade; With weekly libels and septennial ale,

Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Their wish is full to riot and to rail.

Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thce : In full-blown dignity, fee Wolfey stand, Dvign on the palling world to turn thinc eyes, Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand : And pause a while from learning, to be wise; To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs con- There mark what ills the scholar',' e affail, Thro' him the rays of regai bounty thine; [liga, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.

+ Ver. 28–55. | Ver. 56-!07. Ver. 108–113. ll Ver. 114--132. ! There is a tradition, that the study of friat Bacoa, built on an arch over the bridge, will fall, vihen a maltaster than Bacoa thuil país under ii.

* Ver. 23–27.


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Sce nations flowly wise, and meanly just, Condemnd a needy fupplicant to wait,

а To buried merit raise the tardy buit.

While ladies interpose, and flaves debate.
If dreams yet flatter, once again attend, But did not Chance at length her error mend ?
Hear Lydiat's life , and Galileo's end. Did no subverted empire mark his end?

Nor deem, when Learning her last prize bestows, Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
The glitt'ring erninence exempt from focs; Or hostile millions press him to the ground ?
See, when the vulgar 'ícapes, despis'd or aw'd, His fall was dciiind to a barren ttrand,
Rebellion's vengeful talons seize on Laud. A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;
From meaner minds, tho'jinaller fines content, He left the name, at which the world grew pale,

The plunder'd palace or sequester'd rent ; To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Mark'd out by dang’rous parts he nicets the shock Allg times their scenes of pompous woes afford,
And fatal Learning leads him to the block : From Perfia's tyrant, to Bavaria's lord.
Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep, In gay hoftility, and barb'rous pride,
But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep. With half mankind embattled at his fide,

The + festal blazes, the triumphal Show, Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey,
The ravilh'd standard, and the captive foe, And starves exhausted regions in his way;
The lenate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale, Attendant Flatt'ry counts his myriads o'er,
With force resistless o'er the brave prevail. Till counted inyriads footh his pride no more;
Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Alia whirl'd, Fresh praise is try'd till madneis tires his mind,
For such the steady Romans shook the world; The waves he latkes, and enchains the wind;
For such in distant lands the Britons shine, New pow'rs are claimn’d, new pow'rs are still be,
And stain with blood the Danube or the Rhine; stow'd,

This pow'r has praise, that virtue scarce can warm Till rude resistance lops the spreading god;
Till fame supplies the universal charm. The daring Giecks deride the martial lhow,
Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal game, And heap their vallies with the gaudy foe;
Where wasted nations raise a single name, Th’insulted sea with humbler thoughts he gains,
And mortgag'd states their grandlires wreaths re- A single skiff to speed his flight remains;
From age to age in everlasting debt; [gret, Th’incumber'd oar fcarce leaves the dreaded coat
Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right con- Through purple billows and a floating hoft.
To rust on medals, or on stones decay. [vey The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,
On I what foundation stands the warrior's Tries the dread fummits of Cæsarean pow'r,

With unexpected legions bursts away,
How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; And sees defenceless realms receive his sway;
A frame of adamant, a foul of fire,

Short fivay! fair Austria spreads her mournful
No dangers fright him, and no labours tire;

O'er love, n'er fear, extends his wide domain, The quien, the beauty, sets the world in arms;
Urconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; From hill to hill the heacon's rousing blaze
No jovs to him pacific sceptres yields,

Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise;
War founds the trump, he rushes to the field; The scree Croatian, and the wild Hussar,
Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine, With all the sons of ravage crowd the war;
And one capitulate, and one reign; [vain; The basiled prince in honour's fatt'ring bluom
Peace courts his hand, but fprcads her charms in Of hafty greatness finds the fatal doom,
“ Think nothing gain d, he cries, tiil nought re. His foes derifion, and his fubieéts blame,

And steals to death from anguish and from shame,
“ On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards Ay, Enlar ye ll my life with multitude of days,
“ And all be mine bencith the polar íky." In health, in sickness, thus the fuppliant prays ;
The march begins in military state,

Ilides from himself his state, and thuns to know,
And nations on his eye suspended wait; That life protracted is protračied woe.
Stern Famine guards the folitary coast,

Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
And Winter barricades the realis of Frost; And shuts up all the passages of jov :
He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay ;- In vain their gifts the bounteous teafons pour,
Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day : The fruit autumnal, and the vernal How'r-
The vanquilh'd hero leaves his broken bands, With littless eyes the dotard views the store,
And shows his miseries in difiant lands; He views, and wonders that they please no more;

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* A very learned divine and mathematician, fellow of New College Oxford, and rector of Okerton near Banbury. He wrote, among many others, a Latin Treatise De Natura Cali, &c. in which he attacked the lens timents of Scaliger and Arnitolo ; not bearing to hear it urged that some things are true in philosophy and false in divinity. He made above lis hundred serinons on the harmony of the Evangeliits. Being unsuccessful in publishing his works, he lay in the prison of Bucardo at Oxtord, and the king's-bench, till bishop Uther, Dr. Laud, Sir William Boswel, and Dr. Pink, relea!ei him by paying his debts. He petitioned King Charles I. to be sent into Ethiopia, &c. to proc ire MSS. Having spoken in favour of monarchy and ! thups, he was pluna dered by the parliament forces, and twice carried a vay prisoner froin his rectory; and afterwards had not hirt to shift him in three months, unless te borrowed it, and he died very poor in 1646. + Ver. 133-146. # Ver. 147-167 Ś Ver. 168–187.

| Ver, 188---83.


Nox pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, Who frown with vanity, who smile with art,
And Luxury with tighs her slave refigns. And ask the latest fathion of the heart,
Approach, ye minstrels, try the foothing strain, What care, what rules your heedless charms thall
Difuse the tuneful lenitives of pain :

No founds, alas ! would touch th' impervious ear, Each nymph your rival, and each youth your Nave?
Tipugh dancing mountains witness d Orpheus Against your fame with fondness hate coinbines,
Nor lute nor iyre his feeble pow'rs attend, [near; The rival batters, and the lover mines.
Nor sweeter music of a virtuous friend :

With distant voice neglected Virtue calls,
But everlafing dictates crowd his tongue, Less heard and less, the faint remonftrance fulls;
Perverfely grave, or positively wrong.

Tir'd with contempt, the quits the flipp'ry rein,
The Atill returning tale, and ling'ring jest, And Pride and Prudence take her feat in vain.
Perpiex the fawning niece and pamper'd guest, In crowd at once, where none the pass defend,
While growing hopes scarce awe the guth'ring The harmless freedom, and the private friend.
Ani scarce a legacy can bribe to hear; [Incer, The guardians yield, by force fuperior ply'd;
The watchful guests ftill hiot the last offence, To Int'reft, Prudence ; and to Flatt'ry, Pride.

The daughter's petulance, the fon's expence, Here Beauty falls betray'd, despis’d, ditreft,
Imp ove his heady rage with treach'rous ikill, And hifling Infamy proclaims the rett.
Ani mould his passions till they make his will. Where † then thall Hope and Fear their objects
Crnumber'd maladies his joints invade,

find ?
Laj fege to life, and press the dire blockade ; Must dull Suspense corrupt the stagnant mind?
But unextinguish'd Av’rice still remains, Must helpless iman, in ignorance fidate,
And dreaded Icties aggravate his pains; Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, Must no dillike aların, no wishes rile,
His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; No cries invoke the mercies of the ikics?
Or views his coffers with suipicious eyes, Enquirer, ccafe, petitions yet remain
Lalocks his gold, and counts it till he dies. Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem religion vain.

Bit grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime Suill raise for good the fupplicating voice,
D.us with an age exempt from scorn or crime; But leave to Heav'n the measure and the chioice,
An age that melts with unperceiv'd decay, Safe in his pow'r, whose eyes diicern afar
And giides in modest innocence away;

The secret ambuih of a specious pray'r,
Whoic peaceful day Benevolence endears, Implore his aid, in his decisions reit,
l'hose night congratulating Conscience cheers ; Secure whate’er he gives, he gives the heft,
The gen'ral favrite as the gen’ral friend : Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires,
Such age there is, and who Thall with its end? And strong devotion to the skics aspires,

Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortunc fings, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind,
To press the weary minutes tagging wings ; Obedient passions, and a will relign'd;
New forrow rises as the day returns,

For love, which scarce collective man can fill;
A fifter fickens, or a daughter mourns.

For patience, sov'reign o'er trantinuied ill;
Now kindred Merit fills the fable bier,

For faith, that, panting for a happier feat,
Low lacera ed Friendlhip claims a tear. Counts death kind Nature's signal of retrcat :
Year chales year, decay pursues decay,

These goods for man the laws of Hcav'o ordain,
Sil drops föme joy from with’ring life away; Those goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to
New forms ari'e, and diff'rent views engage,

Superfluous lays the vet'ran on the stage, With these celeftial Wisdom calms the mind,
Tili pityicy Nature signs the last releale, And makes the happiness the does not find.
And bids aiflicted worth retire to peace.

Bat few there are whom hours like these await, $ 101. Elogy on the Death of Lally Coventry.
Who set unclouded in the gulphs of Fate.

Written in 1760.

Bo Lydia's monarch Baard his fearch descend, THE midnight clock has toll'd—and, hark !
; caution d to regard end,
li life's last scene what prodigies surprise, Of death beatsflow! heard yethe note profound?
Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!

It pauses now; and now, with rising kiell,
From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage
And Swift expires a driv'ler and a fhow. [flow, Yes-Coventry is dead. Attend the strain,

Flings to the holiow gale its sullen found.
The teeming mother, anxious for her race,
Begs for each birth the fortune of a face :

Daughters of Albion! ye that, light as air,
Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring : So oft have tripp'd in her fantastic train,
Anc Sedley curs'd the forin that pleas'd a king.

With hearts as gay, and faces half as fair :

e nymplis of rosy lips and radiant eyes, For she was fair beyond your brightest bloom When pleasure keeps too busy to be wise, (This envy owns, since now her bloom is fled); Whom joys with soft varieties invite,

Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loon, By day the frolic, and the dance by night, Float in light vision round the poet's head. * Ver, 289-345, + Ver. 346—366


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Whenc'er with soft serenity the smil'd, ! Go footh your souls in sickness, grief, or pain,

Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise, With the lad folace of eternal llccp ! How tweetly mutable, how brightly wild,

Yet will I praise you, triflers as you are, The liquid lustre darted from her eyes !

More than those preachers of your fav'rite creed, Each look, each inotion, wak'd a new-born grace, Who proudly swell the brazen throat of war,

That o'er her form its transient glory cast : Who forın the phalanx, bid the battle bleed, Some lovelier wonder foon usurp'd the place,

Nor wish for more; who conquer but to die. Chas’d by a charm still lovelier than the last.

Hear, Folly, hear, and triumph in the tale! That bell again! It tells us what she is ; Like you they reason, not like

On what the was, no more the strain prolong: The breezé of bliss that fills your filken fail : Luxuriant fancy, pause! an hour like this

On pleasure's glitt'ring stream ve gaily steer Demands the tribute of a ferious fong.

Your little course to cold oblivion's thore; Nlaria claims it from that fable bicr,

They dare the storm, and thro' th'inciement year Where cold and wan the slumb'rer rests her Stem the rough surge, and brave the torrent's

head; In still finall whispers to reflection's car

Is it for glory? That just Fate denies; She breathes the folcmn dictates of the dead.

Long must the warrior moulder in his shroud, O catch the awful notes, and lift them loud ! Ere from her trump the heaven-breath'd accents Proclaim the theme by lage, by fool, rever'd ;

That lift the hero from the fighting crowd! (risc . Icar it, ye young, yc vain, yc great, ye proud! Is it his grasp of empiru to extend : 'Tis Nature (pcaks, and Nature will be heard.

To curb the fury of insulting foes ? Yes; ye shall hear, and tremble as ye hear, Ambition, ceafe! the idle contest end :

While, high with health, your hcarts exulting 'Tis but a kingdom thou canst win or lose. E'un in the midst of pleasure's mad career, [leap; And why must murder'd myriads lose their all The mental monitor small wake and weep!

(If life be all), why defolation low'r For say, than Coventry's propitious ftar,

With familh'd frown on this affrighted ball, What brighter planet on your births arose? That thou mayst fame the meteor of an hour? Or gave of fortune's gifts an ampler Marc, Go, wiser ye, that flutter life away, In life to lavish, or by death to losc?

Crown with the mantling juice the goblet high! this Early to lose! Whilc, borne on busy wing,

Weave the light dance, with festive freedom gay, kjer Ye rip the nećtar of each varying blooin ; And live your moment, since the next ye

die! Nor fear, while basking in the beams of Spring, Yę know, vain sceptics! know, th’ Alınighty

The wint'ry storm that sweeps you to the tomb; Mind, Think of her fate! revere the heavenly hand

Who breath'd on man a portion of his fire,
That led her hence, tho' soon, by steps fo Now; Bade his free foul, by carth nor time confind,
Long at her couch Death took his patient stand,

To heav'n, to immortality afpire.
And menac'd oft, and oft withheld the blow : Nor Thall the pile of hope his mercy rear'd
To give reflcction time, with lenient art,

By vain philosophy bc c'cr destroy'd :
Each fond delusion from her soul to steal;

Eternity, by all or with d or feard, Tcach her from folly peaceably to part,

Shall be by all or suffer'd or enjoy'd! And wean her from a world the lov'd fo well.

NOTE, In a book of French verses, intitled, Say, are you sure his mercy shall extend Ocuvres du Pbilomphe de Sans Souci, and lately

To you so long a span? Álas, ye sigh! [friend, reprinted at Berlin by authority, under the title Make then, while yet ye may, your God your of Poifies Diverses, may be found an Epiftle And learn with equal ease to ilcep or die !

to Marshal Keith, written profetiedly against the Nor think the Muse, wholc fuber voice yc hear, the whole, take the follo:ving lines :

inmortality of the foul. By way of specimen of Contracts with bigot frown her fullen brow; Casts round religion's orb the milts of fear, [glow. De l'avenir, cher Kvith, jugeons par le passé :

Or fhades with horrors what with smiles thould Comme avant que je futie ii n'avoit point penti; No-she would warn you with seraphic fire,

De même, après ma mort, quandtoutes ines parties

Par la corruption feront anéantics,
Heirs as ye are of heaven's eternal day;

Par un mème deftin il ne pensera plus !
Would bid you boldly to that heaven alpire,
Not link and sumber in your cells of clay.

Non, rien n'est plus certain, soyons en convaincu.

It is to this Epifle that the latter part of the Know, ye were form'd to range yon azure field,

Elegy alludes, In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave: Torce then, secure in faith's protecting thield, S 102. Eles y 10 a young Nobleman leaving the The sting froin death, the vict'ry from the grave!

University. MASON. Is this the bigot's rant? Away, ye vain! (ftcep: ERE yet, ingenuous youth, thy steps retire [vale: You hopes, your fears, in doubt, in dulneis From Cam's finooth margii, and the peaceful




Where Science call’d thee to her studious quire,, Be fill thyself: that open path of truth,

And met thee musing in her cloisters pale; Which led thee here, let manhood firm pursue;
Olet the friend (and may he boast the name!)

Retain the fiveet simplicity of youth;
Breathe from his artiers reed one parting lay:

And all thy virtue dictates, dare to do.
A las like this thy early virtues claim, Still scorn, with conscious pride, the mask of art
And this let voluntary friendship pay.

On vice's front let fearful caution low'r; l'et know, the time arrives, the dang'rous me,

And teach the diffident, difcrecter part When all those virtues, op’ning now fo fair,

Of knaves that plot, and fools that fawn for Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,

pow'r. Muit learn each pallion's boilt'rous breath to So, round thy brow when age's honours spread,

When death's cold hand unftrings thy Malon's There, if ambition, peftilent and pale,

lyre, Or luxury should taint their vernal glow;

When the green turflies lightly on his head,
If cold felf-interest, with her chilling galc,

Thy worth tall some fuperior bard infpire:
Shuldblaftth’unfolding blossomsere they blow; He to the ampleft bounds of time's domain
If nimic hues, by art or fashion spreail,

On rapture's plume thaligive thy name to fly;

For trust, with rev'rcnce iruft, this Sabine strain, Their genuine simple colouring should supply;

"The Muse forbids the virtuous man to dic.' O may with them these laureate honours fade,

And with them (if it can) my friendship die ! $ 103. The Choice of Itercules: from the Greek
Then do not blame, if, cho' thyself infpire,

of Prodicus. b. Lowth.
Cautious I Atrike the panegyric string;
The Muse full oft pursues a meteor fire,

Now had the fun of Jove, mature, attain'd

The joyful prime; when youth, clate and gay,
And, vainly vent'rous, foars on waxen wing: Steps into life, and follows unrestrain d
Tco actively awake at friendship's voice,

Where pallion leads, or prudence points the way.
The poet's bofum pours the fervent strain, In the


mind, at thole ambiguous years, Till fad reflection blames the haity choice,

Or vice, rank weed, fiuft strikes her pois 'nous
And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain. Or haply virtue's op'ning bud appears [root;

By just degrees, fair bloom of fairest fruit!
Cail we the shade of Pope from that blest bow'r,
Where thron’d he fits with many a tuneful fage; The gen'rous purpose fill thall warm the manly

For, if on youth's untainted thought impreit,
Ak, if he ne'er bemoans that hapless hour

When St. John's name illumin'd glory's page. As on a day, reflecting on his age
Ak, if the wretch, who dar'd his mem'ry stain; For highest deeds now ripe, Alcides fought
Ak, if his country's, his religion's foe, Retirement, nurse of contemplation sage,
D:feri'd the meed that Marlbro' fail'd to gain ; Step following step, and thought succeeding
The deathless meed he only could bettow :

The bard will tell thee, the misguided praise Musing, with steady pace the youth pursued

Clouds the celestial sunshine of his breast; His walk, and lost in meditation stray'd
Een now, repentant of his erring lays, Far in a lonely vale, with folitude

He heaves a sigh amid the realms of rest. Converting; while intent his mind survey'd
1 Pope thro' friendship faild, indignant vicw,

The dubious path of life: before him lay, [way. Yet pity, Dryden-hark, whene er he fings,

Here virtuc's rough ascent, there pleasure's Powry
How adulation drops her courtly dew

Much did the view divide his wav'ring mind :
Un titled rhyıners and inglorious kings ! Now glow'd his breast with gen'rous thirst of
See, from the depths of his exhauftless mine,

Now love of cafe to fofter thoughts inclin'd [fame;
His glitt'ring' stores the tuneful spendthrift

His yielding foul, and quench'd the rising fame: throws :

When, lo ! far off two femaic forms he spies : Where fear or int'reft bids, behold they shine ;

Direct to him their steps they seem to bear; Now grace a Cromwell's, now a Charles's brows.

Both large and tall, excceding human fize;

Both, far exceeding human beauty, fair.
Born with too gen'rous or too mean a heart, Graceful, yet each with diff'rent grace they move ;
Dryden! in vain to thee those stores werç lent; This striking sacred awe; that, fofter winning love.
Thy sweetest numbers but a trilling art; The first in native dignity furpass'd;
Thy strongest diction idly eloquent,

Artless and unadorn’d the pleas'd the more ;
The simplest lyre, if truth directs its lays, Health o'er her looks a genuine lustre cast;

Warbles a melody ne'er heard from thine : A vet more white than new-fallen Inow the
Not to difgust with 'false or venal praise, August the trod, yet modest was her air ; [wole :
Was Parnell's modeft fame, and may be mine. Screne her eye, yet darting heavenly fire.
Go then, my friend, nor let thy candid breast Still she drew near; and nearer still more fair,
Condemn me, if I check the plausive string;

More mild, appear'd : yet such as might inlpire
Go to the wayward world; complete the rest; Pleature corrected with an awful fear;
Be what the purest muse would wish to fing. Majestically sweet, and amiably fevere.




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