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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.
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.
Nor deem, when Learning her last prize bestows, Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
The plunder'd palace or sequester'd rent ; To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
The + festal blazes, the triumphal Show, Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey,
This pow'r has praise, that virtue scarce can warm Till rude resistance lops the spreading god;
With unexpected legions bursts away,
Short fivay! fair Austria spreads her mournful
Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise;
And steals to death from anguish and from shame,
Ilides from himself his state, and thuns to know,
Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
* 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,
With distant voice neglected Virtue calls,
Tir'd with contempt, the quits the flipp'ry rein,
Bit grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime Suill raise for good the fupplicating voice,
The secret ambuih of a specious pray'r,
Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortunc fings, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind,
For love, which scarce collective man can fill;
For patience, sov'reign o'er trantinuied ill;
For faith, that, panting for a happier feat,
These goods for man the laws of Hcav'o ordain,
Bat few there are whom hours like these await, $ 101. Elogy on the Death of Lally Coventry.
Written in 1760.
It pauses now; and now, with rising kiell,
Flings to the holiow gale its sullen found.
Daughters of Albion! ye that, light as air,
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
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,
To heav'n, to immortality afpire.
By vain philosophy bc c'cr destroy'd :
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,
Par un mème deftin il ne pensera plus !
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;
Retain the fiveet simplicity of youth;
And all thy virtue dictates, dare to do.
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,
Thy worth tall some fuperior bard infpire:
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
of Prodicus. b. Lowth.
Now had the fun of Jove, mature, attain'd
The joyful prime; when youth, clate and gay,
Where pallion leads, or prudence points the way.
mind, at thole ambiguous years, Till fad reflection blames the haity choice,
Or vice, rank weed, fiuft strikes her pois 'nous
By just degrees, fair bloom of fairest fruit!
For, if on youth's untainted thought impreit,
Clouds the celestial sunshine of his breast; His walk, and lost in meditation stray'd
He heaves a sigh amid the realms of rest. Converting; while intent his mind survey'd
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
Much did the view divide his wav'ring mind :
Now love of cafe to fofter thoughts inclin'd [fame;
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.
Artless and unadorn’d the pleas'd the more ;
Warbles a melody ne'er heard from thine : A vet more white than new-fallen Inow the
More mild, appear'd : yet such as might inlpire