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Of homage, flatt'ry, pretty things,
Grateful to the ears of kings;
And the more substantial bliss
Of golden compliment from miss,
Whose little bosom pants to get
My fiat, for the final minuet".

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Invested thus with blessings three,

Power, profit, dignity;

Supported by such firm alliance,

To fortune's frowns I bid defiance:

She cannot spoil me of my crown:
She cannot undermine my throne."
But ah! how vain a thing is royal pride!
How near to woe is happiness allied!
When the swoln bosom feeds on future joy,
And no dark doubts the present good alloy;

When the great man, with confidence elate,
Builds on the perpetuity of state;

"The last minuet on the benefit night is reserved for the favourite lady who either dances best, or fees highest.

And, like the ancient king of Babylon,
Boasts himself lord of all beneath the sun;

Then, sad reverses at his elbow wait,

The gloomy ministers of envious Fate',

Which, at her bidding, the vain wretch surround,
Drag him with sudden ruin to the ground,
And, e'er he can "Jack Robinson" repeat,
Trample his greatness underneath their feet;
Clap an extinguisher on all his hopes,
And fill his soul with everlasting mopes.

As sings the bard, in allegoric strain,

How joys by grief, how pleasures are by pain
Quickly pursued, (and, what is strange to say,
For once Truth garnishes the poet's lay)

“To-day, though gales propitious blow,
And Peace soft-gliding down the sky
Lead Love along, and Harmony,
To-morrow the gay scene deforms:

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Then, all around,

The thunder's sound

Rolls rattling on through Heav'n's profound,
And down rush all the storms 9;"

So, RAMROD glorying in his crowded ball,
Nor dreading Fortune's tricks at all at all'.
Shall, instant, suffer revolution's pains,
(That cure so radical for tyrant reigns)

And, the sad subject of rebellious strife,

Mourn all, but loss entire of throne and life.

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The term revolution may be considered as a generic one. My uncle (who was a staunch whig of the old school) had a reference in this couplet to that genuine species of it, which England exhibited to the world in the glorious 1688; when the vor populi proved itself to be the vor Dei, by asserting "the rights of man" in a tone that shook the sceptre from the hand of despotism, and scared tyranny from the shores of Britain :

When Albion her giant form uprear'd,

And with an oath that shook heav'n, earth, and sea,
Stamp'd her strong foot, and said, she would be free.

COLERIDGE.

For now, the tuneful orchestra on high,
Resounds the strains of varied minstrelsy;
And, like young robins singing in a nest,
The group'd musicians play their very best,
And waken tones to calm e'en Pluto's breast.
Foremost in th' exalted throng

OWEN stout, and OWEN strong,
Calls from out his gilded harp,

Sounds inspiring, loud, and sharp:

The double-bass in angry murmurs growls:
A softer tone from HERSCHEL's viol rolls,
Who ravishes the crowd's attentive ears,

(Taught by the sage3) with “music of the spheres1:” Whilst the tabor and fife

Give to harmony life,

› This respectable performer is brother to the celebrated astronomer of

the same name.

Then listen I

To the celestial syrens' harmony

That sit upon the nine infolded spheres,
And sing.

Εκ πασων δε οκτω 8των μιαν αρμονιαν συμφωνειν.

MILTON.
PLATO.

And set female hearts all a-prancing,
Who, round RAMROD pouring,

In posture adoring,

Intreat him to let them be dancing.

Whilst thus propitious seems the state of things,
(Ah! on what trifles hangs the doom of kings)
Dark Destiny, intent on RAMROD's ruin,
Sudden pours out the woes she had been brewing;
Sets every instrument and tongue ajar,

And raises one wide scene of civil war.
For, scarcely had his skill, in order due,
Marshall'd the phalanx of the skipping crew;
When, at the door, a female form was seen,
Large as a mountain, splendid as a queen;
A wig, as ebon black, involv'd her skull,
Beneath whose curls, a visage, fat and full,
With rouge inflain'd, with fiery pimples proud,
Shone out, like Phoebus from a thunder-cloud.
Her naked bosom, ample, high, and red,
Seem'd like old Ocean, heaving on his bed,

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