Then to his Library let him confine
The undigested Notions of his Brain ;
In curious Speculation spend his Days,
And labour to preserve Farb-s's Praise."
To Learning, 'tis confess’d, he'as some Pretence,
For he abounds in Books, tho not in Sense.

O valiant Sc ! with unan’mous Voice, The Nation does applaud the Senate's Choice ; Grown old in Wars, thou must in Council fit, For Councils now, as once for A&tions, fit.

Thy penetrating Sense can soon unfold
Mysterious Truth in thy own Cyphers told.

As a raw Youth, of the Patrician Race,
In that August Assembly claims a Place,
Only with awful Silence to attend,
And by the Sire's wise Precepts form his tender
Our modern Sages prudently admit (Mind,
Young T-of-d should in the Committee sit;
Provided still the first like Stamp he bear,
And, like the Infant Carthaginian, swear
Immortal Hatred to his Father's Foes,
And ever to support The Good Old Cause.

Unheard came creeping next a crafty Bard, Who factious Business never did retard ; An antient Stock, in covert Saw pics bold, In Plots consummate, and in Tricks grown old ; Since among Knaves he holds the foremost place, Old Fer. n's Footsteps who so well can trace? Tho twice his Marriage-bed has been betray'd, Good reason ftill his Vengeance has allay'd. The Injury his former Spouse has done, A large Eftate most amply did atone; He is content his present Spouse fhould Itrole To gain young Bullies to the Kit-kat Bowl.

S- , thou mighty Genius, next arise, Nor let young mesthy Vigilance surprize;

Gone Injury hise molt amp. Spoule 17 at Bowl.se

Let neither Gailt, or Crime, nor sense of Pain
Distract the Projects of thy teeming Brain,
Those Labours may be crown'd another Reign.
With thy accustom'd Art expound the Laws,
Weighing the Party's Merit, not the Cause.
Above the common Honour of a P ,
Thy restless Soul disdains that humble Sphere.
A Blazing-Comet to amaze the Sight,
And with a fiery Tail the People fright.
Thus, for a while, thou may'st with Lustre fine,
But soon to Primitive Dregs thou must return again.

Oh Albion, on these Shoulders ne'er repose,
These are thy dangerous intestine Foes ;
These are the Tyrants who would thee enthral, 7
Resolve to govern, or o'erthrow the Ball,
Tho they, like Sampfon, in the Ruin fall.

ble frig uitre I again.

An Allusion to the Bishop of Cambray's

Supplement of Homer, 1706.

Ambray, whilst of Seraphick Love you set*

The noblest Image in the clearest Light; A Love by no Self-Interest debas'd, But on th’Almighty's high Perfections plac'd ; A Love in which true Piety consists, That soars to Heav'n without the help of Priests ; Let partial Rome the great Attempt oppose, Support the Cheats from which her Income flows. Her Censures may condemn, but not confute, If best your elevated Notions suit With what to Reason seems th' Almighty's Due, They have th' Appearances of being true : And what can animated Clay produce Beyond a Guess, in Matters so abstruse ?


But when, descending from Empireal Height,
You stoop of sublunary Things to treat,
Minerva seems your Moral to dispense;.
How great the subject, how sublime the Sense!
Not the Meonian Bard wich such a Flame
E’er sung of ruling Arts (your lofty Theme)
In your Telemachus (his Hero's Son) :
We see the great Original outdone. . !
• There is in Virtue sure a hidden Charm

To force Esteem, and Envy to disarm;
Elfe in a fact'ring Court you ne'er had been design'd
T'instruct the future Troublers of Mankind.

Happy your Native Soil (at least by Nature fo)
On none her Treasures more profusely flow..
The Hills adorn’d with Vines, with Flow'rs thePlain,
Without the Sun's too near Approach, serene..

But Heav’n in vain does on your Vineyards smile, · The Monarch's Glory mocks the Lab'rer's Toil; Whilft to set up Pretenders to the Throne Of other Kingdoms, he destroys his own... Neglected Ceres with Reluctance yields Her Tribute to uncultivated Fields.

What tho elab'rate Brass with Nature strive, And proud Equestrian Figures seem alive? with various Terrors on their Basis wrought, With yielding Cittadels surpriz'd or bought? . Such Prodigies of Art and costly Pains, Serve but to gild th’unthinking Rabbles Chains.

O despicable State of all that groan Under a blind Dependency on One! : How far inferior to the Herds that range With Native Freedom o'er the Woods and Plains : With them no Fallacies of Schools prevail, Nor of a Right Divine the nauseous Tale, Can give to one among themselves a Pow'r, Without Controul his Fellows to devour.

To reas’ning Humankind alone belong
The Arts to hurt themselves, by reas’ning wrong,

Howe'er the foolish Notion first began,
Of trusting abs'lute Pow'r to lawless Man; :.
Howe'er a Tyrant may by Force sublist,
(For who would be a Slave that can rehst ?)
Those sit the safeft, easiest on the Throne,
That make their Peoples Interest their own;
And chusing rather to be lov'd than fear’d,
Are Kings of Men, not of a Șervile Herd.

Oh Liberty! wish'd for too late, when loft ;
Like Health, by those that want thee, valu'd most.
In Regions, where no Property is known,
Thro which the Garonne runs, and rapid Rhone,
Where Peasants toil for Harvests not their own, S
How gladly would they quit their fruitful Soil,
How gladly change for thee their Wine and Oil !
As Wretches chain’d and lab'ring at the Qar, 7
In sight of Italy's delightful Shore,
Reflect on their unhappy Fate the more.

Thy Laws have still their Force above the rest Of Gothic Kingdoms ; happy Albion, blest : Long since their antient Freedom they have lost, And servilely of their Subjection boast. Thy better Fate the vain Attempt refifts Of faithless Monarchs, and designing Priests; Unshaken yet thy Government sublists. While Streams of Blood the Continent o’erflow, Red'ning the Maese, the Danube, and the Po ; Thy Thames, auspicious Ide, her Thunder sends To crush thy Foes, and to relieve thy Friends.

Say Muse (since no Surprize, or foreign Stroke · Can hurt her guarded by her Walls of Oak, Since wholesom Laws her Liberty transfer To future Ages) what can Albion fear ? Can she the dear-bought Treasure throw away? Have Universities so great a Sway?


The Muse is filent, cautious to reflect
On Mansions where the Muses keep their Seat.
Barren of Thought, and niggardly of Rhime,
My creeping Numbers she forbids to climb;
Vent'ring too far, my weary Genius fails,
And o'er my drooping Senses Sleep prevails.

An Antique Pile near Thames's Silver Stream
Was the fantastick Object of my Dream;
In antient time a consecrated Fane,
But since apply'd to Uses more profane :
Filld with a popular debating Throng,
Oft in the Right, and oftner in the Wrong:
Of Good and Bad the variable Test,
Where the Religion that is voted belt
Is still inclin'd to perfecute the rest.

On the high Fabrick stood a Monster fell, Of hideous Hue, second to none in Hell; No Fury to be more abhor'd and fear’d, Her Teeth and Jaws with Clods of Gore besmear'd; Her Party-colour'd Robe obscenely stain'd With pious Murders, Freemen rackt and chain'd; With the implacable and brutal Rage Of fierce Dragoons, sparing nor Sex, nor Age ; With all the horrid Instruments of Death Torturing the Innocent, to improve their Faith, Piercing the Roof with her infectious Breath, Thus She began ; Are then my Labours vain, That to the Pow'r of France have added Spain? Vain my Attempts to make that Empire great? And fhall a Woman my Designs defeat? Baffle th'infernal Project I've begun, And break the Measures of my fav’rite Son ? .. How diff'ring from the Heroes of her Race, Who made their Humour of their Laws take place; And, lighting Coronation-Oaths, disdain'd Their high Prerogative should be restrain'd.

. Tho

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