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Then to his Library let him confine
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
As a raw Youth, of the Patrician Race,
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
Oh Albion, on these Shoulders ne'er repose,
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,
To force Esteem, and Envy to disarm;
Happy your Native Soil (at least by Nature fo)
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
Howe'er the foolish Notion first began,
Oh Liberty! wish'd for too late, when loft ;
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
An Antique Pile near Thames's Silver Stream
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.