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Distreft alike the statesman and the wit,
“ This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says swelling Crispin, “ begg'd a cobler's vote.” “ This night our wit,” the pert apprentice cries, “ Lies at my feet; I hiss him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe; The bard may fupplicate, but cannot bribe. Yet, judg’d by those whose voices ne'er were sold, He feels no want of ill-persuading gold; But, confident of praise, if praise be due, Trusts without fear to merit and to you.
TO THE COMEDY OF
A WORD TO THE WISE*.
SPOKEN BY MR. HULL,
THIS night presents a play with public rage,
To wit reviving from its author's duft,
* Performed at Covent-Garden theatre in 1777, for the benofit of Mrs. Kelly, widow of Hugh Kelly, Esq. (he author of the play), and her children.
+ Upon the first representation of this play, 1770, a party assembled to damn it, and succeeded.
Yet then shall calm reflection bless the night,
STERN Winter now, by Spring repress’d,
Forbears the long-continued strife ; And Nature on her naked breast
Delights to catch the gales of life. Now o'er the rural kingdom roves
Soft pleasure with the laughing train, Love warbles in the vocal groves,
And vegetation plants the plain. Unhappy! whom to beds of pain,
Arthritic * tyranny consigns ; Whom smiling nature courts in vain,
Though rapture sings and beauty shines.
Her wings Imagination tries,
Where -'s humble turrets rise.
Nor from the pleasing groves depart, Where first great nature charm’d my fight, Where wisdom first inform'd
* The author being ill of the gout.
Here let me through the vales pursue
A guide — a father -- and a friend, Once more great nature's works renew,
Once more on wisdom's voice attend. From false caresses, causeless strife,
Wild hope, vain fear, alike remov'd; Here let me learn the use of life,
When best enjoy'd – when most improv'd. Teach me, thou venerable bower,
Cool meditation's quiet seat,
The filent grandeur of retreat.
Or raging factions rush to war,
I can't prevent, and will not share. But left I fall by subtler foes,
Bright Wisdom, teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart,
O PHEBUS! down the western sky,
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds fupply,
And wake them to the cares of day.
Come, Come, gentle Eve, the friend of care,
Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night! Refresh me with a cooling air,
And cheer me with a lambent light. Lay me, where o'er the verdant ground
Her living carpet Nature spreads ; Where the green bower, with roses crown'd,
In showers its fragrant foliage sheds ; Improve the peaceful hour with wine,
Let mufick die along the grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine,
And ev'ry strain be tun'd to love. Come, Stella, queen of all my heart !
Come, born to fill its vaft desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart,
Thy voice perpetual love inspires. Whilst all my wish and thine complete,
By turns we languish and we burn, Let fighing gales our sighs repeat,
Our murmurs murmuring brooks return. Let me when nature calls to rest,
And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast,
And bid the waking world farewell.
A U T U M N,
AN ODE. ALAS ! with swift and filent pace,
Impatient time rolls on the year ; The seasons change, and nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe.