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32 Prepare for death if here at night you roam,
And sign your will before you sup from home.
33 Some fiery fop, with new commission vain,
Who fleeps on brambles till he kills his man;
Some frolick drunkard, reeling from a feast,
Provokes a broil, and ftabs you for a jest.
34 Yet ev'n these heroes, mischievously gay,
Lords of the street, and terrors of the way;
Flush'd as they are with folly, youth, and wine,
Their prudent insults to the poor confine ;
Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach,
And shun the shining train, and golden coach.
35 In vain, these dangers past, your doors
And hope the balmy blessings of repose ;
Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair,
The midnight murd'rer bursts the faithless bar;
Invades the sacred liour of filent reit,
And leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.
36 Scarce can our fields, such crowds at Tyburn die, With hemp the gallows and the fleet supply.
Poffis ignavus haberi,
Et subiti casus improvidus, ad cænam si
33 Ebrius, ac petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit,
Dat panas, noctem patitur lugentis amicum
34 - Sed, quamvis improbus annis,
Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina læna
Vitari jubet, & comitum longissimus ordo,
Multum præterea flanimarum, atque ænea lampas.
35 Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas : nam qui fpoliet te
Non deerit ; claufis domibus, &c.
36 Maximus in vinclis ferri modus; ut timeas, ne
Vomer deficiat, ne marræ sarcula defint.
Propose your schemes, ye senatorian band,
ways and means support the finking land :
Lest ropes be wanting in the tempting spring,
To rig another convoy for the king of.
37 A single gaol, in Alfred's golden reign,
Could half the nation's criminals contain;
Fair Justice, then, without constraint ador'd,
Held high the steady scale, but sheath'd the sword;
No spies were paid, no special juries known,
Blest age! but ah! how diff'rent from our own !
38 Much could I add,-but see the boat at hand,
The tide retiring calls me from the land :
39. Farewell !--When youth, and health, and fortune
Thou fly’ft for refuge to the Wilds of Kent;
And, tir'd like me with follies and with crimes,
In angry numbers warn’st succeeding times ;
Then shall thy friend, nor thou refuse his aid,
Still foe to vice, forsake his Cambrian fhade ;
In virtue's cause once more exert his rage,
Thy satire point, and animate thy page.
37 Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas Secula, quæ quondam sub regibus atque tribunis Viderunt una contentam carcere Romam.
38 His alias poteram, & pluries fubnectere causas : Sed jumenta vocant.
Ergo vale nostri memor : & quoties te
Roma tuo tefici properantem reddet Aquino,
Me quoque ad Elvinam Cererem, veftramque Dianam
Convelle à Cumis : satirarum ego, ni pudet illas,
Adjutor gelidos veniam calligatus in agros.
* A cant term in the House of Commons for methods of raising money.
+ The nation was discontented at the visits made by the King to Hanover.
LET * Observation, with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru ;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life;
Then say how hope and fear, defire and hate,
O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate,
Where wav'ring man, betray’d by vent'rous pride
To chase the dreary paths without a guide,
As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude,
Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good;
How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice,
Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant voice;
How nations sink, by darling schemes oppress’d,
When Vengeance listens to the fool's request.
Fate wings with ev'ry with th' affictive dart,
Each gift of nature and each grace of art;
With fatal heat impetuous courage glows,
With fatal sweetness elocution flows,
Impeachment stops the speaker's pow'rful breath,
And restless fire precipitates on death,
* But, scarce observ'd, the knowing and the bold
Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold ;
Wide wasting pest! that rages unconfin'd,
And crowds with crimes the records of mankind ;
For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws,
For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws;
Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys,
The dangers gather as the treasures rise.
Let Hist’ry tell where rival kings command,
And dubious title shakes the madded land,
When statutes glean the refuse of the sword,
How much more safe the vassal than the lord ;
Low sculks the hind beneath the
And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tower,
Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers found,
Tho' Confiscation's vultures hover round.
The needy traveller, serene and
Walks the wild heath, and fings his toil away.
Does envy seize thee? crush th' upbraiding joy,
Increase his riches, and his peace destroy,
Now fears in dire viciffitude invade,
The rustling brake alarms, and quiv'ring shade,
Nor light nor darkness bring his pain relief,
One shews the plunder, and one hides the thief.
Yet af still one gen'ral cry the Skies affails,
And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales ;
Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.
Once more, Democritus, arise on earth,
With cheerful wisdom and instructive mirth,
See motley life in modern trappings dress’d,
And feed with varied fools th' eternal jest :
Thou who could'st laugh where want enchain'd ca-
Toil cruth'd conceit, and man was of a piece ;
Where wealth unlov'd without a mourner dy'd ;
And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride ;
Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate,
Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy ftate;
Where change of fav’rites made no change of laws,
And senates heard before they judg'd a cause ;
How would'st thou shake at Britain's modifh tribe,
Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe?
Attentive truth and nature to descry,
And pierce each scene with philosophick eye,
To thee were solemn toys, or empty Thow,
The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe:
All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain,
Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain.
Such was the scorn that fill'd the sage's mind,
Renew'd at ev'ry glance on human kind;
How just that scorn ere yet thy voice declare,
Search ev'ry state, and canvass ev'ry pray’r.
* Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate,
Athirst for wealth, and burning to be great ;
Delusive Fortune hears th' incessant call,
They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall.
On ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend,
Hate dogs their flight, and insult mocks their end.
Love ends with hope, the sinking statesman's door
Pours in the morning worshiper no more ;