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How many Sons of Want might here enjoy What Nature gives for Age but to destroy? • Blush, blush, O Sun (the cries) here vainly found, To rife, to fet, to roll the Seafons round! • Shall Heav'n diftil in Dews, descend in Rain, From Earth gush Fountains, Rivers flow in vain? There fhall the wat'ry Lives in Myriads ftray, And be, to be alone each other's Prey? Unfought fhall here the teeming Quarries own The various Species of mechanic Stone? 'From Structure This, from Sculpture That confine? Shall Rocks forbid the latent Gem to fhine? 'Shall Mines, obedient, aid no Artift's Care, "Nor give the martial Sword and peaceful Share? "Ah! hall they never precious Ore unfold, To fmile in Silver, or to flame in Gold? Shall here the vegetable World alone, For Joys, for various Virtues reft unknown? While Food and Phyfic, Plants and Herbs fupply, Here must they fhoot alone to bloom and die?! Shall Fruits, which none but brutal Eyes furvey, Untouch'd grow ripe, untafted drop away? Shall here th' irrational, the favage Kind, Lord it o'er Stores by Heav'n for Man defign'd, • And trample what mild Suns benignly raife, While Man muft lofe the Ufe, and Heav'n the Praife?

• Shall it then be? (Indignant here the rose, Indignant, yet humane her Bofom glows)

No! By each honour'd Grecian Roman Name, · By Men for Virtue deified by Fame,

• Who peopled Lands, who modell'd infant State, And then bade Empire be maturely great;

By Thefe I fwear (be witnefs Earth and Skies!) Fair Order here fhall from Confufion rife.ve it G Wrapt I a future Colony furvey!

• Come then, ye Sons of Mis'ry! come away! VOL. III.

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Let thofe, whofe Sorrows from Neglect are known, (Here taught compell'd empower'd) Neglect atone! Let thofe enjoy, who never merit Woes,

In Youth th induftrious Wifh, in Age Repofe!
Allotted Acres (no reluctant Soil)

Shall prompt their Induftry, and pay their Toil
Let Families, long Strangers to Delight,
Whom wayward Fate difpers'd, by Me unite
Here live enjoying Life, fee Plenty, Peace';
Their Lands increafing as their Sons increase!
As Nature yet is found in leafy Glades

To intermix the Walks with Lights and Shades ;
Or as with Good and Ill, in chequer'd Strife,
Various the Goddefs colours human Life
So in this fertile Clime if yet are seen

Moors, Marthes, Cliffs by Turns to intervene; Where Cliffs, Moors, Marthes defolate the View, "Where haunts the Bittern, and where fcreams the Mew;

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Shall folemn Fanes and Halls of Juftice rife,
And Towns fhall open (all of Structure fair!)
To bright'ning Profpects, and to pureft Air,
Frequented Ports and Vineyards green fucceed,
And Flocks increafing whiten all the Mead,
On Science Science, Arts on Arts refine
ts refine
On thefe from high all Heav'n fhall fmiling
And Public Spirit here a People fhow, spbalwon
Free, num'rous, pleas'd and bufy all below. W

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Learn future Natives of this promis'd Land What your Forefathers ow'd my faving Hand! I GI Learn when Defpair fuch fudden Blifs fhall fee, Such Blifs muft fhine from OGLETHORPE or ME! ; Jadi diw goiviM Do You the neighb'ring blameless Indian aid, 107 Culture what he neglects, not His invade;

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Dare not, oh dare not, with ambitious View,
bitious View,
Force or demand Subjection, never due
of demand Subjection,
Let by My fpecious Name no Tyrants vife, as
And cry, while they enflaye, they civilize!
Know LIBERTY and I are ftill the fame,
Congenial-ever mingling Flame with Flame!
Why must I Afric's fable Children fee

Vended for Slaves, tho' form'd by Nature free, r
The nameless Tortures cruel Minds invent,
Thofe to fubject, whom Nature equal meant?
If these you dare, albeit unjuft Succefs
Empow'rs you now unpunith'd to opprefs,
Revolving Empire you and your's may doom,
(Rome all fubdu'd, yet Vandals vanquish'd Rome)
Yes, Empire may revolve, give Them the Day,
And Yoke may Yoke, and Blood may Blood re-
con pay.'

Thus (Ah! how far unequall'd by my Lays,
Unfkill'd the Heart to melt or Mind to raife)
Sublime, benevolent, deep, fweetly clear,
Worthy a THOMSON's Mufe, a FRED'RICK's Ear,
Thus fpoke the Goddess. Thus I faintly tell
In what lov'd Works Heav'n gives her to excel.
But who her Sons, that to her Int'reft true,
Converfant lead her to a Prince like you?
Thefe, Sir, falute you from Life's middle State,
Rich without Gold, and without Titles great:
Knowledge of Books and Men exalts their Thought,
In Wit accomplish'd, tho' in Wiles untaught,
Careless of Whispers meant to wound their Name,
Nor fneer'd nor brib'd from Virtue into Shame;
In Letters elegant, in Honour bright,

They come, they catch, and they reflect Delight.

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Mixing with thefe a few of Rank are found, For Councils, Embaffies, and Camps renown'd. JR 2

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Vers'd in gay Life, in honeft Maxims read;
And ever warm of Heart, yet cool of Head.
From these the circling Glafs gives Wit to shine,
The Bright grow brighter, and ev'n Courts refine;
From Thefe fo gifted, candid and upright,
Flows Knowledge foft'ning into Eafe polite.

Happy the Men who fuch a Prince can please!
Happy the Prince rever'd by Men like thefe!
His Condefcenfions Dignity difplay,

Grave with the wife, and with the witty gay;
For Him fine Marble in the Quarry lies,
Which in due Statues to his Fame fhall rife;
Ever fhall Public Spirit beam his Praffey a
And the Mufe fwell it in immortal Lays.

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This Satire was printed about the Year 1704, in a Collection of fatirical Poems. A Piece which is not deficient in Wit and Fancy, and has many happy Strokes of Humour, deferves to be rescued from Oblivion.

I have endeavoured, but in vain, to learn the Name of the Author.

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TEAR to the Rofe, where Punks in Numbers flock
To pick up Čullies to increase the Stock,
A lofty Fabric does the Sight invade,

And ftretches round the Place a pompous Shade,
Where fudden Shouts the Neighbourhood furprife,
And Thund'ring Claps and dreadful Hiffings rife.

Here thrifty Rhires Monarchs by the Day,
And keeps his Mercenary Kings in Pay,
With deep-mouth'd Actors fills the Vacant Scenes,
And drains the Town for Goddesses and Queens:
Here the lewd Punk, with Crowns and Sceptres grac'd,
Teaches her Eyes a more Majestic Caft,

Chriftopher Rich, Efq; Father of the late John Rich, Patentee of Covent Garden Theatre,

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