WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF DR. HAYTER, BISHOP OF NORWICH, SOON AFTER HE WAS DISMISSED FROM HIS POST OF NOT gentler virtues glow'd in Cambray's breaft, AN ODE TO THE MOST UNPOPULAR MAN LIVING. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1753. SIR, while your heart with transport glows Perceive you not, with ftrange furprize, How Fortune smiles on fome folks lyes, Tho' Truth herself appear? While your wife counfels, and your cares A kingdom, and a — Is all your breast calm and ferene, Envy, you'll fay, your worth attends Nor may ev'n Fortune's fav'rites find, But fay, fince in a luckless hour Is then ambition quite as bleft Can How feel you, Sir, within ? you reflect, without remorse ? I fear you can-fo much the worfe But, Sir, How are your dreams ? Free are they all from guilt and fear? See you not injur'd Norwich, there, Or Harcourt cross the Thames? The family feat. Or WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF DR. HAYTEK, BISHOP OF NORWICH, SOON AFTER НЕ WAS DISMISSED FROM HIS POST OF GOVERNOR TO THE PRINCE OF WALES IN 1752. NOT gentler virtues glow'd in Cambray's breaft, ANO DE TO THE MOST UNPOPULAR MAN LIVING. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1753. SIR, while your heart with transport glows Loft in your P. -s ear; Perceive you not, with ftrange furprize, How Fortune smiles on fome folks lyes, Tho' Truth herself appear? While your wife counfels, and your cares A kingdom, and a -, Is all your breast calm and ferene, As when you walk'd on * Winton's Green, Envy, you'll fay, your worth attends Nor may ev'n Fortune's fav'rites find, But fay, fince in a luckless hour Is then ambition quite as bleft Can you reflect, without remorfe? But, Sir, How are your dreams? Or Harcourt cross the Thames ? The family feat. Or Or feem you lightly still to rife With nothing to retard? With ev❜n Britannia's council's fet, And give the due reward! Or wakeful to your country's call, -Not fleep a wink ?-Yet know For fuch defert, a proper state Pirithous and the Lapithe, ཝཱ *Pirithous. A man who, to accomplish his ambitious views, went to hell, and was torn in pieces by Cerberus. Lapitha. A people of Theffaly, who violated the laws of hospitality, at a prince's table. Quid memorem Lapithas, Ixonia, Pirithoumque? Accubat, et manibus prohibet contingere menfas," VIRG. Lib. 6. Thus |