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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 tread the dreary Paths without a Guide, As threach'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 fink, by darling Schemes opprefs'd, When Vengeance liftens to the Fool's Requeft. Fate wings with ev'ry With th' affli&tive 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 Deatha

(6) But scarce observ'd the Knowing and the Bold, Fall in the gen'ral Mafsacre of Golds Wide-wafting Peft ! that rages unconfin'd, And crowds with Crimes the Records of Mankind;

(a) Ver. 121. (6) Ver, 12-22,


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 Hift 'ry tell where rival Kings command,
And dubious Title fhakes the madded Land,
When Statutes glean the Refuse of the Sword,
How much more safe the Vaflal than the Lord;
Low fculks the Hind beneath the Rage of Pow'r,
And leaves the wealthy Traytor in the Tow'r ;)
Untouch'd his Cottage, and his Slumbers found,
Tho' Confifcation's Vultures hover round.

The needy Traveller, serene and gay,
Walks the wild Heath, and fings his Toil away,
Does Envy seize thee? crush th’ upbraiding Joy,
Increase his Riches and his Peace destroy,
New Fears in dire Viciffitude invade,
The rustling Brake alarms, and quiv'ring Shade,
Nor Light nor Darkness bring his Pain Relief,
One thews the Plunder, and one hides the Thief.

Yet (c) fill one gen’ral Cry the Skies affails,
And Gain and Grandeur load the tainted Gales;
Few know the toiling Statesman's Fear or Caregut
Th' insidious Rival and the gaping Heir,

Once (d) more, Democritus, arise on Earth, With chearful Wisdom and inftructive Mirth, See motley Life in modern Trappings dress'd, And feed with varied Fools th' eternal Jeft: [price Thou who couldft laugh where Want enchain'd CaToil crush'd Conceit, and Man was of apiece; 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 feen a new-made Mayor's unwieldy State ; Where Change of Fav'rites made no Change of Laws, And Senatès heard, before they judg'd a Caufe ; (c) Ver. 23-27

(d) Ver. 28–554


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How woulds thou shake at Britain's modish Tribe,
Dart the quick Taunt, and edge the piercing Gibe?
Attentive Truth and Nature to decry,
And pierce each Scene with philosophic Eye.
To thee were solemn Toys or empty Shew,
The Robes of Pleasure and the Veils of Woe:
All aid the Farce, and all thy Mirth maintain,
Whofe 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 every State, and canvass ev'ry Prayer. [Gate,

(e) Unnumber'd Suppliants crowd Preferment's r Athirst for Wealth, and burning to be Great ; Delufive Fortune bears th'inceffant Call, They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fail. On ev'ry Stage the Foes of Peace attend; Hate dogs their Flight, and Infult mocks their End. Love ends with Hope, the sinking Statesman's Door, Pours in the morning Woribipper no more; For growing Names the weekly Scribbler lies, To growing Wealth the Dedicator tlies, From ev'ry Room descends the painted Face, That hung the bright Palladium of the Place, And smoakd in Kitchens, or in Auction's fold, To better Features yields the frame of Gold; For now no more we trace in ev'ry Line Heroic worth, Benevolence divine : The Form distorted justifies the Fall, And Detestation rids th'indignant Wall.

But will not Britain hear the last Appeal, Sign her Foes doom, or guard her Fav'rites Zeal; Thro' Freedom's Sons no more Remonftrance rings, Degrading Nobles and controuling Kings 3" , 11 Our supple Tribes repress their Patriot Throats, And afk po Questions but the Price of Votes;

(1) Ver. 56-107.

With weekly Libels and septennial Ale,
Their Wish is full to Riot and to Rail..

In full-blown Dignity, fee Wolley stand,
Law in his Voice, and Fortune in his Hand:
To him the Church, the Realm, their Pow'rs consign,
Thro' him the Rays of regal bounty shine,
Still to new Heights bis restless Wishes tow'r,
Claim leads to Claim, and Pow'r advances Pow'r;
Till Conquest unrelifted ceas'd to please,
And Rights submitted left him none to seize.
At length his Sov'reign frowns-the Train of State
Mark the keen Glance, and watch the Sign to hate.
Where-e'er he turns he meets a Stranger's Fye,
His Suppliants scorn hiin, and his Followers fiy;
At once is lost the Pride of awful State,
The golden Canopy, the glitt'ring Plate,
The regal Palace, the luxurious Byard,,,
The liv’ried Army, and the menjal Lord.
With Age, with Cares, with Maladies oppress’d,
He seeks the Refage of monastic Rest.
Grief aids Diteuse, remember'd Foily fings,
And his last Sigbs reproach the Faith of Kings.
Speak thou, whose Thoughts at humble Peace re-

pine, Shall Woljey's Wealth, with Wolsey's End be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with fafer Pride content, The wifeft iuftice on the Banks of Trent? For why dişi 17oljey near the Steeps of Fate, On weak Foundations raise th' enormous Weight? Why but to fink beneath Misfortune's Blow, With louder Ruin to the Gulphs below?

What (f) gaye great Villiers to th’Affaffin's Knifes And fix's Disease on Harley's closing Life?... What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd Hyde? By Kings proteced, and to Kings'ally’d? What but their With indulg'd in Courts to shine, And Pow's too great to keep, or to resign? ***

When (5) Ver. 108–213.

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When(8) first the College-rolls receive his Name, The young Enthufiaft quits his Ease for Fame's Through all his Veins the Fever of Renown Spreads from the strong Contagion of the Gown ; O'er Bodley's Dome his future Labours spread, And * Bacon's Mansion trembles o'er his Head. Are these thy Views? proceed, illustrious Youth, And Virtue guard thee to the Throne of Truth! Yet should thy Soul indulge the gen'rous Heat, Till captive Science yields her last Retreat ; 1 Should Reafon guide thee with her brightest Ray, And pour on mifty Doubt refiftless Day: 1 Should no false Kindness lure to loose Delight, Nor Praise relax, nor Difficulty fright; Should tempting Novelty thy Cell refrain, And Sloth esule her opiate Fumes in vain ; Should Beauty blunt on Fops her fatal Darts Nor claim the Triumph of a letter'd Heart; Should no Disease thy torpid Veins invade, Nor Melancholy's Phantoms haunt thy Shade ; Yet hope not Life from Grief or Danger free, Nor think the Doom of Man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing World to turn thine Eyes, And pause awhile from Letters, to be wise; There mark what Ills the Scholar's Life affail, Toil, Envy, Want, the Patron, and the Jail. See Nations slowly wise, and meanly juft, To buried Merit raise the tardy Buft. If Dreams yet flatter, once again attend, Hear Lydiat's Life, and Galileo's End.

Nor deem, when Learning her lalt Prize bestows, The glitt’ring Eminence exempt from Woes; See when the Vulgar 'fcape, despis'd or aw'd, Rebellion's vengeful Talons, seize on Laud.

(8) Ver. 114-132. There is a Tradition, that the Study of Friar Bacon, built on an Arch over the Bridge, will fali, when a Man greater than Bacon Mall pass nader it.


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