With weekly libels and septennial ale,
Their wish is full to riot and to rail.

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In full-blown dignity, see Wolsey stand,
Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand :
To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs consign,
Through him the rays of regal bounty shine;
Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r,
Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow'r;
'Till conquest unresisted 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 eye,
His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly;/10
At once is lost the pride of awful state,
The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.
With age, with cares, with maladies oppress'd,
He seeks the refuge of monastic rest.

Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings,
And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.

Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth with Wolsey's end be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For why did Wolsey near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th' enormous weight?

Why but to sink beneath Misfortune's blow,
With louder ruin to the gulphs below?

What gave great Villiers to th' assassin's knife, And fix'd disease on Harley's closing life? What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd Hyde, By kings protected, and to kings ally'd? 130 What but their wish indulg’d in courts to shine, And pow'r too great to keep, or to resign?

When first the college rolls receive his name, The young enthusiast quits his ease for fame; Through all his veins the fever of renown Spreads from the strong contagion of the gown; O'er Bodley's dome his future labors 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! 40 Yet should thy soul indulge the gen`rous heat, Till captive Science yields her last retreat ; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, And pour on misty doubt resistless day ; Should no false Kindness lure to loose delight, Nor Praise relax, nor Difficulty fright; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain ; Should beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart; Should no Disease thy torpid reins 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 assail,
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
See nations slowly wise, and meanly just,
To buried merit raise the tardy bust. 66
If dreams yet flatter, once again attend,
Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end.

Nor deem, when Learning her last prize bestows,
The glitt❜ring eminence exempt from woes;
See when the vulgar 'scape, despis'd or aw’d,
Rebellion's vengeful talons seize on Laud.

From meaner minds, though smaller fines content
The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent ;
Mark'd out by dangerous parts he meets the shock;
And fatal Learning leads him to the block:
Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep;
But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep.

The festal blazes, the triumphal show,
The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe,
The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale,
With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirl'd,
For such the steady Romans shook the world;
For such in distant lands the Britons shine,

And stain with blood the Danube or the Rhine ; 15.

This pow'
'r has praise, that virtue scarce can warm,
Till fame supplies the universal charm.

Yet reason frowns on War's unequal game,

Where wasted nations raise a single name,

And mortgag'd states their grandsires' wreaths regret,
From age to age in everlasting debt;

Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey
To rust on medals, or on stones decay.

On what foundation stands the warrior's pride,
How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide;
A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,

No dangers fright him, and no labors tire;
O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain,
Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain;
No joys to him pacific scepters yield,

War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field;
Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine,

And one capitulate, and one resign';

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Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain ; "Think nothing gain'd, he cries, 'till nought remain, 200

"On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly,

"And all be mine beneath the polar sky."

The march begins in military state,
And nations on his eye suspended wait;
Stern Famine guards the solitary coast,

And winter barricades the realm of Frost;
He comes, not want and cold his course delay ;-
Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day:
The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands,

And shews his miseries in distant lands; 2/0
Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and slaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her error mend
Did no subverted empire mark his end?
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
Or hostile millions press him to the ground?
His fall was destin❜d to a barren strand,
A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;

He left the name at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

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All times their scenes of pompous woes afford, From Persia's tyrant to Bavaria's lord. In gay hostility, and barb'rous pride, With half mankind embattled on his side, Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey, And starves exhausted regions in his way; Attendant Flatt'ry counts his myriads o'er, Till counted myriads sooth his pride no more; Fresh praise is try'd till madness fires his mind, The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind;_239 New pow'rs are claim'd, new pow'rs are still bestow'd, Till rude resistance lops the spreading god;

The daring Greeks deride the martial show,

And heap their vallies with the gaudy foe;'

Th' insulted sea with humbler thoughts he gains,
A single skiff to speed his flight remains ;

Th' incumber'd oar scarce leaves the dreaded coast
Through purple billows and a floating host,