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When black ambition stains a public cause, Scatter your favour's on a fof, A monarch's sword when mad vain-glory draws, Ingratitude 's the certain crop ; Not Waller's wreath can hide the nation's scar, And 'ris but just; I 'll tell you wherefore, Nor Boileau turn the feather to a Itar. You give the things you never care for.

Not so, when diadem'd with rays divine, A wile man always is or shou'd Touch'd with the fame that breaks from Virtue's Be mighty ready to do good; fhrine,

But makes a diff'rence in his thought Her priestess Muse forbids the good to die, Betwixt a guinea and a groat. And opes the temple of Eternity.

Now this I'll say; you 'll find in me There, other trophies deck the truly brave, A safe companion, and a free; Than such as Anstis cafts into the grave; But if you'd have me always nearFar other stars than * and * * wear,

A word, pray, in your Honour's ear. And may descend to Mornington from Stair ; I hope it is your resolution (Such as on Hough's unsullied mitre shine, To give me back my Constitution ! Or beam, good Digby, from a heart like thine); The sprightly wit, the lively eye, LetEnvyhowl, while heaven's whole chorustings, Th' engaging smile, the gaiety, And bark at honour not conferr'd by kings; That langhd down many a fummer sun, Let Flatt'ry sick’ning see the incense rise, And kept you up fo oft till one ; Sweet to the world, and grateíul to the skies: And all that voluntary vein, Truth guards the Poet, lanctifies the line, As when Belinda rais's my strain. And makes immortal, verse as mean as mine. A weazel once made thift to sink

Yes, the latt pen for freedom let me draw, In at a corn-loft thro' a chink; When truth stands trembling on the edge of law; Büt, having amply stuff d his skin, Here, last of Britons ! let your names be read; Could not get out as he got in: Are none, none living ! let me praise the dead; Which one belonging to the house And, for that canse which made your fathers ('Twas not a man, it was a mouse) Fall by the votes of their degen'rate line. [thine, Observing, cried, “ You 'scape not fo;

F. Alas! alas! pray end what you began, “ Lean as you came, fir, you must go.' And write next winter more Esays on Man. Sir, you may spare your application,

I'm no luch beait, nor his relation; $ 22. IMITATIONS OF HORACE. Pope. Nor one that temperance adiance,

Cranm'd to the throat with Ortolans :

Extremely ready to relign
Imitated in the Manner of Dr. Swift.

All that may make me none of mine.
'Tis true, my Lord, I gave my word South-lea subscriptions take who pleale,
I would be with you, June the third ; Leave me but liberty and ease.
Chang'd it to August; and, in short, 'Twas what I said to Cragg, and Child,
Have kept it as you do at Court.

Who prais’d my modetty, and smil'd. You humour me when I am fick,

Give me, I cried (enough for me),
Wny not when I am splenetic?

My bread, and independency!
In town, what objects could I meet? so bought an annual rent or two,
The shops thut up in ev'ry street,

And liv d—just as you see I do;
And fun'rals black’ning all the doors, Near fitty, and without a wife,
And yet more melancholy whores :

I trust that finking fund, my life.
And what a duft in ev'ry place!

Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well;
And a thin Court that wants your face, Shrink back to my paternal cell,
And fevers raging up and down,

A little house, with trees a-row,
And W. and H* both in town!

And, like its malter, very low. “ The dog-days are no more the case." There died my father, no man's debtor-'Tis true, but winter coines apace :

And there I '1 die, nor worse nor better. Then southward let your bard retire,

To set this matter full before ye, Hold out some months 'twixt sun and fire, Our old friend Swift will tell bis ftory: And you thall see, the firit warm weather, “ Harley, the nation's great support," Me and the butterflies together.

But you may read it, I stop short. My lord, your favours well I know;

SATIRE VI. 'Tis with divinction you bestow; And not to ev'ry one that comes,

The first part imitated in the year 1714 by Dr. Just as a Scotsman does his plums.

Swift; the latter part added after u'ards. * Pray, take them, fir; enough 's a feasts I've often with'd that I had clear, “ Eat some, and pocket up the rest.” For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, What, rob your boys, those pretty rogues ? A handsome house to lodge a friend, “ No, fir, you'll leave them to the hogs.” A river at my garden's end, Thus fools with compliments besiege ye, A terrace walk, and half a rood Contriring never to oblige yer

Of land set out to plant a wood.




Weil, now I have all this and more, “ To-morrow my appeal comes on; I akaot to increase my store;

" Without your help the cause is gone--" • Be ter a grievance seems to lie,

The Duke expects my Lord and you, A sis is mine but till I die;

About some great attairs, at two'lar but think 't would sound more clever “ Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind, "Ta me, and to my beirs for ever."

“ To get my warrant quickly fign'd: 'If I ne'er got or loft a groat

“ Contider, 'tis my first request." By any trick or any faolt;

Be satisfied, I'll do my best : And if I pray by reason's rules,

Then presently he falls to tease. And not like forty other fools,

“ You may for certain, if you please ; As thus: "Teachlaie

, Ogracious Maker! “ I doubt not, if his Lordship knew"To grant me this and t'other acre;

" And, Mr. Dean, one word from you" * Orit it be thy will and pleasure,

'Tis (let me see) three years and more Dared my pligt to end a treasure;" (Oćtober next it will be four) * But only at myrtion fits,

Since Harley bid me first attend, 7. And to be kex sa oy right wits:

And chofe me tor a humble friend; Prelerve, Alright; Providence !

Would take me in his coach to chat, Jat wist you izre me, competence:

And question me of this and that ; - And let me in inete fades compose

As, 'What's o'clock,' and · How's the wind?" Symething in verse as true as prose;

" Whose chariot 's that we left behind ?' - Renov'd from all th' ambitious scene,

Or gravely try to read the lines
Nor puff'd by pride, nor funk by spleen.' Writ underneath the country signs;
In short
, I 'in perfectly content,

Or, · Have you nothing new to-day
Are but live on this side Trent;

• Froni Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?' la creas the Channel twice a year,

Such tattle often entertains
Spend is months with statesmen here. My Lord and me as far as Stains;
Det hy all means come to town,

As once a week we trivel down 2 Tis for the service of the crown.

To Windsor, and again to Town, Lewis , tie Dean will be of use;

Where all that paffes inter nos feed for him up, take no excuse."

Might be proclaiind at Charing-Cross. stal, the danger of the feas,

Yet some I know with envy swell, al criters ne'er think of these;

Because they see me us'd so well: kat it cost five hundred pound,

" How think you of our friend the Dean? ratter where the money 's found:

“ I wonder what soine people mean; that a much more in debt,

My Lord and he are grown so great, ta they ne'er confider'd yet.

“ Always together tête-à-tête; Gat Mr. Dean, go change your gown;,

“ What, they admire hin for his jokes Lara; Lord know you 're come to iown.” “ See but the fortune of some folks!"

There flies about a strange report thaking it is levee-day;

Of some express arriv'd at Court: dead bis Honour in a pound,

I 'm Itopp'd by all the fools I meet, and by a triple circle round,

And catechis'd in ev'ry street. qeer'd with ribbons blue and green;

“ You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great; hould I thrust myself between ? “ Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? E tag observes me thus perplex'd,

“ Or do the prints and papers lie ?" inling, whispers to the next,

Faith, Sir, you know as much as I. Aitonghe the Dean had been too proud

“ Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest ! Tojale bere among a crowd.”

“ 'Tis now no secret”-I protest

'Tis one to me—“ Then tell us, pray, pe I have more zeal than wit: “ When are the troops to have their pay?" eager to express your love,

And, tho' I folemnly declare Pouze'er consider whom you shove,

I know no more than my Lord Mayor, But rudely press before a Duke.”

They stand amaz’d, and think me grown Pure I am pleas'd with this rebuke,

The closest mortal ever known. ad take it kindly meant to shew

Thus, in a sea of folly tost, but I desire the world thould know,

My choicest hours of life are lost; get a whisper , and withdraw ;

Yet always wishing to retreat, hen twenty fools I never saw

Oh, could I see my country feat! me with petitions fairly penn'd,

There, leaning near a gentle brook, iting I would stand their friend,

Sleep, or peruse some ancient book; This bumbly offers me his case,

And there in sweet oblivion drown hat begs my int"rest for a place :

Those cares that haunt the court and town. hundred other men's affairs,

Oh charming noons, and nights divine ! ike bees, are humming in my cars. Or when I sup, or when I dine,


herry te in baste away,




, in a furly fit,

My friends above, my folks below,

Our courtier walks from dish to dish, Chatting and laughing all a-row,

Taites for his friend of fowl and fith; The beans and bacon let before 'em,

Tells all their names, lays down the law, The grace-cup serv'd with all decorum : “ Que ça f bon! Ab, goutez ça! Each willing to be pleas'd, and please, “ That jelly's rich, this

malmsey healing And even the very dogs at ease!

“ Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in. Here no nian prates of idle things,

Was ever such a happy swain

: How this or that Italian sings,

He stuffs and swills; and stuffs again. A neighbour's madness, or lis Ipouse's, I 'm. quite afham d-'tis mighty rude Or what's in either of the houses :

“ To eat so much--but all's so good! But something much more our concern,

“ I have a thousand thanks to giveAnd quite a scandal not to learn :

“ My lord alone knows how to live." Which is the happier, or the wiser,

No sooner said, but from the hall A man of merit, or a miser ?

Ruth chaplain, butler, dogs and all : Whether we ought to choose our friends “ A rat! a rat! clap to the door."For their own worth, or our own ends ? The cat comes bouncing on the floor! What good, or better, we may call,

O for the heart of Homer's mice, And what, the very best of all?

Or gods, to save them in a trice! Our friend Dan Prior told (you know) (It was by Providence, they think, A tale extremely à propos :

For your damn'd stucco has no chink.) Name a town life, and in a trice

“An't please your Honour," quoth the peal He had a story of two mice.

“ This fame defiert is not so pleasant: Once on a time, so runs the fable,

“ Give me again my hollow tree, A country mouse, right hospitable,

“ A crust of bread and liberty!" Receiv'd a town moule at his board, Just as a farmer might a lord.

ODE 1. COOK IV. A trugal mouse upon the whole,

To Venus. Yet lov'd his friend, and had a soul: Knew what was handsoine, and would do it, AGAIN? new tumults in my breast; On just occasion, coute qui coute.

Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me reft! He brought him bacon (nothing lean),

I am not now, alas! the man Pudding that might have pleazů a dean; As in the gentle reign of my queen Anne. Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make,

Ah sound no more thy soft alarms, But with'd it Stilton for his fake;

Nor circle Tober fifty with thy charms! Yet, to his guieft tho' no way sparing,

Mother too fierce of dear desires! He ate himself the rind and parirg.

Turn, turn, to willing hearts your wanton Our courier scarce would touch a bit,

To number five direct your doves, But thew'd his breeding and his wit: There spread round Murray all your bloom He did his best to fee to eat,

Noble and young, who itrikes the heart And cried: “I vow you 're mighty neat. With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent, part; “ But, Lord! my friend, the favage scene! Equal, the injur'd to defend, “ For God's lake, come and live with men: To charm the mistress, or to fix the friend. Consider, mice like men must die,

He, with a hundred arts refin'd, “ Both small and great, both you and I: Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind “ Then spend your life in joy and sport; To him each rival shall submit, “ This doctrine, friend, I learn'd at court." Make but his riches equal to his wit. The veriest hermit in the nation

Then shall thy form the marble grace May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.

(Thy Grecian form), and Chloe lend the fac Away they come, thro' thick and thin,

His house embosóm'd in the grove,

Sacred to social life and social love, To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn :

Shall glitter o'er the pendant green, 'Twas on the night of a debate, When all their lordthips had fat late.

Where Thames reflects the vilionary (cene:

Thither the silver founding lyres Behold the place where, if a poet Shall call the smiling loves and young desire Shind in description, he might Thew it; There ev'ry grace and mule shall throng, Tell bow the moon-beam trembling falls, Exalt the dance, or animate the fongi And tips with Gilver all the walls;

There youths and nymphs, in concert gay Palladian walls, Venetian doors,

Shall hail the riling, close the parting day. Grotesco roofs, and fucco floors:

With me, alas! those joys are o'er; But let ii, in a word, he said,

For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. 'The nov was up, and men a bed,

Adieu,'fond hope of mutual fire ! The napkin white, the carpet red:

The ftill-believing, fill renew'd defire ; The guetts withdrawn bad left the treat, Adieu, the heart-expanding bowl! And down the mice sat, t'te-à-tête.

And all the kind deceivers of the soul!



Ec aty? ah tell me, ah, too dear ! Whether this portion of the world were rent stes doiy check th' involuntary tear? By the rude ocean from the continent,

a sords fo fowing, thoughts so free, Or thus created; it was sure delign'd Sete tam nonsense, at one glance of thee? To be the sacred refuge of mankind. xe, dreit in fancy's airy beam,

Hither th'oppressed thall henceforth refort, Aere I follow throth'extended dream; Justice to crave, and succour, at your court; Now, now, I cease, I clasp thy charms,

And then your Highness, not for ours alone, And now you barft (zh cruel!) from my arms; But for the world's Protector shall be known.

And swiftiy hact along the Mall, Or loftiy glide by the Canal;

Fame, swifter than your wing'd navy, flics Now kers by Cynthia's filver ray,

Through ev'ry land that near the ocean lies; And now ca rolling waters snatch'd away.

Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news

To all that piracy and rapine ute. Part of the Nint Ode of the Fourth Book.

With such a Chief the meaneft nation bich,

Might hope to lift her head above the ret;

What may be thought impotlible to do
LEFT you bould think that verse shall die,

By us, embraced by the Sea and You? Which fourds the filçer Thames along,

Lords of the world's great waste, the oceu, we aught on the wings of truth to fly,

Whole forests send to reign upon the lea; Above the reach of vulgar song.

And ev'ry coast may trouble or relieve; ko daring Milton fits sublime,

But none can visit us without your leave. Lo Spanier native muses play;

Angels and we have this prerogative, yet hall Waller yield to time,

That none can at our happy seats arrive; Na préve Cowley's moral lay.

While we descend at pleasure to invade les and chiefs long since had birth,

The bad with vengeance, and the good to sidh. Ez Czar was, or Newton namid;

Our little world, the image of the grent, mee nais'd new empires o'er the earth,

Like that, amidst the boundless ocean ici, Ani thole new heavens and systems fram'd. Of her own growth hath all that nature craves;

And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves. az: the chief's, the fage's pride !

As Egypt does not on the clouds rely, tad no poet, and they died;

But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; ka they schem’d, in vain they bled !

So what our earth, and what our heaven, denics, I had no poet, and are dead.

Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies.

The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know, A Panegyric to my Lord Protector, of the Free from the scorching fun that makes it grow; Prebe Greatness, and joint Interest of bis without the worm, in Persian filks we thine; Balans aed ibis Nation. Waller. And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine. Carli rith a strong, and yet a gentle hand,

To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs; a bride faction, and our hearts command, Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither twins: ed us from ourselves, and from the foe, Ours is the harvest where the Indians now, kus unite, and make us conquer too :

We plough the deep, and reap what others fun. parcial spirits still aloud complain,

Things of the noblest kind our own fou lireeris; ok themselves injur'd that they cannot reign; Stout are our men, and warlike are our teeds : kousno liberty, but where they may

Rome, tho' her eagle thro'the world had flowil, best controul upon their fellows prey.

Could never make this island all her own. are the waves as Neptune fhew'd his face

Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, focide the winds, and save the Trojan race,

France-conqu’ring Henry, flourith'd ; and now

You; bax your Highness, rais d above the rest


For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state, be of ambition, tofsing us, repress'd.

Till Alexander came to urge their fate. Pour drooping country, torn with civil hate


When for more worlds the Macedonian cried, stod by you, is made a glorious state; Die kat of empire, where the Irish come,

He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide ed the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. To make more great than that he did iubdue.

Another yet ; a world reserv'd for you the fea's our own : and now all nations greet, He safely might old troops to battle lead, Fitb bending fails, each vessel of our fleet : Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede; four pow'r extends as far as winds can blow, Whose hafty fight did, from a bloodless field, Swelling fails upon the globe may go. More fpoils than honour to the victor yield. kaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law, a race unconquer'd, by their clime made hold, Po balance Europe, and her states to awe) The Caledonians, arm’d with want and cold, a this conjunction doth on Britain (mile; Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, The greatest Leader, and the greatest Ine ! Been from all ages kept for you to tane.

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Wliom the old Roman wall so ill confin'd, Chang'd like the world's great scene! when v With a new chain of garrisons you bind:

out noise Here foreign gold no more thall make them come; The rising fun night's vulgar lights destroy Our English iron holds them fast at home.

Had you, some ages past, this race of glory They, that henceforth must be content to know Run, with amazement we should read your it No warmer region than their hills of snow, But living virtue, all achievements palt, May blame the fun; but must extol your Grace, Meets envy still to grapple with at last. Which in our senate hath allow'd them place.

This Cæsar found; and that ungrateful age Preferr'd by conqueft, happily v'erthrown, With losing him, went back to blood and ra Falling they rise, to be with us made one: Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yo So kind dictators made, when they came home, But cut the bond of union with that itroke Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.

That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars Like favour find the Irish, with like fate, Gave a dim light to violence and wars; Advanc'd to be a portion of our state; To such a tempelt as now threatens all, While by your valour, and your bounteous Did not your mighty arm prevent the full. Nations divided by the sea are join'd. (mind, If Rome's great fenate could notwieldthafa Holland, to gain your friendship, is content Which of the conquer'd world had made i To be our out-guard on the Continent:


[1 She from her fellow-provinces would go, What liope had ours, while yet their pow'r Rather than hazard to have you her foe. To rule victorious armies, but by you? In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, You, that had taught them to subdue their Preventing poits, the terror and the news, Could order teach, and their high sp’ritscom Our neighbour-princes tiembled at their roar; To ev'ry duty could their minds engage, But our conjunction makes them treinble more. Provoke their courage, and command thelr r Your never-failing sword made war to cease;

So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, And now you heal us with the acts of peace,

And angry grows, if he that first took pain Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,

To tame his youth, approach the haughty b Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

He bends to him, but frights away the rett Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won, itself into Auguftus' arms did caft;

As the vex'd world, to find repose, at last Than in restoring such as are undone : Tigers have courage, and the rugged hear;

So England now does, with like toil opprel But man alone can whom he conquers (pare.

Her weary head upon your bolom reft. To pardon willing, and to punish loth,

Then let the Muses with such notes as the f You strike with one hand, but you heal with both: Infruct us what belongs into our peace! Lifting up all that proftrate lie, you grieve

Your battles they hereafter shall indite, You cannot make the dead again to live.

And draw the image of our Mars in fight; When fate or error had our age mised,

Tell of towns storm’d, of armies over-run, And o'er this nation such confusion spread;

And mighty kingdoms by your conduct wi The only cure which could from heaven come

How, while you thunder d, clouds of duit

choke down, Was so much pow'r and piety in one !

Contending troops, and seas lay hid in finca One, whose extraction from an ancient line

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, Gives hope again that well-born men may shine: Here in low ftrains your milder deeds we fin

And ev'ry conqueror creates a Mule: The meanest, in your nature mild and good; The noble, reft secured in your blood.

But there, my Lordwe'll bays and olives br Oft have we wonderd, how you hid in peace

To crown your hend; while you in triumph

O'er vanquith'd nations, and the sea befide; A mind proportion'd to such things as these ;

While all your neighbour-princes unto you, How such a ruling fp'rit you could restrain,

Like Joseph's Theaves, pay reverence and boy And practise firit over yourself to reign. Your private life did a just pattern give, How fathers, husbands, pious fons, thould live;

§ 24. Cooper's Hill. Denham. Born to command, your princely virtues Ilept, Like humble David's, while the flock he kept. Upon Parnaffus, nor did talte the Itream

Sure there are poets which did never drei But when yourtroubled country call d youforth, of Helicon; we therefore may luppoje Your flaming courage and your matchléts worth, Those made not poets, but the pocts those Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,

And as courts make notkings, butkingsthecuu To fierce contention gave a prosp'rous end.

So where the Mules and their train relort, Still as you rise, the state, exalted too, Parnassus stands ; if I can be to thee Finds no diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you; A poet, thou Parnaffus art to me.



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