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With tyranny then superstition join'd,
At length Erasmus, that great injur'd name,
But see! each Muse in Leo's golden days Starts from her trance, and trims her wither'd bays; Rome's ancient genius, o'er its ruins spread, Shakes off the dust, and rears his reverend head. Then sculpture and her sister arts revive; Stones leap'd to form, and rocks began to live; With sweeter notes each rising temple rung; A Raphael painted, and a Vida sung: Immortal Vida! on whose honour'd brow The poet's bays and critic's ivy grow ! Cremona now shall ever boast thy name, As next in place to Mantua, next in fame!
But soon by impious arms from Latium chac'd, Their ancient bounds the banish'd Muses pass'd; Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance, But critic learning flourish'd most in France; The rules a nation born to serve obeys, And Boileau still in right of Horace sways. But we, brave Britons, foreign laws despis'd, And kept unconquer'd and unciviliz'd; Fierce for the liberties of wit, and bold, We still defied the Romans, as of old. Yet some there were, among the sounder few of those who less presum'd and better knew, Who durst assert the juster ancient cause, And here restor'd wit's fundamental laws. Such was the Muse, whose rules and practice tell * Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.' Such was Roscommon, not more learn'd than good, With manners generous as his noble blood;
To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known,
OF THE USE OF RICHES.
And soundest casuists doubt,like you and me?
But I, who think more highly of our kind,
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, We find our tenets just the same at last:
Both fairly owning riches, in effect,
B. What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; 'Tis thus we eat the bread another sows.
P. But how unequal it bestows observe ;
B. Trade it may help, society extend.
P. But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd.
Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see Still, as of old, incumber'd villainy! Could France or Rome divert our brave designs With all their brandies or with all their wines ? What could they more than knights and 'squires
confound, Or water all the quorum ten miles round?
A statesman's sluinbers how this speech would spoil!
Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil; Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door ; A hundred oxen at your levee roar.'
Poor avarice one torment more would find, Nor could profusion squander all in kind : Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet, And Worldly crying coals from street to street, Whom with a wig so wild and mien so maz'd Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craż'd. Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and hogs, Could he himself have sent it to the dogs ? His grace will game: to White's a bull be led, With spurning heels and with a butting head : To White's be carried, as to ancient games, Fair coursers, vases, and alluring dames. Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, Bear home six whores, and make his lady weep? Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine, Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine ? Oh filthy check on all industrious skill, To spoil the nation's last great trade,-quadrille! Since then, my lord, on such a world we fall, What say you? B. Say? Why, take it, gold and all
P. What riches give us let us then inquire : Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat,
clothes, and fire. Is this too little ? would you more than live? Alas! 'tis nuore than Turner finds they give. Alas ! 'tis more than (all his visions past) Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last! What can they give? to dying Hopkins heirs? To Chartres vigour? Japhet nose and ears? Can they in gems bid pallid Hippia glow ? In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below? Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail, With all the embroidery plaster'd at thy tail ?They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Perhaps you think the poor might have their part?
Yet, to be just to these poor men of pelf,
B. Who suffers thus, mere charity should own, Must act on motives powerful though unknown.
P. Some war, some plague or famine, they foresee,
Wise Peter sees the world's respect for gold,
The crown of Poland, venal twice an age,