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* But let eternal infamy pursue The wretch to naught but his ambition truo, 30 Who, for the sake of filling with one blast The post horns of all Europe, lays her waste Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock To see a people scatter'd like a flock, Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,

352 With all the savage thirst a tiger feels :Then vi :w him self-proclaim'd in a gazette Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet. The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac'd, Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd! . 40 The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour, And Death's own sithe would better speak his pow'r, Then

grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulderknot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, 45 The same their occupation and success.

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for. man ; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan : Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them. 50

B. Seldom, alas! the power of ingick reigns, ' With much sufficiency in royal brains ; Such reas'ning falls like an inverted cone, Wanting its proper base to stand upon. Man made for kings ! those opticks are but dim, 55 That tell you somsay, rather, they for him. That were indeed a king-ennobling thought, Could they, or would they, reason as they ought. The diadem with mighty projects lin’d, To catch renown by ruining mankind,

60 Is worth, with all its gold and glittring store, Just what the toy will sell for, and no more. Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good, Hot seldom used, how little understood! To pour in Virtue's lap her just reward ;

65 Keep vice restrain'd behind a djuble guard;

To quell the faction that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone ;
To nurse with tender care the thriving arts ;
Watch ev'ry beam Philosophy imparts;

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To give Religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ;
With close fidelity and love unfeign'd,
To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise;

75 His life a lesson to the land he aways; To touch the sword with conscientious awe, Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheath it in the peace-restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows;

80 Blest country where these kingly glories shine! Blest England, if this happiness be thiné !

A. Guard what you say ; the patriotick tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.-B. A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy,

85 To lure me to the baseness of a lie ; And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast,) The lie that flatters I abhor the most. Those arts be theirs, who hate his gentle reign, But he that loves him has no need to fain.

90 A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown address'd, Seems to imply a censure on the rest.

B. Quevedo, as he teils his sober talo, Ask’d, when in Hell, to see the royal jail ; Approv'd their method in all other things ;

95 But where, good sir, do you confine your kings? There, said his guide—the group is full in view. Indeed ?-replied the Don-there are but few. His black interpreter the charge disdain'dFew, fellow ?-there are all that ever reign'd. 120 Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike The guilty and not guilty, both alike. I grant the sarcasm is too severe, And we can readily refute it here ;

Vos. I.

While Alfred's name, the father of his age,

165 And the Sixth Edward's grace th' historick page.

A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all: By their own conduct they must stand or fall

B. True. While they live, the courtly laureat pays His quit-rent ode, his peppercorn of praise ; 110 And inrny a dunce, whose fingers itch to write, Adds, as he can, his tributary mite: A subject's faults a subject may proclaim, A monarch's errors are forbidden game! Thus free from censure, overaw'd by fear,

115 And prais'd for virtues that they scorn to wear, The fleeting forms of majesty engage Respect, while stalking o'er life's narrow stage; Then leave their crimes for history to scan, And ask with busy scorn, Was this the man? 120

I pity kings, whom Worship waits upon, Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer bows, And binds a wreath about their baby brows; Whom Education stiffens into state,

126 And Death awakens from that dream too late. Oh ! if Servility with supple knees, Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please ; If smooth Dissimulation, skill'd to grace A devil's purpose with an angel's face ;

130 If smiling peeresses, and simp’ring peers, Encompassing his throne a few short years ; If the gilt carriage and the pamperd steed, That wants no driving, and diedains the lead; If guards, mechanically form'd in ranks,

135 Playing, at beat of drum, their inartial pranks, Should’ring and standing as if stuck to stone, While condescending majesty looks on ; If monarchy consist is such base things, Sighing, -I say again, I pity kings!

141 To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood, Een when he labours for his country's good,

To see a band call'd patrio: for no cause,
But that they catch at popular applause,
Careless of all the anxiety he feels,

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Hook disappointment on the publick whcels;
With all their flippant fluency of tongue,
Most confident, when palpably most wrong;
If this be kingly, then farewell for me
All kingship; and may I be poor and free! 150
To be the Table Talk of clubs up stairs,
To which th' unwash'd artificer repairs,
T' indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue ;
(For what kings deem'd a toil, as well they may,

155 To him is relaxation and mere play,) To win no prtise, when well-wrought plans prevail, But to be rudely censur'd when they fail; To doubt the love his fav'rites may pretend, And in reality to find no friend;

16C If he indulge a cultivated taste, His gallries with the works of art well grac'd, To hear it call'd extravagance and waste; If these attendants, and if such as these, Must follow royalty, then welcome ease :

160 However humble and confind the sphere, Happy the state that has not these to fear. A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative havo

dwelt On situations that they never felt, Start up sagacious, cover'd with the dust

170 Of dreaming study and pedantick rust, And prate and preach about what others prove, As if the world and they were hand and glove. Lcave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs; 175 Poets, of all men, ever least regret Increasing taxes, and the natiort's debt. Could

you contrive the payment, and rehearse 'The mighty plan, oracular in verse,

No bard, nowe'er majestick, old or new,

180 Should claim my fix'd attention more than you.

B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay
To turn the course of Helicon that way;
Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide
Should purl amidst the traffick of Cheapside,

135 Or tinkle in Change Alley, to amuse The leathern ears of stockjobbers and Jews.

A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme
To themes more pertinent, if less sublime.
When ministers and ministerial arts;

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Patriots, who love good places at their hearts ;
When admirals extoll’d for standing still,
Or doing nothing with a deal of skill ;
Gen'rals who will not conquer when they may,
Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay; 195
When Freedom, wounded almost to despair,
Though Discontent alone can find out where ;
When themes like these emplcy the poet's tongue,
I hear as mute as if a syren sung.
Or tell me, if you can, what pow'r maintains 200
A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains ?
That were a theme might animate the dead,
And move the lips of poets cast in lead.
B. Thecause,

tho’worth the search, may yet eludu Conjecture and remark, however shrewd.

205 They take perhaps a well-directed aiin, Who seck it in his climate and his frame. Lib'ral in all things else, yet Nature here With stern severity deals out the year. Winter invades the spring, and often pours

210 A chilling flood on summer's drooping flow'rs , Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams, Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams; Thıc peasants 'irge their harvest, ply the fork With double tcil, and shiver at their work;

215 Thus with a rigour, for his good design'd, She rears her av'rite man of all mankind.

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