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The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace Whence nature He informs, and with one ray
(Strangers on earth!) are innocence and peace : Shot from his eye, does all her works survey;
There, from the ways of men laid safe alhore, Creates, supports, confounds ! where time and
We smile to hear the distant tempest roar ;

There, bless'd with health, with bus'ness unper- Matter, and form, and fortune, life, and grace,
This life we relish, and ensure the next; [plex'd, Wait humbly at the footstool of their God,
There to the Muses sport ; these numbers free, And move obedient at his awful nod;
Pierian Eastbury! I owe to thee.

Whence he beholds us vagrant emmets crawl
At random on this air-suspended ball

(Speck of creation): if he pour one breath, § 134. The Day of Judgment. Young. The bubble breaks, and 'tis eternal death.

Thence issuing, I behold (but mortal sight

O! the wide theatre, whose ample space Sustains not such a rushing sea of light!)
Must entertain the whole of human race,

I see, on an empyreal Aying throne
At Heav'n's all pow'rful ediêt is prepard, Sublimely rais'd, Heav'n's everlasting Son;
And fenc'd around with an immortal guard.

Crown’d with that majesty which form'd the
Tribes, provinces, dominions, worlds, o'erflow

The mighty plain, and deluge all below: And the grand rebel flaining downward hurl?d.
And ev'ry age and nation pours along; Virtue, dominion, praise, omnipotence,
Nimrod and Bourbon mingle in the throng: Support the train of their triumphant Prince.
Adam falutes his youngest fon; no sign A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright,
Of all those ages which their births disjoin. Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light.

How empty learning, and how vain is art, Night Thades the solemn arches of his brows,
But as it mends the life, and guides the heart ! And in his cheek the purple morning glows.
What volumes have been swell’d, what time been Where'er serene he turns propitious eyes,
To fix a hero's birth-day or descent ? [spent, Or we expect, or find, a paradise :
What joy must it now yield, what rapture raise, But if resentment reddens their mild beams,
To see the glorious race of ancient days ! The Eden kindles, and the world's in flames.
To greet those worthies, who perhaps have stood On one hand, knowledge thines in purest light;
Illustrious on record before the flood !

On one, the sword of justice, fiercely bright.
Alas! a nearer care your soul demands. Now bend the knee in sport, present the reed ;
Cæsar un-noted in your presence stands. Now tell the scourg'd Impoftor he shall bleed!

How vast the concourse! not in number more Thus glorious thro' the courts of heav'n, the
The waves that break on the resounding shore. Of life and death eternal bends the course; [source
The leaves that tremble in the shady grove, Loud thunders round him roll, and lightnings
The lamps that gild the spangled vaults above; Th’angelic host is rang’d in bright array: [play;
Those overwhelming armies, whose command Some touch the string, some strike the sounding
Said to one empire, Fall; another, Stand: (dawn And mingling voices in rich concert swell; [shell,
Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking Voices seraphic; blest with such a strain,
Rouz'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on; Could Satan hear, he were a god again.
Great Xerxes'world in arms, proud Cannæ's field, Triumphant King of Glory! Soul of bliss !
Where Carthage taught victorious Rome to yield, What a ftupendous turn of fate is this!
(Another blow had broke the fates decree, O! whither art thou rais'd above the scorn
And earth had wanted her fourth monarchy) And indigence of him in Bethlem born;
Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's host, A needless, helpless, unaccounted guest,
They all are here, and here they all are lost: And but a second to the fodder'd beast ?
Their millions (well to be discern'd in vain, How chang'd from him who meekly proftratelaid,
Loft as a billow in th’unbounded main.

Vouchsafd to wash the feet himself had made!
This echoing voice now rends the yielding air: From him who was betray'd, forfook, deny'd,
“For judgment, judgment, sons of men, prepare!" Wept, languith'd, pray’d, bled, thirsted, groan'd,
Earth'shakes anew; I hear her groans profound; and dy'd;
And hell thro' all her trembling realms resound. Hung pierc'd and bare, insulted by the foe;

Whoe'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth; All heav'n in tears above, earth unconcern'd
Bleft with most equal planets at thy birth;

Whose valour drew the most successful sword, And was't enough to bid the Sun retire ?
Most realms united in one cominon lord; Why did not Nature at thy groan expire ?
Who on the day of triumph, faidst, Be thine I fee, I hear, I feel, the pangs divine ;
The skies, Jehovah, all this world is mine ; The world is vanish'd.— I ain wholly thine.
Dare not to lift thine eye-Alas! my muse, Mistaken Caiaphas! Ah! which blafphem'd;
How art thou lost! what numbers canst thou chuse? Thou or thy pris'ner, which shall be condemn'da

A sudden blush inflames the waving sky, Well might'st thou rend thy garinents, well exa
And now the crimfon curtains open fly; Deep are the horrors of eternal flame! (claim;
Lo! far within, and far above all height, But God is good ! 'tis wond'rous all I Ev’n He
Where heav'n's great Soy'reign reigns in worlds Thou gav'st to death, shame, torture, dy'd for thee.
of light,


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Now the descending triumph stops its flight • Who joys the mother Autumn's bed to crown? From earth full twice a planetary height.

• And bids old Winter lay her honours down? There all the clouds condens'd, two columns raise • Not the Great Ottoman, or Greater Czar, Distinet with orient veins, and golden blaze : • Not Europe's arbitress of peace and war. One tix'd on earth, and one in fca; and round • May sea and land, and carth and heav'n be join'de It: ample foot the firelling billows found. To bring th’eternal Author to my mind! These an imincaturable arch support,

• When oceans roar, or awful thunders roul,[foul; The grand tribunal of this awful court.

May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my Sliccts of bright azure, from the purett sky, When earin's in bloom, or pianets proudly shinc, Stream froin the crystal arch, and round the co Adore, my heart, the Majesty divine ! luinns fly:

• Thro'cv'ry scene of life, or peace, or war, Death, wrapt in chains, low at the basis lics, Plenty, or want, Thy glory be my care ! And on the point of his own arrow dies.

Shine we in arms? or ling beneath our vine ? Here high enthron'd th'eternal Judge is plac'd; Thine is the vintage, and the conquest Thine: With all the grandcur of his Godhead gracd; • Thy pleasure points the thaft and bends the bow, Stars on his robes in beauteous order meet, • The cluster blasts, or bids it brightly glow : And the sun burns bencath his awful feet. "'Tis Thou that lead'st our pow'rful armies forth,

Now an archangel eminently bright, · Andgiv's great Ame thy sceptre o'er the north, From off his silver staff, of wond'rous height, • Grant I inay ever, at the morning-ray, Unfurls the Christian flag, which waving fies, • Open with pray’r the consecrated day; And thuts and opens more than half the skies : • Tune thy great praise, and bid my soul arise, The Cross so strong a red, it sheds a stain • And with the mounting sun ascend the skies; Where'er it Roats, on earth, on air, and main; • As that advances, let my zeal improve, Flushes the hill, and fets on fire the wood, • And glow with ardour of consummate lore; And turns the deep-dy'd ocean into blood. • Nor cease at eve, but with the letting sun

Oh formidable Glory! dreadful bright! My endless worship shall be still begun, Refulgent torture to the guilty sight.

• And, oh, permit the gloom of folemn night Ah turn, unweary mule, nor dare reveal • To sacred thought may forcibly invite. What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell.

• When this world's fhut, and awful planets rile, Say not (to make the Sun shrink in his beam) • Call on our minds, and raise them to the kics: Dare not affirm, they with it all a dream; Compose our fouls with a less dazzling sight, With, or their fouls may with their limbs decay, • And Thew all naturc in a milder light; Or God be spoild of his eternal lway.

• How ev'ry boist'rous thought in calins subsides; But rather, if thou know'st the means, unfold • How the simooth d fpirit into goodness glides ! How they with transport might the scene behold.

O how divine! to ticad the milky way Ah how! but by Repentance, by a mind • To the brigit palace of the Lord of day; Quick, and severe its oi n offence to find ? • His court admire, or for his favour fuc, By tears, and groans, and never-ceasing care, • Or leagues of friendihip with his faints renew; And all the pious violence of Pray’r?

• Pleas'd to look down, anc' see the world alicer, Thus then, with fervency till now unknown, • While I long vigils to its Founder kecp! I cast my heart before th'eternal throne,

· Canit thoj.ot thake the centre? Oh controul, In this great temple, which the skies surround, • Subduc by force the rebel in my soul; Forhomage toits Lord, a narrow bound. [weighi,

· Thou, who can still the raging of the flood, • O Thou! whofe balance does the mountains

• Restrain the various tumults of my blood ; • Whofe will the wild tunultuous fcas obey, • Teach me, with cqual firmness, to sutaja • Whofe breath can turn thote wat’ry worlds to • Alluring pleafure and assaulting pain. • flame,

O may I pant for Thee in each defire! • That flame to tempest, and that tempeft tame; And with ttrony faith foment the holy fire ! • Earth's mcancftfon, all trembling, proitrate falls,

• Stretch out iny soul in hope, and gratp the prize. • And on the boundless of thy goodness calls. • Which in Eternity's decp bosom lics! • O! give the winds áll pait offence to sweep,

• At the Great Day of recompence behold, • To scatter wide, or bury in the deep:

• Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold! • Thy pow'r, my weakness, may I ever see, • Then wafted upward to the blissful leat, • And wholly dedicate my soul to thee : • From age to age my grateful fong repeat; • Reign o'er my will; my paflions ebb and flow My Light, my Life, my God, my Saviour sec, • At thy command, nor human motive know! • And rival angels in the praise of 'Thee!' • If anger boil, let anger be my praiti, • and in the graceful indignation raile.

FABLES, by the late Mr. Giy. • My love be warm to fuccour the distress'd, • And lift the burden from the soul oppress’d.

Intı oduétion to the Fables. Put the Firsi. • ( may my understanding ever read

135. The Shepherd and the Philofopher. • This glorious volume, which thy wisdom made! R

EMOTE from cities liv'd a firain, • Who decks the maiden Spring with flow’ry Unvex'd with all the cares of gain ; pride?

His head was filver'd o'er with are, .W!:o calls forth fummer, like a sparkling bride And long experience made him age;

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In summer's heat and winter's cold

Thus ev'ry object of creation He fed his Hock, and penn'd the fold;

Can furnith hints to contemplation; His hours in cheerful labour few;

And from the most minute and mean, Nor envy nor ambition know:

A virtuous mind can morals glean.
His wisdom and his honeft fame

Thy fame is just, the sage replies ;
Through all the country rais'd his name. Thy virtue proves thee truly wise.
A decp Philofopher (whose rules

Pride often guides the author's pen ;
Of moral life were drawn from schools)

Books as affected are as men :
The shepherd's homely cottage fought, But he who studies nature's laws,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought : From certain truth his maxims draws;

Whence is thy learning! Hath thy toil And those, without our schools, suffice
O’er books consum'd the midnight oil ? To make mon moral, good and wife.
Hast thou old Grecce and Rome survey'd,
And the vast fenfe of Plato weigh’d
Hath Socrates thy soul refin'd?

To his Highness William Duke of Cumberland. And hast thou fathom'd Tully's mind ?

§ 136. Fable 1. The Lion, the Tyger, and the Or, like the wise Ulysses, thrown

Traveller, By various fates on realms unknown, Haft thou through many cities stray'd, ACCEPT, young prince, the moral lay, Their custoins, laws, and manners weighid ?

And in these tales mankind furvey; The shepherd modeitly reply'd,

With carly virtues plant your breast; I ne'er the paths of learning tryd;

The specious arts of vice deteft. Nor have I roain'd in foreign parts

Princes, like beauties, from their youth To read mankind, their laws and arts;

Are strangers to the voice of truth; For man is practis'd in disguise;

Learn to contemn all praise betimes : He cheats the most difcerning eyes ;

For Aattery's the nurse of crimes : Who by that search shall wiser grow,

Friendship by sweet reproof is shown When we ourselves can never know?

(A virtue never ncar a throne); The little knowledge I have gain'd

In courts such freedom muft offend; Was all from simple nature drain'd;

There none presumes to be a friend. Hence my life's maxims took their rise ; To those of your exalted ftation Hence grew ny settl'd hate to vice,

Each courtier is a dedication. The daily labours of the bee

Must I too fatter like the rest, Awake my soul to industry.

And turn my morals to a jeft? Who can observe the careful ant,

The muse disdains to steal from those And not provide for future want ?

Who thrive in courts by fulsome prose; My dog (the trustiest of his kind)

But shall I hide your real praise, With gratitude inflames my mind.

Or tell you what a nation says ? I mark his truc, his faithful way,

They in your infant botom irace And in my lervice copy Tray.

The virtues of your royal race; In constancy and nuptial love,

In the fair dawning of your mind I learn my duty from the dove.

Discern you gen'rous, mild, and kind : The hon, who from the chilly air,

They see you grieve to hear distrets, With pious wing, protects her care ;

And pant already to redress. And ev'ry fowl that lies at large

Go on, the height of good attain, Inftruts mc in a parent's charge.

Nor let a nation hope in vain. From nature too I take my rule,

For hence we justly may prelage To thun contempt and ridicule :

The virtucs of a riper age. I never, with important air,

True courage fhall your borom fire, In conversation overbear.

And future actions own your fire. Can grave and formal pafs for wife,

Cowards are cruel, but the brave When men the folemn owl defpifc?

Love mercy, and delight to fave. My tongue within my lips I rein ;

A tyger roaming for his prey, For who talks much must talk in vain.

Sprung on a trav'ler in the way; We from the wordy torrent fly;

The proftrate game a lion (pics, Who listens to the chatt'ring pye!

And on the greedy tyrant flies;
Nor would I with felonious Aight,

With mingl'd roar relounds the wood;
By stealth invade my neighbour's right. Their teeth, their claws distil with blood ;
Rapacious animals we hate :

Till, vanquilh d by the Lion's strength,
Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fate. The spotted foc cxtends his length.
Do not we just find

The man befought the thaggy lord,
Against the toad and ferpent kind ?

And on his knces for lifc implor'd; But envy, calumny, and spite,

His life the gen'rous hero gave. Bear stronger venom in their bitc.

Together walking to his cave,

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The lion thus bespoke his guest:

My whisper always met success; What hardy beast Mall dare contest

The ladies prais'd me for address. My matchless strength! you saw the fight, I knew to hit each courtier's pallion, And must atteft my pow'r and right.

And flatter'd ev'ry vice in fashion. Forc'd to forego their native home,

But Jove, who hates the liar's ways, My starving Naves at distance roam;

At once cut short my prosp'rous days; Within these woods I reign alone ;

And, sentenc'd to retain my nature,
The boundless forest is my own.

Transforin'd me to this crawling creature.
Bears, wolves, and all the savage brood, Doom'u to a life obscure and mean,
Have dy'd the regal den with blood.

I wander in the sylvan scene.
These carcases on either hand,

For Jove the heart alone regards ; Those bones that whiten all the land,

He punishes what man rewards. My former deeds and trumphs tell,

How diffrent is thy case and mine! Beneath these jaws what numbers fell.

With men at least you sup and dine ; True, says the man, the strength I saw While I, condemn'd to thinnest fare, Might well the brutal nation awe:

Like those I flatter'd, feed on air.
But shall a monarch, brave like you,
Place glory in so false a view ?
Robbers invade their neighbour's right. $ 138. Fable III. The Mother, the Nurse, and
Be lov'd : let justice bound your might.

the Fairy.
Mean are ambitious heroes boasts
Of wasted lands and flaughter'd hofts. GIVE me a son. The blesfing sent,
Pirates their pow'r by murders gain ;

Were ever parents more content :
Wise kings by love and mercy reign.

How partial are their doating eyes ! To me your clemency hath shown

No child is half so fair and wise. The virtue worthy of a throne.

Wak'd to the morning's pleating care, Heav'n gives you pow'r above the rest,

The mother role, and fought her heir. Like Heav'n to succour the distreft.

She saw the Nurse, like one poffefs’d, The cafe is plain, the monarch said; With wringing hands, and lobbing breast, False glory hath my youth mised;

Sure some disaster has befel; For beasts of prey, a servile train,

Speak, nurse; I hope the boy is well. Have been the flatt'rers of my reign.

Dear Madam, think not me to blame; You reason well: Yet tell me, friend,

Invifible the Fairy came : Did ever you in courts attend?

Your precious babe is hence contcgd, For all my fawning rogues agree,

And in the place a changeling laid.
That human heroes rule like me.

Where are the father's mouth and nose,
The mother's eyes, as black as floes ?

Sce here, a Mocking aukward creature, 137. Fable II. The Spaniel and the Cameleon. That speaks a fool in ev'ry feature. SPANIEL, bred with all the care

The woman's blind, the Mother crics ;
That waits upon a fav'rite heir,

I sec wit sparkle in his eyes.
Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand;

Lord! Madam, what a squinting leer! Indulg'd to disobey command.

No doubt the Fairy hath been here. In painper'd ease his hours were spent ;

Just as she spoke, a Pigmy Sprite He never knew what learning mcant.

Pops through the key-hole, swift as light: Such forward airs, so pert, so smart,

Perch'd on the cradle's top he stands, Were sure to win his lady's hcart :

And thus her folly reprimands: Each little mischief gain'd him praise ;

Whence sprung the vain conceited lye, How pretty were his fawning ways !

That we the world with fools supply The wind was fouth, the morning fair,

What! give our sprightly race away He ventures forth to take the air :

For the dull helpless Tons of clay! He ranges all the meadow round,

Besides, by partial fondness shown, And rolls upon the softest ground;

Like you, we doat upon your own. When near him a Cameleon feen,

Where vet was ever found a mother, Was scarce distinguith'd froin the green.

Who'd give her booby for another!
Dear emblem of the flatt'ring host,

And should we change with human breed,
What, live with clowns ? a genius loft ! Well might we pass for fools indeed.
To cities and the court repair ;
A fortune cannot fail thee there :
Preferment shall thy talents crown,

§ 139. Fable IV. The Eagle and the Affembit

of Animals. Believe me, friend; I know the town. Sir, says the Sycophant, like you,


S Jupiter's all-scing eye · Of old, politer life I knew :

Survey'd the worlds beneath the sky, Like you, a courtier born and bred,

From this finall fpeck of earth were fent Kings lean'd an car to what I farch

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For ev'ry thing alive complain'd

I grant, an ancient ram replies, That he the hardest life fuftain'd.

We bear no terror in our eyes; Jove calls his eagle. At the word

Yet think us not of soul fo tame, Before him ftands the royal bird.

Which no repeated wrongs inflame; The bird, obedient, from heav'n's height

Insensible of ev'ry ill, Downward dire&ts his rapid flight;

Because we want thy tusks to kill. Then cited ev'ry living thing,

Know, those who violence pursue, To hear the mandates of his king.

Give to themselves the vengeance due ;

For in thele massacres they find
Ungrateful creatures, whence arise

The two chief plagues that waste mankind, Thefe murmurs, which offend the skies?

Our skin supplies the wrangling bar ; Why this disorder ? say the cause :

It wakes their flumb’ring fons to war; For just are Jove's eternal laws.

And well revenge may rest contented, Let each his discontent reveal.

Since drums and parchment were invented. To yon sour Dog I first appeal.

Hard is my lot, the hound replies : On what feet nerves the Greyhound Mies ! § 141. Fable VI. The Mifer and Plutus. While I, with weary step and now, O'er plains and vales, and mountains go. THE

HE wind was high, the window shakes;

With sudden start the Miser wakes; The morning sees my chace begun, Nor ends it till the setting fun.

Along the filent room he stalks ;

Looks back and trembles as he walks !
When (says the Greyhound) I pursue,

Each lock and ev'ry bolt he tries,
My game is loft, or caught in view;
Beyond my sight the prey's secure :

In ev'ry creek and corner pries,
The Hound is now, but always sure :

Then opes the chest with treasure storld,
And had I his fagacious scent,

And stands in rapture o'er his board ; Jove ne'er had heard

But now, with sudden qualms pofleft,

The Lion crav'd the Fox's art;

He wrings his hands, he beats his breast. The Fox the Lion's force and heart:

By conscience ftung, he wildly ftares;
The Cock implor'd the Pigeon's flight,

And thus his guilty soul declares :
Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light : Had the deep earth her ftores confin'd,
The Pigeon strength of wing despis’d,

This heart had known liveet peace of mind.
And the Cock's matchless valour priz’d: But virtue's fold! Good gods! what price
The Fishes with'd to graze the plain :

Can recompense the pangs of vice!
The Beasts to skim bencath the inain.

O banc of good ! seducing cheat !
Thus, envious of another's state,

Can inan, weak man, thy pow'r defeat ?
Each blam'd the partial hand of Fate.

Gold banish'd honor froin the mind,
The bird of heav'n then cry'd aloud,

And only left the name behind ;
Jove bids disperse the murm’ring crowd;

Gold fow'd the world with ev'ry ill;
The God rejects your idle prayers :

Gold taught the murd'rer's sword to kills
Would ye, rebellious mutineers,

'Twas gold instructed coward hearts Entirely change your name and nature,

In treach'ry's more pernicious arts.

Who can recount the mischiefs o'er?
And be the very envy'd creature ?
What, filent all, and none consent !

Virtue resides on carth no more!
Be happy then, and learn content :

He spoke, and ligh’d. In angry mood,
Nor imitate the restless mind

Plutus, his god, before him stood.
And proud ambition of mankind,

The Miser, trembling, lock'd his cheft;
The vision frown'd, and thus addrett :

Whence is this vile ungrateful rart,
$ 140. Fable V. The Wild Boar and the Ram.

Each sordid rascal's daily cant ?

Did I, bale wretch, corrupt mankind ?
The butcher's knife in blood was dy'd ; The fault's in thy rapacious mind.
The patient flock, in filent fright,

Because my blellings are abus'd,
From far beheld the horrid fight.

Must I be censur'd, curs'd, accus'd!
A savage Boar, who near them ftood,

Ev'n virtue's self by knaves is made
Thus mock'd to scorn the fleecy brood : A cloak to carry on the trade;
All cowards should be serv'd like

you :

And pow'r (when lodg'd in their peffeflion) See, fee, your murd'rer is in view;

Grows tyranny and rank oppression.
With purple hands, and recking knife, Thus, when the villain crams his chest,
He strips the skin yet warm with life :

Gold is the canker of the breast !
Your quarter'd fires, your bleeding dams, Tis av'rice, infolence, and pride,
The dying bleat of harmless lambs

And ev'ry shocking vice belido;
Call for revenge. O ftupid race !

But when to virtuous hands 'tis given,
The heart that wants revenge is base.

It ble les like the dews of heav'n:


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