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Sofa, and couch, and high-built throne august.
The same lubricity was found in all,
And all was moist to the warm touch, a scene
Of evanescent glory, once a stream,
And soon to slide into a stream again.
Alas ! 'twas but a mortifying stroke
Of undefign'd severity, that-glanc’d,
(Made by a monarch) on her own estate,
On human grandeur, and the courts of kings.
'Twas transient in its nature, as in show
"Twas durable. As worthless as it seem'd
Intrinsically, precious. To the foot
Treach'rous and false, it smild, and it was cold.

Great princes have great play-things. Some have At hewing mountains into men, and some, (play'd, At building human wonders mountain high. Some have amus'd the dull fad years of life, Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad,". With schemes of monumental fame, and fought By pyramids, and mausolæan pomp, Short liv'd themselves, ť immortalize their boncs.. Some seek diversion in the tented field, And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. But war's a game, which were their subjects wise, Kings should not play at Nations would do wellT' extort their truncheons from the


Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds
Ar: gratify'd with mischief, and who spoil,
Because men fuffer it; their toy the world.


When Babel was confounded, and the great Confed'racy of projectors wild and vain, Was split into diversity of tongues, Then, as a shepherd separates his flock, These to the upland, to the valley those, God drave afunder, and aflign'd their lot To all the nations. Ample was the boor He gave them, in its diftribution fair And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace, Peace was awhile their care. They plough'd and sow'd, And reap'd their plenty without grudge or strife. But violence can never longer sleep Than human påssions please. In ev'ry heart Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war, Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze. Cain had already shed a brother's blood ; The deluge wash'd it out ; but left unquench'd The seeds of murther in the breast of man. Soon, by a righteous judgment, in the line Of his descending progeny was found, The first artificer of death; the shrewd Contriver, who first sweated at the forge, And forc'd the blunt, and yet unblooded steel, . To a keen edge, and made it bright for war. Him Tubal nam'd, the Vulcan of old times, The sword and faulchion their inventer claim, And the first smith was the first murd'rer's for. His art surviv'd the waters ; and ere long, When man was multiplied, and spread abroad, In tribes and clans, and had begun to call,


These meadows, and that range of hills his own,
The tasted sweets of property begat
Desire of more ; and industry in fome,
To improve and cultivate their juft demesne,
Made others covet what they saw fo fair.
Thus wars began on earth. These fought for spoil,
And those in felf-defence. Savage at first,
The onset, and irregular. At length
One eminent above the reft, for strength,
For stratagem or courage, or for all,
Was chosen leader. Him they serv'd in war,
And him in peace, for sake of warlike deeds
Rev'renc'd no less. Who could with him compare ?
Or who so worthy to controal themselves,
As he whose prowess had subdu'd their focs ?
Thus war affording field for the display
Of virtue, made one chief, whom times of peace,
Which have their exigencies ton, and call
For skill in government, at length made king.
King was a name too proud for man to wear,
With modefty and meekness, and the crown,
So dazzling in their eyes who set it on,
Was sure t'intoxicate the brows it bound.
It is the abject property of mot,
That being parcel of the common mass,
And deftitute of means to raise themselves,
They fink and settle lower than they need.
They know not what it is to feel within,

A comprehensive faculty that grasps
* Great purposes with case, that turns and weilds,


Almost without an effort, plans too saft For their conception, which they cannot move. Conscious of impotence they foon grow drunk With gazing, when they see an ablc man, Step forth to notice ; and besotted thus, Build him a pedestal, and say, stand there, And be our admiration, and our praise. They roll themselves before him in the duft, Then most deserving in their own account, When moft extravagant in his applause, As if cxalting him they rais'd themselves. Thus by degrees self-cheated of their found And sober judgment, that he is but man, They demi-deify and fume him fo, That in due season he forgets it too. Inflated and aftrut with self-conceit He gulps the windy diet, and ere long Adopting their mistake, profoundly thinks The world was made in vain, if not for him. Thenceforth they are his cattle. Drudges born To bear his burthens, drawing in his gears, And sweating in his service. His caprice Becomes the soul that animates them all. He deems a thousand or ten thousand lives Spent in the purchase of renown for him An easy reck’ning, and they think the fame. Thus kings were firit invented, and thus kings Were burnish'd into heroes, and became The arbiters of this terraqueous swanıp, Storks among frogs, that have but croak'd and died.


Strange, that such folly as lifts bloated man
To eminence, fit only for a God,
Should ever drivel out of human lips,
Ev'n in the cradled weakness of the world!
Still stranger much, that when at length mankind
Had reach'd the finewy firmness of their youth,
And could discriminate, and argue well,
On subjects more mysterious, they were yet
Babes in the cause of freedom, and should fear
And quake, before the Gods themselves had made.
But above measure ftrange, that neither proof
Of fad experience, nor examples fet
By fome, whose patriot virtue has prevaild,
Can even now, when they are grown mature
In wisdom, and with philofophic deeps,

Familiar, serve t'emancipate the rest !
Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone
To rev'rence what is ancient, and can plead
A course of long observance for its use,
That even servitude, the worst of ills,
Because, deliver'd down from fire to fon,
Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing.
But is it fit, or can it bear the shock
Of rational discussion, that a man,
Compounded and made up, like other men,
Of elements tumultuous, in whom luft
And folly in as ample meafure meet,
As in the bosoms of the slaves he rules,
Should be a despot absolute, and boast
Himself the only freeman of his land?



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