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Or ploughed perhaps by British bark again.
And spiritless, as never to regret Sweets tasted here, and left as soon as known. Methinks I see thee straying on the beach, And asking of the surge, that bathes thy foot, If ever it has washed our distant shore. I see thee weep, and thine are honest tears, A patriot's for his country: thou art fad At thought of her forlorn and abject state, From which no power of thine can raise her up. Thus fancy paints thee, and though apt to err, Perhaps errs little when she paints thee thus. She tells me too that duly every morn Thou climbest the mountain top, with eager eye Exploring far and wide the watery waste For sight of ship from England. Every speck Seen in the dim horizon turns thee pale With conflict of contending hopes and fears. But comes at last the dull and dusky eve, And sends thee to thy cabin, well-prepared To dream all night of what the day denied. Alas! expect it not. We found no bait To tempt us in thy country. Doing good, Disinterested good, is not our trade. We travel far, 'tis true, but not for nought;
. And must be bribed to compass earth again By other hopes and richer fruits than your's.
But though true worth and virtue in the mild And genial soil of cultivated life Thrive moft, and may perhaps thrive only there, Yet not in cities oft: in proud and gay And gain-devoted cities. Thither flow, As to a common and most noisome sewer, The dregs and feculence of every landa In cities foul example on most minds Begets its likeness. Rank abundance breeds In gross and pampered cities sloth and lust, And wantonness and gluttonous excess. Iu cities vice is hidden with moft ease, Or seen with least reproach; and virtue, taught By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there Beyond the achievement of successful flight. I do confess them nurseries of the arts In which they flourish most; where, in the beams Of warm encouragement, and in the eye Of public note, they reach their perfect size. Such London is, by taste and wealth proclaimed The fairest capital of all the world,
By riot and incontinence the worst.
Not more the glory of the earth than the,
She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two That so much beauty would do well to purge;. And how this queen of cities, that so fair May. yet be foul; fo witty, yet not wise. It is not seemly, nor of good report, That she is flack in discipline; more prompt To avenge than to prevent the breach of law : That she is rigid in denouncing death. On petty robbers, and indulges life And liberty, and oft-times honour too, To peculators of the public gold ; That thieves at home must hang; but he, that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. Nor is it well, nor can it come to good, That, through profane and infidel contempt Of holy writ, she has presumed to annul And abrogate, as roundly as she may, The total ordinance and will of God; Advancing fashion to the post of truth, And centering all authority in modes