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Their Schemes of Spite the Poet's Foes dismiss,
Till that glad Night when all that hate may hiss.
This Day the powder'd Curls and golden Coat,
Says swelling Crispin, begg’da Cobler's Vote.
This Night our Wit, the pert Apprentice cries,
Lies at my Feet, I hiss him, and he dies.
The Great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing Tribe ;
The Bard may supplicate, but cannot bribe.
Yet judg'd by those whose Voices ne'er were sold,
He feels no want of ill-persuading Gold ;
But confident of Praise, if Praise be due,
Trufts without Fear, to Merit, and to you.






in IMITATION of the


Quis inepta Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se? Juv.

(e) THO' HO? Grief and Fondness in my Breast

rebel, When injur'd THALES bids the Town farewell, Yet ftill my calmer Thoughts his Choice commend, I praise the Hermit, but regret the Friend, Who now resolves from Vice, and LONDON far, To breathe in distant Fields a purer Air, And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary Shore, Give to St. David one true Briton more.


(a) Quamvis digresu veteris confusus amici; Lauda, tamen, vacuis quod fedem figere Cumis Deftinet, atque unum civem donare Sibylla.

(6) For (5) For who wou'd leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's

Land, Or change the Rocks of Scotland for the Strand ? There none are swept by sudden Fate away, But all whom Hunger spares, with Age decay: Here Malice, Rapine, Accident, conspire, And now a Rabble rages, now a Fire ; Their Ambush here relentless Ruffians lay, And here the fell Attorney prowls for Prey; Here falling Houses thunder on your Head, And here a female Atheist talks you dead. (c) While THALES waits the Wherry that con

Of diffipated Wealth the small Remains,
On Thames's Banks in filent Thought we stood,
Where Greenwich-smiles upon the silver Flood:
Struck with the Seat that gave + Eliza Birth,
We kneel, and kiss the consecrated Earth ;
In pleasing Dreams the blissful Age renew,
And call Britannia's Glories back to View ;
Behold her Cross triumphant on the Main,
The Guard of Commerce, and the Dread of Spain,
Ere Masquerades debauch’d, Excise oppress’d,
Or English Honour grew a standing Jeft.

A transient Calm the happy Scenes bestow,
And for a Moment lull the Sense of Woe.
At Length awaking, with contemptuous Frown,
Indignant THALES eyes the neighb'ring Town.

(6) Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburra,
Nam quid tam miserum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere incendia, lapsus
Tectorum afsiduos, et mille pericula fæve
Urbis, & Augufto recitantes, mense poetas?
(c) Sed, dum tota domus rhed'a componitur una,
Substitit ad veteres arcus.

† Queen Elizabesb bora at Greenwich.

(!) Sicne


(d) Since Worth, he cries, in these degen’rate Days
Wants ev'n the cheap Reward of empty Praise ;
In those curs’d Walls, devote to Vice and Gain,
Since unrewarded Science toils in vain ;
Since Hope but sooths to double my Distress, ,
And ev'ry Moment leaves my Little less ;
While yet my steady Steps no (e) Staff sustains,
And Life still vig'rous revels in my Veins ;
Grant me, kind Heaven, to find some happier Place,
Where Honesty and Senfe are no Disgrace ;
Some pleasing Bank where verdant Oliers play,
Some peaceful Vale with Nature's Painting gay;
Where once the harrafs’d Briton found Repose,
And safe in Poverty defy'd his Foes;
Some fecret Cell, ye Pow'rs, indulgent give.

live here, for has learn'd to

Here let those reign, whom Pensions can incite
To vote a Patriot black, a Courtier white ;
Explain their Country's dear-bought Rights away,
And plead for Pirates in the Face of Day;
With slavish Tenets taint our poison'd Youth,
And lend a Lye the Confidence of Truth.

(8) Let such raise Palaces, and Manors buy, Collect a Tax, or farm a Lottery,

() Let

(d) Hic tunc Umbricius : Quando artibus, inquit, honeftis
Nullus in urbe locus, nulla emolumenta laborum,
Res hodie minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras
Deteret exiguis aliquid: proponimus illuc
Ire, fatigatas ubi Dædalus exuit alas,
Dum 12ova canities

et pedibus me
Porto mcis, nullo dextram fubeunte hacillo.
() Cedomus patriâ : vivant Arturius iffic
Et Catulus : maneant qui nigrum in cundida vertunt.
(8) Queis facile eft adem conducere, flumina, portus,
Siccandam eluviem, portandum ad bujta cadaver. -
Munera nunc edunt.


With warbling Eunuchs fill a licens'd Stage,
And lull to Servitude a thoughtless Age.
Heroes, proceed, what Bounds your Pride shall

hold? What Check restrain your Thirst of Pow'r and

Gold ? Behold rebellious Virtue quite o'erthrown, Behold our Fame, our Wealth, our Lives your own.

To such, a groaning Nation's Spoils are giv’n, When public Crimes inflame the Wrath of Hear'n: (b) But what, my Friend, what Hope remains for me, Who start at Theft, and blush at Perjury? Who scarce forbear, tho'BRITAIN's Court he sing, To pluck a titled Poet's borrow'd Wing ; A Statesman's Logick unconvinc'd can hear, And dare to fumber o'er the Gazetteer ; Despise a Fool in half his Pension dress'd, And strive in vain to laugh at Hy's Jeft.

(i) Others with fofter Smiles, and subtler Art, Can fap the Principles, or taint the Heart; With more Address a Lover's Note convey, . Or bribe a Virgin's Innocence away. Well may they rife, while I, whole rustick Tongue Ne'er knew to puzzle Right, or varnish Wrong, Spurn'd as a Beggar, dreaded as Spy, Live unregarded, unlamented die.

(k) For what but social Guilt the Friend endears? Who shares Orgilio's Crimes, his Fortune shares. (b) Quid Romæ faciam? mentiri nefiio: librum, Si malus eft, nequeo laudare & pofcere. --(c) Fere ad nuptas, quce mittit adulter, Quæ mandat, norint alii; me nemo ministro Fur erit, atque ideo nulli comes exen. (k) Quis nunc diligitur, nisi confcius? Carus erit Verri, qui Verrem tempore, quo vult Accufar: pots?

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