(D). But thou, fhould tempting Villainy prefent
All Marlb'rough hoarded, or all Villiers fpent,
Turn from the glitt'ring Bribe thy fcornful Eye,
Nor fell for Gold, what Gold could never buy,
The peaceful Slumber, felf-approving Day,
Unfullied Fame, and Confcience ever gay.

(m) The cheated Nation's happy Fav'rites, fee!
Mark whom the Great carefs, who frown on me!
LONDON! the needy Villain's gen'ral Home,
The common Shore of Paris and of Rome;
With eager Thirft, by Folly, or by Fate,
Sucks in the Dregs of each corrupted State.
Forgive my Tranfports on a Theme like this;
(n) I cannot bear a French Metropolis.

(0) Illuftrious EDWARD! from the Realms of Day,

The Land of Heroes and of Saints survey;
Nor hope the British Lineaments to trace,
The ruftick Grandeur, or the furly Grace;
But, loft in thoughtlefs Eafe, and empty Show,
Behold the Warrior dwindled to a Beau ;
Senfe, Freedom, Piety, refin'd away,
Of France the Mimic, and of Spain the Prey.
All that at Home no more can beg or steal,
Or like a Gibbet better than a Wheel,

Hifs'd from the Stage, or hooted from the Court,
Their Air, their Drefs, their Politicks import;

(?)

Omnis arena Tagi, quodque in mare volvitur aurum,
Ut fomno careas.

(m) Quæ nunc divitibus gens acceptiffima noftris,
Et quos præcipue fugiam, properabo fateri.

(n)

Non poffum ferre, Quirites,

Græcam urbem.

(0) Rufticus ille tuus fumit trechedipna, Quirine, Et cromatico fert niceteria collo.

(1) Obfe

(p) Obfequious, artful, voluble and gay, On Britain's fond Credulity they prey. No gainful Trade their Industry can 'scape; (9) They fing, they dance, clean Shoes, or cure a Clap; All Sciences a fafting Monfieur knows, And bid him go to Hell, to Hell he goes.

;

(r) Ah! what avails it, that, from Slav'ry far, I drew the Breath of Life in English Air Was early taught a Briton's Right to prize, And lifp the Tales of HENRY's Victories; If the gull'd Conqueror receives the Chain, And Flattery fubdues when Arms are vain ? (s) Studious to please, and ready to submit, The fupple Gaul was born a Parafite : Still to his Int'reft true, where-e'er he goes, Wit, Brav'ry, Worth, his lavish Tongue beftows; In ev'ry Face a thoufand Graces fhine, From ev'ry Tongue flows Harmony divine. (t) Thefe arts in vain our rugged Natives try, Strain out with fault'ring Diffidence a Lye, And gain a Kick for aukward Flattery.

Belides, with 'Justice this difcerning Age Admires their wond'rous Talents for the Stage:

(p) Ingenium velox, audacia perdita, fermo Promptus

(q) Augur, fchoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit, Græculus effuriens in coelum, fi jufferis, ibit.

(r) Ufque adeo nihil eft, quod noftra infantia cœlum Haufit Aventini?

(s) Quid, quod adulando gens prudentiffima laudat Sermonem indocti, faciem deformis amici ?

(t) Hæc eadem licet & nobis laudare : fed illis Creditur.

VOL. II.

X

(2) Well

(u) Well may they venture on the Mimick's Art;
Who play from Morn to Night a borrow'd Part ;
Practis'd their Mafter's Notions to embrace,
Repeat his Maxims, and reflect his Face;
With ev'ry wild Abfurdity comply,

And view each Object with another's Eye;
To fhake with Laughter ere the Jeft they hear,
To pour at Will the counterfeited Tear,
And as their Patron hints the Cold or Heat,
To shake in Dog-days, in December sweat.
(x) How, when Competitors like thefe contend,
Can furly Virtue hope to fix a Friend?
Slaves that with serious Impudence beguile,
And lye without a Blush, without a Smile;
Exalt each Trifle, ev'ry Vice adore,

Your Tafte in Snuff, your Judgment in a Whore,
Can Balbo's Eloquence applaud, and fwear
He gropes his Breeches with a Monarch's Air.

For Arts like these preferr'd, admir'd, caress'd,
They first invade your Table, then your Breast;
(y) Explore your Secrets with infidious Art,
Watch the weak Hour, and ranfack all the Heart;
Then foon your ill-plac'd Confidence repay,
Commence your Lords, and govern or betray.
(z) By Numbers here from Shame or Cenfure free,
All Crimes are fafe, but hated Poverty.
This, only this, the rigid Law pursues,
This, only this, provokes the fnarling Muse.

(u) Natio commodia eft. Rides? majore cachinno Concutitur, &c.

(x) Non fumus ergo pares: melior qui femper & omni Nocte dieque poteft alienum fumere vultum:

A facie jactare manus, laudare paratus,

Si bene ructavit, fi rectum minxit amicus.
(y) Scire volunt fecreta domûs, atque inde timeri.
(≈) Materiem præbet caufafque jocorum
Omnibus hic idem fi fæda & scissa lacerna, &c.

The fober Trader at a tatter'd Cloak

Wakes from his Dream, and labours for a Joke ; With brifker Air the filken Courtiers gaze, And turn the varied Taunt a thousand Wa ays. (a) Of all the Griefs that harrafs the Diftrefs'd, Sure the most bitter is a scornful Jeft; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous Heart, Than when a Blockhead's Infult points the Dart. (b) Has Heaven referv'd, in Pity to the Poor, No pathlefs Wafte, or undiscover'd Shore? No fecret Island in the boundless Main? No peaceful Defart, yet unclaim'd by SPAIN?. Quick let us rife, the happy Seats explore, And bear Oppreffion's Infolence no more. This mournful Truth is ev'ry where confefs'd, (c) SLOW rifes WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'D: But here more flow, where all are Slaves to Gold, Where Looks are Merchandise, and Smiles are fold, Where won by Bribes, by Flatteries implor'd, The Groom retails the Favours of his Lord. [Cries But hark! th' affrighted Crowd's tumultuous Roll through the Streets, and thunder to the Skies: Rais'd from fome pleafingDream of Wealth and Pow'r, Some pompous Palace, or fome blifsful Bow'r, Aghaft you ftart, and scarce with aching Sight Suftain th' approaching Fire's tremenduous Light;

(a) Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in fe, Quam quod ridiculous homines facit.

(b)

Agmine facto

Debuerant olim tenues migraffe Quirities.

(c) Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obftat
Res angufta domi. Sed Rome durior illis
Conatus

OMNIA Roma

Cum pretio
Cogimur,& cultis augere peculia fervis.

X 2

Swift

Swift from pursuing Horrors take your Way,
And leave your little ALL to Flames a Prey;
(d) Then thro' the World a wretched Vagrant roam,
For where can starving Merit find a Home?
In vain your mournful Narrative disclose,
While all neglect, and most infult your Woes.
(e) Should Heaven's juft Bolts Orgilio's Wealth con-
And fpread his flaming Palace on the Ground, [found,
Swift o'er the Land the dismal Rumour flies,
And publick Mournings pacify the Skies;
The laureat Tribe in fervile Verse relate,
How Virtue wars with perfecuting Fate;

(f) With well-feign'd Gratitude the penfion'd Band
Refund the Plunder of the beggar'd Land.
See! while he builds, the gaudy Vaffals come,
And crowd with fudden Wealth the rifing Dome
The Price of Boroughs and of Souls reftore,
And raise his Treafures higher than before:
Now blefs'd with all the Baubles of the Great,
The polish'd Marble, and the fhining Plate,
(g) Orgilio fees the golden Pile aspire,
And hopes from angry Heav'n another Fire.
(b) Could'ft thou refign the Park and play content,
For the fair Banks of Severn or of Trent:

(d)

- Ultimus autem

There

Erumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit.

(e) Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Pullati proceres.

f) Fam accurrit, qui marmora donet,

Conferat impenfas: hic, &c.

Hic modum argenti.

(g)

Meliora, ac plura repcnit

Perficus orborum lautiffimus.

(b) Si potes avelli Circenfibus, optima Sora,
Aut Frabraterie domus, aut Frufinone paratur,

3

Quanti