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E glitt'ring Train! whom Lace and Velvet
bless, Suipend the soft Sollicitudes of Dress; From grov'ling Business and superfluous Care, Ye Sons of Avarice! a Moment spare : Vot’ries of Fame and Worshippers of Pow'r! Dismiss the pleasing Phantoms for an Hour. Our daring Bard, with Spirit unconfin'd, Spreads wide the mighty Moral for Mankind. Learn here how Heav'n supports the virtuous Mind, Daring, tho' calm ; and vigorous, tho' resign’d. Learn here what Anguish racks the guilty Breast, In Pow'r dependent, in Success deprest. Learn here that Peace from Innocence must flow; All else is empty Sound, and idle Show.
If Truths like these with pleasing Language join; Ennobled, yet unchang’d, if Nature shine: If no wild Draught depart from Reason's Rules, Nor Gods his Heroes, nor his Lovers Fools: Intriguing Wits! his artless Plot forgive ; And spare him, Beauties! tho' his Lovers live.
Be this at least his Praise ; be this his Pride; To force Applause no modern Arts are try'd. Shou'd partial Cat-calls all his Hopes confound; He bids no Trumpet quell the fatal Sound. Shou'd welcome Sleep relieve the weary Wit, He rolls no Thuụders o'er the drowsy Pit,
No Snares to captivate the Judgment spreads;
For the Benefit of Mrs. ELIZABETH FOSTER, MILTON's Grand-daughter, and only surviving
E patriot Crouds, who burn for England's Fame,
At length our mighty Bard's victorious Lays
With ardent Haste each Candidate of Fame
Mind Surveys the general Toil of Human-kind; With cool Submillion joins the labouring Train, And social Sorrow, losés half its Pain: Our anxious Bard, without Complaint, may share This bustling Season's epidemic Care. Like Cæsar's Pilot, dignify'd by Fate, Tost in one common Storm with all the Great ; Distreft alike, the Statesman and the Wit, When one a Borough courts, and one the Pit. The busy Candidates for Power and Fame, Have Hopes and Fears, and Wishes, just the same ; Disabled both to combat, or to fly, Must hear all Taunts, and hear without Reply, Uncheck'd on both, loud Rabbles vent their Rage, As Mongrels bay the Lion in a Cage. Th' offended Burgess hoards his angry Tale For that blest Year when all that vote may rail ; 5