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Pereunt et imputantur.




To the Honorable

Henry Seymour Conway.

IN dedicating a few trifles to you, I
have nothing new to tell the world.
My Efteem ftill accompanies your
merit, on which it was founded, and to
which, with fuch abilities as mine, I can
only bear teftimony •, I mufl not pretend
to vindicate it. If your Virtues and your
Talents can be forgot, if your aftions
at Fontenoy and at Laffelt, in Flanders
and in Scotland can fade away, fhall fuch
writings as mine endure ? Nay, if Roch-
fort, which you alone [romantic as the
attempt was] propofed to attack, can
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be thrown into the fcale againft you, my
panegyric might be perverted to fatire
too-, for when real merit is obnoxious
to blame, empty praife can hardly be

When I abridge myfelf of the fatis-
fa&ion of doing juftice to your charac-
ter, it becomes me to be very concife
about myfelf: Indeed any thing I could
add on either, would neither raife Pofte-
rity's idea of me, nor be neceffary to
.confirm what it muft think of you. I
only defire, if I fhould be remembered
for thefe idlenefles, that it may be
known at the fame time that you did not
diflike them ; and [which will do me
ftill more honour] that our friendship
was as great as our affinity.


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jrE RSE S on King Henry the Sixth,
r Epijlle to Mr. JJhton,



Infcription for a column at Florence,


The Beauties,


Epilogue to Tamerlane ,


The Entail, a Fable,




Epitaph on Lady Walpole,


Scheme for a Tax on mejfage-eards and notes,


Advertifement of a new book,


The World. N* 6. On Deferts, &c.


N Q 8. On King Theodore,


Supplement to the foregoing,




The World. N Q 1 0. On the change of Style, 94

N° 14. On Letter-writings 105

N°28. On the love of old Women j 116

N° 1 03. On the good-breeding of

Highwaymen* *

N Q 160. On the fimplicity of an- g

dent times,

N° 195. On Suicide,

The World extraordinary, 160

The World. * * * Scheme for encouragement

of learning by deflroying books, 1 69

Continuation of the fame, 1 7 9

Letter from Xo Ho to Lien Chi, 19I

Inquiry into the age of the Count efs of Defmond, 202

Infcription on a pi dure of the late Pope, a 1 7




King HENRY the Sixth,
Founder of KingVCollege, Cambridge.

{JVritten February 2, 1738.]

WHILE Superflition teaches to revere
-The fainted Calendar and letter'd
year ;
While Bigots joy in canonizing Shades,
Fictitious Martyrs, vifionary Maids \
Hafte, Gratitude, and hail this better day ;
At Henry's fhrine prefent thy votive lay ;
If this peculiarly for His be known,
Whofe Charity made ev'ry day his own.

B But

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But fay, what Shrine ? my eyes in * vain

Th' engraven brafs and monumental Spire.

Henry knows none of thefe above ! around !

Behold where e'er this penfile quarry's found,
Or fwelling into vaulted roofs it's weight,
Or mooting columns into Gothic ftate,
Where e'er this Fane extends it's lofty frame,
t Behold the Monument to Henry's name !

When Henry bad this pompous Temple rife,
Nor with prefumption emulate the fkies,
Art and Palladio had not reached the land,
Nor methodiz'd the Vandal Builder's hand :
Wonders, unknown to rule, thefe piles difclofe ;
The Walls, as if by infpiration, rofe.
The Edifice J, continued by his care,
With equal pride had form'd the fumptuous

* King Henry is buried obfcurcly at Windfor.

f This thought is copied from the inscription over
Sir Chrijlopher Wren, who is buried under the
Dome of St. Paul, of which He was the Jr chit eel.
<c -ft quadras monumentum, fufpice ! "

% The original plan is extant in the library of
the College.


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Had not th' AfTaffin difappointed part,
And ftab'd the growing fabric in his heart.
More humble hands, but grateful to the mind
That firft the royal benefit defign'd,
Renew the labour || , re-aflume the ftone,
And George's aufpices the ftru&ure crown.
No lifelefs pride the rifing walls contain,
Neat without art, and regularly plain.
What tho' with pomp unequal finks the pile
Beneath the grandeur of the Gothic ifle ;
What tho' the modern Matter's weaker hand
Unexecuted drops what Henry plann'd ;
This for the Sons of Men is an Abode,
But that the Temple of the living God!

Afcend the Temple ! join the vocal choir,
Let Harmony your raptur'd fouls infpire.
Hark how the tuneful folemn Organs blow,
Awfully ftrong, elaborately flow ;
Now to the empyrean feats above
Raife meditation on the wings of love;

|| The new Building was raifed at the expence of
the College, and by contributions of the Ministers,
Nobility and others,

B 2 Now

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Now falling, finking, dying to the moan

Once warbled fad by Jefle's contrite Son,

Ereathe in each note a confeience thro' the fenfe,

And call forth tears from foft-ey'd Penitence.

Sweet ftrains along the vaulted roof decay,

And liquid Hallelujahs melt away;

The floating accents lefs'ning as they flow,

Like diftant arches gradually low.

Tafte has not vitiated our purer ear,

Perverting founds to merriment of pray'r.

Here mild Devotion bends her pious knee,

Calm and unruffled as a fummcr fea ;

Avoids each wild enthufiaftic tone,

Nor borrows utt'rance from a tongue unknown.

O Henry ! from thy lucid orb regard
How purer hands thy pious cares reward ;
Now Heav'n illuminates thy godlike mind
From Superftition's papal gloom refin'd :
Behold thy Sons with that religion bleft,
Which thou wou'dft: own and Caroline


Great §, mournful Name ftruck with the well-
known found,
Their Patronefs ! the Mufes droop around,

§ Queen Caroline died in the preceding No-
vember. Unftrung

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Unftrung their lyres, inanimate their lays,

Forget to celebrate e'en Henry's praife

I ceafe, ye Mufes, to implore your fong ;
I ceafe your tunelefs filent grief to wrong ;
And Henry's praife refer to that great Day,
Which *, what He was, fhall, when it comes,

* The thought of the laji line alludes to an epitaph
in the Chapel of King's College^ which is mentioned
in the Spectator : " Hie fetus ejl, N. N. ghatis
" era?n y Dies ijlic cum venerit, fcies : " Which
being a monkijh verfe^ Mr. Addifon has changed the
laft word fcies into, indicabit.


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To Thomas Ashton, Efqi
Tutor to the Earl of PliMouth.

[Written in the Tear 1740.J

WHEN flourifh'd with their ftate tU
Athenian name,
And Learning and Politenefs were the fame,
Philofophy with gentle arts refin'd
The honed roughnefs of th' unpra£tis'd mind :
She call'd the latent beams of Nature forth,
Guided their ardor and infur'd their worth.
She pois'd th' impetuous Warrior's vengeful fleet,
Mark'd true Ambition from deftructive Zeal,
Pointed what luftre on that laurel blows,
Which Virtue only on her fons beftows.
Hence clement (Jim on, of unfpotted fame,
Hence Aristides' ever-fav'rite name;
Heroes, who knew to wield the righteous fpear,
And guard their native tow'rs from foreign fear;
Or in firm bands of focial Peace to bind
Their Country's good, and benefit Mankind.


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She trim'd the thoughtful Statefman's nightly oil,
Confirm'd his mind beneath an empire's toil,
Or with him to his filent villa ftole,
Gilded his ev'ning hours, and harmoniz'd his foul*

Td woods and caves fhe never bade retreat,
Nor flx'd in cloyfter'd monkeries her feat :
No lonely precepts to her fons enjoin'd,
Nor taught them to be men, to fhun mankind.
Cynics there were, an uncouth felfifh race,
Of manners foul, and boaftful of difgrace :
Brutes, whom no mufe has ever lov'd to name,
Whofe Ignominy is their only fame.
No hoftile Trophies grace their honour'd urn,
Around their tomb no fculptur'd Virtues mourn j
Nor tells the marble into emblems graved
An Art difcover'd or a City fav'd.

Be this the goal to which the Briton-Peef
Exalt his hope, and prefs his young career !
Be this the goal to which, my Friend, may you
With gentle fkill direct his early view !
Artful the various ftudies to difpenfe,
And melt the fchoolman's jargon down to fenfe.

See the pedantic Teacher, winking dull,
The letter'd Tyrant of a trembling fchool ;


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Teaching by force, and proving by a frown,
His lifted fafces ram the leflbn down.
From tortur'd drains of Eloquence he draws
Barbaric precepts and unmeaning laws,
By his own fenfe would Tully's word expound,
And a new Vandal tramples clailic ground.

Perhaps a Bigot to the learned page,
No modern cuftom can his thoughts engage ;
His little farm by f Georgic rules he ploughs,
And prunes by metre the luxuriant boughs;
Still from Aratus' fphere or Maro's figns
The future calm or tempeft he divines,
And fears if the prognoftic Raven's found
* Expatiating alone along the dreary round.

What fcanty precepts ! {ludies how confin'd !
Too mean to fill your comprehenfive mind ;
Unfatisfy'd with knowing when or where
Some Roman Bigot rais'd a Fane to Fear ;
On what green medal Virtue {lands exprefs'd,
How Concord's pictur'd, Liberty how drefs'd ;

f This zvas Utter ally the cafe of a School-maficr of
Eton, who lojl a confuler able f urn by the experiment.

* Et fola in feed fee urn fpatiatur arena. V I r o .


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Or with wife ken judicioufly define,
When Pius marks the honorary coin
Of Caracalla, or of Antonine.


Thirfting for Knowledge, but to know the
Thro* judgment's optic guide th' illufive fight,
To let in. rays on Reafon's darkling cell,
And lagging mitts of prejudice difpel ;
For this you turn the Greek and Roman page, -*
Weigh the contemplative and active Sage, /
And cull fome ufeful flow'r from each hiftoric f
Age. J

Thence teach the Youth the neceflary art,
To know the Judge's from the Critic's part ;
Show how ignoble is the pafiion, Fear,
And place fome patriot Roman's model near;
Their bright examples to his foul inftil,
Who knew no Fear, but that of doing ill.
Tell him, 'tis all a cant, a trifle all,
To know the folds that from the Toga fall,
TheCLAVUs' breadth, the Bulla's golden round,
And ev'ry leaf that ev'ry Virtue crown'd ;
But fhow how brighter in each honeft breaft,
Than in her flirine, the Goddefs flood confefs'd.

C Tell

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Tell him, it is not the fantaftic Boy,
Elate with pow'r and fwell'd with frantic joy,
f Tis not a flaviih Senate, fawning, bafe,
Can rramp with honeir. fame a worthlefs race :
Tho' the falfe Coin proclaim him great and wife,
The tyrant's life mall tell that Coin, it lyes.

But when your early Care fhall have defign'd
To plan the Soul and mould the waxen Mind ;
When you fhall pour upon his tender Bread;
Ideas that muft ftand an Age's Tefr,
Oh ! there imprint with ftrongeft deepeft dye
The lovely form of Goddefs Liberty !
For her in Senates be he train'd to plead,
For her in Battles be he taught to bleed.
Lead him where Dover's rugged cliff refounds
With darning feas, fair Freedom's honeft Bounds,
Point to yon azure Carr bedrop'd with gold,
Whofe weight the necks of Gallia's Sons upholds
Where proudly fits an iron-fcepter'd Queen,
And fondly triumphs o'er the proftrate fcene,
Cry, that is Empire ! fhun her baleful path,
Her Words are Slavery, her Touch is Death !
Thro' wounds and blood the Fury drives her way,
And murthers half, to make the reft her prey.


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Thus fpoke each Spartan Matron, as fhe drefs'd
With the bright cuirafs her young Soldier's breaft \
On the new Warrior's tender-finew'd thigh,
Girt Fear of Shame and Love of Liberty.

Steel'd with fuch precepts, for a caufe fo good,
What fcanty Bands the Perfian Hoft withftood !
Before the Sons of Greece let Afia tell
How fled her f Monarch, how her Millions fell !
When arm'd for Liberty, a Few how brave !
How weak a Multitude, where each a Slave !
No welcome Falchion filFd their fainting hand,
No Voice infpir'd of favourite Command :
No Peafant fought for wealthy lands poflefs'd,
No fond remembrance warm'd the Parent's breaft ;
They faw their lands for royal riot groan,
And toil'd in vain for banquets, not their own \
They faw their infant Race to bondage rife,
And frequent heard the ravifh'd Virgin's cries,
Difhonour'd but to cool a tranfient guft
Of fome luxurious Satrap's barb'rous luft,

f Xerxes.

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The greateit curfes any Age has known
Have ifliied from the Temple or the Throne ;
Extent of ill from Kings at firfl: begins,
But Priefts muft aid and confecrate their fins.
The tortur'd Subject might be heard complain,
When finking under a new weight of chain,
Or more rebellious might perhaps repine,
When tax'd to dow'r a titled Concubine,
But the Prieft chriftens all a Right Divine.

When at the altar a new Monarch kneels,
What conjur'd awe upon the people fteals !
The chofen He adores the precious oil,
Meekly receives the folemn charm, and while
The Prieft fome blefled nothings mutters o'er,
Sucks ift the facred greafe at ev'ry pore :
He feems at once to fhed his mortal (kin,
And feels Divinity transfus'd within.
The trembling Vulgar dread the royal Nod,
And worfhip God's anointed more than God.

Such Sanction gives the Prelate to fuch Kings !
So Mifchief from thofe hallow'd fountains fprings.
But bend your eye to yonder harrafs'd plains,
Where King and Prieft in one united reigns ;


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See fair Italia mourn her holy ftate,

And droop opprefs'd beneath a papal weight :

Where fat Celibacy ufurps the foil,

And facred Sloth confumes the peafant's toil :

The holy Drones monopolize the fky,

And plunder by a vow of Poverty.

The Chriftian Caufe their lewd profeflion taints,

Unlearn'd, unchafte, uncharitable Saints,

Oppreflion takes Religion's hallow'd name,
And Prieftcraft knows to play the fpecious game.
Behold how each enthufiaftic fool
Of ductile piety, becomes their tool :
Obferve with how much art, what fine pretence
They hallow Foppery and combat Senfe.

Some hoary Hypocrite, grown old in fin,
Whofe thoughts of heav'n with his laft hours

Counting a chaplet with a bigot care,
And mumbling fomewhat 'twixt a charm and

Hugs a dawb'd image of his injur'd Lord,
And fqueezes out on the dull idol-board

A fore-ey'd

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A fore-ey'd gum of tears ; the flannel Crew
With cunning joy the fond repentance view,
Pronounce Him blefs'd, his miracles proclaim,
Teach the flight croud t' adore his hallow'd name,
Exalt his praife above the Saints of old,
And coin his fmking confcience into Gold*

Or when fome Pontiff with imperious hand
Sends forth his edict: to excife the land,
The tortur'd Hind unwillingly obeys,
And mutters curfes as his mite he pays !
The fubtle Pried th' invidious name forbears,
Afks it for holy ufe or venal pray'rs ;
Exhibits all their trumpery to fale,
A bone, a mouldy morfel, or a nail :
Th' idolatrous Devout adore the mow,
And in full ftrcams the molten off 'rings flow.

No pagan Object, nothing too profane ;
To aid the Romifli zeal for Chriftian gain.
Each Temple with new weight of idols nods,
And horrow'd Altars fmoke to other Gods.
Prometheus' Vultur Matthew's Eagle proves
And heav'nly Cherubs fprout from heathen Loves ;


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Young Ganymede a winged Angel ftands
By holy Luke, and dictates God's commands :
* Apollo, tho' degraded, ftill can blefs,
Rewarded with a Sainthood, and an S.
Each convert Godhead is apoftoliz'd,
And Jove himfelf by f Peter's name's baptiz'd,
Astarte mines in Jewifh Mary's fame,
Still Queen of Heav'n, another and the fame*

While the proud Prieft the facred Tyrant reigns
Of empty cities and difpeopled plains,
Where fetter'd Nature is forbid to rove
In the free commerce of productive Love.
Behold imprifon'd with her barren kind,
In gloomy cells the votive Maid confin'd ;
Faint ftreams of blood, by long ftagnation weak,
Scarce tinge the fading damafk of her cheek ;
In vain {he pines, the holy Faith withftands,
What Nature dictates and what God commands ;
But if fome fanguine He, fome lufty Prieft
Of jollier morals tafte the tempting feaft,

* St. Apollos.

f At St. Peter's an oldjiatue of Jupiter is turn-
ed into one of St. Peter*


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From the ftrong grafp if fome poor Babe arife,
Unwelcome, uniridear'd, it inftant dies,
Or poifons blafting foon the hafty joy,
Th' imperfect feeds of infant life deftroy.

Fair Modefty, thou virgin tender-ey'd,
From thee the Mufe the grofler acls muft hide,
Nor the dark cloifter's myftic rites difplay, ->
Whence num'rous brawny Monkhoods wafte /
away, (

And unprolific, tho' forfworn, decay. -*

Britannia fmiling, views her golden plains

From mitred bondage free and papal chains ;

Her jocund Sons pafs each unburthen'd day

Securely quiet, innocently gay :

Lords of themfelves the happy Ruftics fing,

Each of his little tenement the King.

Twice did ufurping Rome extend her hand,

To re-inflave the new-deliver'd land :

Twice were her fable bands to battle warm'd,

With pardons, bulls, and texts, and murthers

arm'd :


|| With Peter's fword and Michael's knee

were fent,
And whate'er ftorcs fupply'd the Church's arma-
Twice did the gallant Albion race repell
The jefuit legions to the gates of hell ;
Or whate'er Angel, friend to Britain, took,
Or William's or Eliza's guardian look.

A rife, young Peer ! fliine forth in fuch a caufe !
Who draws the fword for Freedom, juftly draws.
Reflect how dearly was that freedom bought ;
For that, how oft your anceftors have fought ;
Thro' the long feries of our princes down,
How wrench'd fome right from each too potent

See abjecT: John, that vaiTal Monarch, fee !
Bow down the royal neck, and crouch the fupple

knee !
Oh ! proftitution of imperial State !
To a vile Romifh Prieft's vile § Delegate !

|| Addit iff Herculeos Arcus Hajlamque Minerva,
^uicquidhabent ielorum armamentaria Cali. Ju V.
§ The Pope's Nuncio.

D Him

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Him the bold Barons fcorning to obey,

And be the fubjeas of a fubjecl: fway ;

Heroes, whofe names to lateft fame fhall mine,

Aw'd by no vifions of a Right Divine,

That bond by eaftern Politicians wrought,

Which ours have learnt, and Rabbi Doctors

To ftraiter banks reftrain'd the Royal Will,
That great prerogative of doing ill.

To late example and experience dead,
See J Henry in his Father's footfteps tread.
Too young to govern, immature to pow'r,
His early follies haunt his lateft hour.
His Nobles injur'd, and his Realms opprefs'd,
No violated fenate's wrongs redrefs'd,
His hoary age finks in the feeble wane
Of an inglorious, flighted, tedious reign.

The mufe too long with idle glories kd 9
And train'd to trumpet o'er the warlike dead,
The wanton fain on giddy plumes would foar
To Gallic Loire and Jordan's humbled fhore ;

t Henry III.


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Again would teach the Saracen and Gau!
At * Edward's and at f Henry's name to fall 3
Romantic heroes ! prodigal of blood ;
What numbers ftain'd each ill difputed flood ;
Tools to a Clergy ! warring but to feaft
With fpoils of provinces each pamper'd Prieft.
Be dumb, fond Maid ; thy facred ink nor fpill
On fpecious Tyrants, popularly ill :
Nor be thy comely locks with Rofes dight
Of either victor colour, Red or White.

Foil'd the aflfaflin % King, in union blow
The blended flowers on feventh Henry's brow.
Peace lights again on the forfaken ftrand,
And banifli'd plenty re-aflumes the land.
No nodding creft the crouching infant frights,
No clarion rudely breaks the bride's delights ;
Repofing fabres feek their ancient place
To briftle round a gaping |j Gorgon's face,

* Edward I. and III,

t Henry V.

% Richard III.

|j Medufa's head in the armory at the Tower.

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The wearied arms grotefquely deck the wall,
And tatter'd trophies fret the Royal * hall.
But Peace. in vain on the blood-fatten'd plains
From a redundant horn her treafures rains ;
She deals her gifts ; but in a ufelefs hour,
To glut the iron hand of griping pow'r :
Such Lancaster, whom harrafs'd Britain faw*
Mafk'd in the garb of antiquated Law :
More politic than wife, more wife than great ;
A legiflator to enflave the ftate j
Cooly malicious ; by defign a knave ;
More mean than falfe, ambitious more than brave ;
Attached to intererVs more than honour's call 5
More ftri& than jufr, more covetous than all.

Not fo the Reveller profufe, his f Son,
His contrail courfe of tyranny begun ;
Robuft of limb, and fluflr d with florid grace,
Strength nerv'd his youth, and fquar'd his jovial

To feats of arms and carpet-combats prone,
In either field the vig'rous Monarch fhone :

* Weftminjler-Hall
t Henry VIII.


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Mark'd out for riot each luxurious day

In tournaments and banquets danc'd away.

But fhift the fcene, and view what (laughters

Each frantic period of his barb'rous reign :
A Tyrant to the people whom he rul'd,
By ev'ry potentate he dealt with, fool'd ;
Sold by one f minifter, to all unjuft ;
Sway'd by each dictate of diflemper'd luft ;
Changing each worfhip that controul'd the bent
Of his adult'rous will, and lewd intent ;
Big in unwieldy majefty and pride,
And fmear'd with Queens and Martyrs blood,

He dy'd.

Pafs we the pious J Youth too flight! y feen ;
The murd'rous zeal of a weak Rornifh || Queen :
Nor with faint pencil, impotently vain,
Shadow the glories of Eliza's reign,
Who ftill too great, tho' fome few faults fhe had,
To catalogue with all thofe Royal bad.

f Cardinal Woolfey.

% Edward VI.

|| Mary.

Arife !

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Arife! great James! thy courfe of wifdom
run !
Image of David's philofophic Son !
He comes ! on either hand in feemly Hate,
Knowledge and Peace his fondled handmaids wait :
Obfcurely learn'd, elaborately dull,
Of quibbling cant and grace fanatic full,
Thron'd in full fenates, on his pedant tongue,
Thefe for fix hours each weighty morning hung ;
For thefe each firing of royal pow'r he ftrain'd,
For thefe he fold whate'er Eliza gain'd ;
For thefe he fquander'd ev'ry prudent ftore
The frugal Princefs had referv'd before,
On penfion'd fycophants and garter'd boys,
Tools of his will, and minions of his joys.
For thefe he let his beggar'd * daughter roam ;
Bubbled for thefe by Spanifh art at home ;
For thefe, to fum the bleffings of his reign,
Poifon'd one Son f, and t'other fent to Spain.

Retire, ftricl: mufe, and thy impartial verfe
In pity fpare on Charles's bleeding herfe ;

* §)uecn of Bohemia.

+ Prince Henry and Charles I.


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Or all his faults in blackeft notes tranflate
To tombs where rot the authors of his fate ;
To luftful Henrietta's Romifh fhade
Let all his acts of lawlefs pow'r be laid ;
Or to the * Prieft more Romifh ftill than her ;
And whoe'er made his gentle virtues err.

On the next f Prince expell'd his native land
In vain Affli&ion laid her iron hand ;
Fortune or fair or frowning, on his foul
Cou'd ftamp no virtue, and no vice controul ;
Honour, or morals, gratitude, or truth,
Nor learn'd his ripen'd age, nor knew his youth ;
The care of Nations left to whores or chance,
Plund'rer of Britain, penfioner of France ;
Free to buffoons, to minifters deny'd,
He lived an atheift, and a bigot dy'd.

The reins of Empire, or refxgn'd or flole,
Are trufted next to James's weak controul -,
Him, meditating to fubvert the laws,
His Hero || Son in Freedom's beauteous caufe

* Archhijhop Laud.
f Charles II.

|| miliamllh


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Rofe to chaftife : J unhappy ftill ! howe'er
Pofterity the gallant action bear.

Thus have I try'd of Kings and Priefts to fing,
And all the ills that from their vices fpring ;
While victor George thunders o'er either Spain,
Revenges Britain and afferts the Main ;
To || willing Indians deals our equal laws,
And from his Country's voice affects applaufe ;
§ What time fair Florence on her peaceful more*
Free from the din of war and battle's roar,
Has lap'J me trifler in inglorious eafe,
Modelling precepts that may ferve and pleafe ;
Yours is the tafk— — and glorious is the plan,
To build the Free, the Senfible, Good Man.

J Infelix utcumque ferent eafaSfa minor es ! ViRG.

|| j . Volentes

Pet pspidos dot jura viamquc affeftat Olympo.


§ Ilk Virgtlium ?ne tempore dulcis alehat
ParihenopCy jladv.s Fkrente?n ignobilis oil. Vl R G •

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