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published the account of his tour, under the title of symptoms, followed; and such was the tenacity with “ A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland,” which he clung to life, that he expressed a great more candour and impartiality were found in it, desire to seek for amendment in the climate of than had been expected. In 1775, he was gratified, Italy. Still unable to reconcile himself tot through the interest of Lord North, with the degree thought of dying, he said to the surgeon who w of Doctor of Laws, from the University of Oxford. making slight scarifications in his swollen legs He had some years before received the same honour “ Deeper ! deeper! I want length of life, and you from Dublin, but did not then choose to assume the are afraid of giving me pain, which I do not title. His last literary undertaking was the con- value.” The closing scene took place on Decen. sequence of a request from the London booksellers, ber 13. 1785, in the 76th year of his age. His who had engaged in an edition of the principal remains, attended by a respectable concourse of English poets, and wished to prefix to each a bio- friends, were interred in Westminster Abbey; ands graphical and critical preface from his hand. This monumental statue has since been placed to be he undertook; and though he will generally be memory in St. Paul's cathedral. His works were thought to have laboured under strong prejudices published collectively in eleven volumes, 8vo., with in composing the work, its style will be found, in a copious life of the author, by Sir John Hawkins great measure, free from the stiffness and turgidity A new edition, in twelve volumes, with a life, s which marked his earlier compositions.

given by Arthur Murphy. Of the conversarios, The concluding portion of Dr. Johnson's life and oral dictates of Johnson, a most copious and was saddened by a progressive decline of health, lection has been published in the very entertaining and by the prospect of approaching death, which volumes of Mr. Boswell. Upon the whole, it w neither his religion nor his philosophy had taught him be said, that at the time of his death, he was usto bear with even decent composure. A paralytic doubtedly the most conspicuous literary character stroke first gave the alarm ; asthma, and dropsical of his country.

A POEM.

Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
LONDON:

The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain,
Ere masquerades debauch'd, excise oppress'd,
Or English honour grew a standing jest.

A transient calm the happy scenes bestow,
IN IMITATION OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL. And for a moment lull the sense of woe.

At length awaking, with contemptuous frown, Quis ineptæ

Indignant Thales eyes the neighb'ring town. Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se? Juv. Since worth, he cries, in these degenerate days

Wants even the cheap reward of empty praise ; Tho' grief and fondness in my breast rebel, In those curs'd walls, devote to vice and gain, When injur'd Thales bids the town farewell, Since unrewarded science toils in vain; Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend, Since hope but soothes to double my distress, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend,

And every moment leaves my little less; Resolv'd at length from vice and London far While yet my steady steps no staff sustains, To breathe in distant fields a purer air,

And life still vig'rous revels in my veins; And fix'd on Cambria's solitary shore,

Grant me, kind Heaven, to find some happier place, Give to St. David one true Briton more.

Where honesty and sense are no disgrare; For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Some pleasing bank where verdant osiers play, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ? Some peaceful vale with Nature's paintings gay; There none are swept by sudden fate away, Where once the harass'd Briton found repose, But all, whom hunger spares, with age decay: And safe in poverty defy'd his foes; Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire,

Some secret cell, ye pow'rs, indulgent give, And now a rabble rages, now a fire;

Let — live here, for has learn'd to live. Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,

Here let those reign, whom pensions can invite And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; To vote a patriot black, a courtier white, Here falling houses thunder on your head, Explain their country's dear-bought riglits away, And here a female atheist talks you dead.

And plead for pirates in the face of day; While Thales waits the wherry that contains With slavish tenets taint our poison'd youth, Of dissipated wealth the small remains,

And lend a lie the confidence of truth. On Thames's banks, in silent thought, we stood Let such raise palaces, and manors buy, Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood; Collect a tax, or farm a lottery; Struck with the seat that gave Eliza * birth, With warbling eunuchs fill our silenc'd stage, We kneel, and kiss the consecrated earth;

And lull to servitude a thoughtless age. In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew,

Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride skal And call Britannia's glories back to view ;

What check restrain your thirst of pow's and gold.

Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown, Queen Elizhath, born at Greenwich.

Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own

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To such, the plunder of a land is giv'n,

Well may they venture on the mimic's art, When public crimes inflame the wrath of Heaven : Who play from morn to night a borrow'd part; But what, my friend, what hope remains for me, Practis'd their master's notions to embrace, Who start at theft, and blush at perjury?

Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face;
Who scarce forbear, tho' Britain's court he sing, With ev'ry wild absurdity comply,
To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing ;

And view each object with another's eye;
A statesman's logic unconvinc'd can hear,

To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear, And dare to slumber o'er the Gazetteer ;

To pour at will the counterfeited tear; Despise a fool in half his pension dress’d,

And, as their patron hints the cold or heat, And strive in vain to laugh at Clodio's jest. To shake in dog-days, in December sweat. Others with softer smiles, and subtle art,

How, when competitors like these contend, Can sap the principles, or taint the heart;

Can surly virtue hope to fix a friend ; With more address a lover's note convey,

Slaves that with serious impudence beguile, Or bribe a virgin's innocence away :

And lie without a blush, without a smile: Well may they rise, while I, whose rustic tongue Exalt each trifle, ev'ry vice adore, Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong, Your taste in snuff, your judgment in a whore; Spurn'd as a beggar, dreaded as a spy,

Can Balbo's eloquence applaud, and swear Live unregarded, unlamented die.

He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air. For what but social guilt the friend endears? For arts like these preferr'd, admir'd, caress'd, Who shares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares. They first invade your table, then your breast ; But thou, should tempting villany present

Explore your secrets with insidious art, All Marlb'rough hoarded, or all Villiers spent, Watch the weak hour, and ransack all the heart ; Turn from the glittering bribe thy scornful eye, Then soon your ill-plac'd confidence repay, Nor sell for gold, what gold could never buy, Commence your lords, and govern or betray. The peaceful slumber, self-approving day,

By numbers here from shame or censure free, Unsullied fame, and conscience ever gay.

All crimes are safe but hated poverty.
The cheated nation's happy fav’rites, see ! This, only this, the rigid law pursues,
Mark whom the great caress, who frown on me This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse.
London! the needy villain's gen'ral home,

The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak
The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome; Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke;
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,

With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.

And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
Forgive my transports on a theme like this, Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
I cannot bear a French metropolis.

Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ;
Illustrious Edward! from the realms of day, Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart,
The land of heroes and of saints survey;

Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart. Nor hope the British lineaments to trace,

Has Heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor, The rustic grandeur, or the surly grace ;

No pathless waste, or undiscovered shore ? But, lost in thoughtless ease and empty show, No secret island in the boundless main ? Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau;

No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ? Sense, freedom, piety, refin'd away,

Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore, Qf France the mimic, and of Spain the prey. And bear oppression's insolence no more.

All that at home no more can beg or steal, This mournful truth is every where confess'd, Or like a gibbet better than a wheel :

Slow rises worth by poverty depressid : Hiss'd from the stage, or hooted from the court, But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold, Their air, their dress, their politics, import; Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold : Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay,

Where won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd, On Britain's fond credulity they prey.

The groom retails the favours of his lord. (cries No gainful trade their industry can ’scape,

But hark! th' affrighted crowd's tumultuous They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a Roll through the streets, and thunder to the skies : clap:

Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows,

pow'r, And, bid him go to Hell, to Hell he goes.

Some pompous palace or some blissful bower, Ah! what avails it, that, from slav'ry far, Aghast you start, and scarce with aching sight I drew the breath of life in English air ;

Sustain th' approaching fire's tremendous light ; Was early taught a Briton's right to prize,

Swift from pursuing horrours take your way, And lisp the tale of Henry's victories;

And leave your little all to fames a prey ; If the gull'd conqueror receives the chain,

Then thro' the world a wretched vagrant roam, And flattery prevails when arms are vain ?

For where can starving merit find a home? Studious to please, and ready to submit; In vain your mournful narrative disclose, The supple Gaul was born a parasite :

While all neglect, and most insult your woes. Still to his int'rest true, where'er he goes,

Should Heaven's just bolts Orgilio's wealth Wit, brav'ry, worth, his lavish tongue bestows:

confound, In ev'ry face a thousand graces shine,

And spread his flaming palace on the ground, From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine.

Swift o'er the land the dismal rumour flies, These arts in vain our rugged natives try,

And public mournings pacify the skies ; Strain out with fault'ring diffidence a lie,

The laureat tribe in venal verse relate, And get a kick for awkward flattery.

How virtue wars with persecuting fate; Besides, with justice, this discerning age With well-feign'd gratitude the pension'da band Admires their wond'rous talents for the stage : Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land.

See! while he builds, the gaudy vassals come,
And crowd with sudden wealth the rising dome;
The price of boroughs and of souls restore ;

THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES,
And raise his treasures higher than before :
Now bless'd with all the baubles of the great,

IN IMITATION OF THE TENTH SATIRE OF JUVENIL The polish'd marble and the shining plate, Orgilio sees the golden pile aspire,

Let observation with extensive view, And hopes from angry Heav'n another fire.

Survey mankind from China to Peru; Could'st thou resign the park and play content,

Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent;

And watch the busy scenes of crowded life; There might'st thou find some elegant retreat,

Then say how hope and fear, desire and hate, Some hireling senator's deserted seat;

O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate, And stretch thy prospects o'er the smiling land,

Where wav'ring man, betray'd hy vent'rous pride For less than rent the dungeons of the Strand;

To chase the dreary paths without a guide, There prune thy walk, support thy drooping as treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude, flowers,

Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good; Direct thy rivulets, and twine thy bowers;

How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice, And, while thy grounds a cheap repast afford,

Rules the bold hand, or prompts the supplist Despise the dainties of a venal lord:

voice; There ev'ry bush with Nature's music rings,

How nations sink by darling schemes oppressid, There ev'ry breeze bears health upon its wings;

When vengeance listens to the fool's request, On all thy hours security shall smile,

Fate wings with ev'ry wish th' afflictive dart, And bless thine evening walk and morning toil.

Each gift of nature and each grace of art; Prepare for death if here at night you roam,

With fatal heat impetuous courage glows, And sign your will before you sup from home.

With fatal sweetness elocution flows, Some fiery fop, with new commission vain,

Impeachment stops the speaker's pow'rful breath, Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man; And restless fire precipitates on death. Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast,

But, scarce observ'd, the knowing and the bold Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.

Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold; Yet ev'n these heroes, mischievously gay;

Wide wasting pest! that rages unconfin'd, Lords of the street and terrours of the way;

And crowds with crimes the records of mankind: Flush'd as they are with folly, youth, and wine,

For gold his sword the hireling ruffian drars, Their prudent insults to the poor confine;

For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws; Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach,

Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys And shun the shining train, and golden coach. The dangers gather as the treasures rise. In vain, these dangers past, your

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Let hist'ry tell where rival kings command, And hope the balmy blessings of repose ;

And dubious title shakes the madded land, Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair,

When statutes glean the refuse of the sword, The midnight murd'rer bursts the faithless bar; How much more safe the vassal than the lord ; Invades the sacred hour of silent rest,

Low sculks the hind beneath the rage of power, And leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast. And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tower, Scarce can our fields, such crowds at Tyburn die,

Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers sound, With hemp the gallows and the fleet supply. Tho' confiscation's vultures hover round. Propose your schemes, ye senatorian band,

The needy traveller, serene and gay, Whose ways and means support the sinking land,

Walks the wild heath and sings his toil away, Lest ropes be wanting in the tempting spring,

Does envy seize thee ? crush th' upbraiding jog, To rig another convoy for the king.

Increase his riches, and his peace destroy ; A single jail, in Alfred's golden reign,

Now fears in dire vicissitude invade, Could half the nation's criminals contain;

The rustling brake alarms, and quiv'ring shade, Fair Justice, then, without constraint ador'd, Nor light nor darkness bring his pain relief, Held high the steady scale, but sheath'd the sword; One shows the plunder, and one hides the thief. No spies were paid, no special juries known,

Yet still one gen’ral cry the skies assails, Blest age! but ah! how diff'rent from our own ! And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales;

Much could I add,- but see the boat at hand, Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care, The tide retiring calls me from the land : [spent, Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir. Farewell !-When youth, and health, and fortune Once more, Democritus, arise on Earth, Thou fly'st for refuge to the wilds of Kent; With cheerful wisdom and instructive minh, And, tir'd like me with follies and with crimes, See motley life in modern trappings dressid, In angry numbers warns't succeeding times; And feed with varied fools th' eternal jest: Then shall thy friend, nor thou refuse his aid, Thou who could'st laugh, where want enchain'd Still foe to vice, forsake his Cambrian shade;

caprice, In virtue's cause once more exert his rage,

Toil crush'd conceit, and man was of a piece;
Thy satire point, and animate thy page.

Where wealth unlov'd without a mourner dy'd;
And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride;
Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate,
Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state;
Where change of fav’rites made no change of laws
And senates heard before they judg'd a cause;
How would'st thou shake at Britain's modist unbe,
Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe?

you close,

V

Attentive truth and nature to descry,

What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd Hyde, And pierce each scene with philosophic eye, By kings protected, and to kings ally'd ? To thee were solemn toys, or empty show,

What but their wish indulg'd in courts to shine, "The robes of pleasure, and the veils of woe : And pow'r too great to keep, or to resign. All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain,

When first the college rolls receive his name, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. The young enthusiast quits his ease for fame;

Such was the scorn that fill'd the sage's mind, Resistless burns the fever of renown, Renew'd at ev'ry glance on human kind;

Caught from the strong contagion of the gown : How just that scorn ere yet thy voice declare, O’er Bodley's dome his future labours spread, Search ev'ry state, and canvass ev'ry pray'r.

And Bacon's mansion * trembles o'er his head. Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate, Are these thy views? Proceed, illustrious youth, Atbirst for wealth, and burning to be great ; And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth! Delusive Fortune hears th' incessant call,

Yet should thy soul indulge the gen'rous heat They mount, they shine, evaporate and fall. Till captive Science yields her last retreat ; On ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend,

Should reason guide thee with her brightest ray, Hate dogs their flight, and insult mocks their end. And pour on misty doubt resistless day; Love ends with hope, the sinking statesman's door Should no false kindness lure to loose delight, Pours in the morning worshipper no more; Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright; For growing names the weekly seribbler lies, Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, To growing wealth the dedicator flies;

And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain ; From ev'ry room descends the painted face, Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, That hung the bright palladium of the place; Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart; And, smok'd in kitchens, or in auctions sold, Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, To better features yields the frame of gold; Nor Melancholy's phantoms baunt thy shade ; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line

Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Heroic worth, benevolence divine :

Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee : The form distorted justifies the fall,

Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And detestation rids th' indignant wall.

And pause awhile from letters to be wise; But will not Britain hear the last appeal, There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Sign her foes' doom, or guard her fav’rites' zeal ? Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. Through Freedom's sons no more remonstrance See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, rings,

To buried merit raise the tardy bust. Degrading nobles and controlling kings;

If dreams yet flatter, once again attend, Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats, Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end. And ask no questions but the price of votes;

Nor deem, when Learning her last prize bestows, With weekly libets and septennial ale,

The glittering eminence exempt from foes ; Their wish is full to riot and to rail.

See, when the vulgar 'scapes, despis'd or aw'd, In full-blown dignity, see Wolsey stand, Rebellion's vengeful talons seize on Laud. Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand :

From meaner minds, though smaller fines content To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs con- The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent: sign,

Mark'd out by dang'rous parts, he meets the shock, Through him the rays of regal bounty shine ; And fatal Learning leads him to the block : Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour flows, Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep, His smile alone security bestows :

But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep. Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r,

The festal blazes, the triumphal show, Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow'r; The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe, Till conquest unresisted ceas'd to please,

The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale, And rights submitted left him none to seize : With force resistless o'er the brave prevail. At length his sov'reign frowns the train of state Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirl'd, Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate. For such the steady Roman shook the world; Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye, For such in distant lands the Britons shine, His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly; And stain with blood the Danube or the Rhine; Now drops at once the pride of aweful state, This pow'r has praise, that virtue scarce can warın The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,

Till fame supplies the universal charm. The regal palace, the luxurious board,

Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal game, The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.

Where wasted nations raise a single name; [gret, With age, with cares, with maladies oppress'd, And mortgag'd states their grandsires' wreaths reHe seeks the refuge of monastic rest.

From age to age in everlasting debt; Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings, Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings. To rust on medals, or on stones decay.

Speak thou whose thoughts at humble peace repine, On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, Shall Wolsey's wealth with Wolsey's end be thine? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content,

A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent?

No dangers fright him, and no labours tire, For, why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th' enormous weight? * There is a tradition, that the study of Friar Why but to sink beneath misfortune's blow, Bacon, built on an arch over the bridge, will fall With louder ruin to the gulphs below.

when a man greater than Bacon shall pass under it. What gave great Villiers to th' assassin's knife, To prevent so shocking an accident, it was pulled And fix'd disease on Harley's closing life?

down many years since.

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O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour,
Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r;
No joys to him pacific sceptres yield,

With listless eyes the dotard views the store, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; He views, and wonders that they please no more; Behold surrounding kings their pow'rs combine, Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wine,

TL And one capitulate, and one resign; (vain; And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns.

1 Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, “ Think nothing gain’d,” he cries, “till nought Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain :

TIT remain,

No sounds, alas ! would touch th' impervious et, On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly, Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus

li And all be mine beneath the polar sky."

near; The march begins in military state,

Nor lute nor lyre his feeble pow'rs attend, And nations on his eye suspended wait;

Nor sweeter music of a virtuous friend; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast,

But everlasting dictates crowd his tongue,

HO And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; Perversely grave, or positively wrong.

4 He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; - The still returning tale, and ling'ring jest, Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day: Perplex the fawning niece, and pamper'd The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands, While growing hopes scarce awe the gath'ring sett And shows his miseries in distant lands;

And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear : Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait,

The watchful guests still hint the last offence ; While ladies interpose, and slaves debate.

The daughter's petulance, the son's expense, But did not Chance at length her errour mend ? Improve his heady rage with treach’rous skill,

lo Did no subverted empire mark his end ?

And mould his passions till they make his will Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ?

Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade, Or hostile millions press him to the ground? Lay siege to life, and press the dire blockade; His fall was destined to a barren strand,

But unextinguish'd av'rice still remains, Sie A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;

And dreaded losses aggravate his pains ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; All times their scenes of pompous woes afford, Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, From Persia's tyrant to Bavaria’s lord.

Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies

. In gay hostility and barb'rous pride,

But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime With half mankind embattled at his side,

Bless with an age exempt from scorn or erime; Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey, An age that melts with unperceiv'd decay, And starves exhausted regions in his way; And glides in modest innocence away; Attendant Flatt'ry counts his myriads o'er, Whose peaceful day benevolence endears, Till counted myriads soothe his pride no more ; Whose night congratulating conscience cheers; Fresh praise is try'd till madness fires his mind, The gen’ral fav’rite as the gen'ral friend : The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind; Such age there is, and who shall wish its end?

IN New pow'rs are claim'd, new pow'rs are still be Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune flings, stow'd,

To press the weary minutes' flagging wings;
Till rude resistance lops the spreading god; New sorrow rises as the day returns,
The daring Greeks deride the martial show, A sister sickens, or a daughter mourns.
And heap their valleys with the gaudy foe; Now kindred Merit fills the sable bier,

Th'insulted sea with humbler thought he gains, Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear;
A single skiff to speed his flight remains ;

Year chases year, decay pursues decay,
Th' encumber'd oar scarce leaves the dreaded coast Still drops some joy from with’ring life awas ;
Through purple billows and a floating host. New forms arise, and diff'rent views engage,
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,

Superfluous lags the vet'ran on the stage,
Tries the dread summits of Cæsarean pow'r, Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
With unexpected legions bursts away,

And bids afflicted worth retire to peace. And sees defenceless realms receive his sway: But few there are whom hours like these await Short sway! fair Austria spreads her mournful Who set unclouded in the gulphs of Fate. charms, From Lydia's monarch should the search descenda

Lp The queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms; By Solon caution'd to regard his end, From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze In life's last scene what prodigies surprize, Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise ; Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise ! The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar, From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotace kit, With all the sons of ravage crowd the war ; And Swift expires a driv'ler and a show. The baffled prince, in honour's flatt'ring bloom The teeming mother, anxious for her race, Of hasty greatness, finds the fatal doom;

Begs for each birth the fortune of a face;

B His foes' derision, and his subjects' blame, Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring;

Co And steals to death from anguish and from shame. And Sedley curs'd the form that pleas'd a king.

FC “ Enlarge my life with multitude of days !" Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays :

Whom pleasure keeps too busy to be wise ; Hides from himself its state, and shuns to know, Whom joys with soft varieties invite,

B That life protracted is protracted woe.

By day the frolic, and the dance by night;
Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
And shuts up all the passages of joy:

Who frown with vanity, who smile with art,
And ask the latest fashion of the heart;

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