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 3;
With slavish tenets taint our poison’d youth,
And lend a lie the confidence of truth.
Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,
Collect a tax, or farm a lottery ;
With warbling eunuchs fill a licensed stage 4,
And lull to servitude a thoughtless age.
‘Heroes, proceed ! what bounds your pride shall

hold ?
What check restrain your thirst of power 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 given,
When public crimes inflame the wrath of Heaven :
But what, my friend, what hope remains for me,
Who start at theft, and blush at perjury ?
Who scarce forbear, though Britain's court he sing,
To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing;
A statesman's logic unconvinced can hear,
And dare to slumber o'er the Gazetteer 5 :
Despise a fool in half his pension dress'd,
And strive in vain to laugh at H-y's jest.

• Others with softer smiles, and subtler art,
Can sap the principles, or taint the heart;
With more address a lover's note convey,
Or bribe a virgin's innocence away.

Well may they rise, while I, whose rustic tongue
Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong,
Spurn’d as a beggar, dreaded as a spy,
Live unregarded, unlamented die.

* For what but social guilt the friend endears ?
Who shares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares.
But thou, should tempting villany present
All Marlborough hoarded, or all Villiers spent,
Turn from the glittering bribe thy scornful eye,
Nor sell for gold, what gold could never buy,
The peaceful slumber, self-approving day,
Unsullied fame, and conscience ever gay.

• The cheated nation's happy favourites, see ! Mark whom the great caress, who frown on me! London ! the needy villain's general home, The common sewer of Paris, and of Rome; With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. Forgive my transports on a theme like this, I cannot bear a French metropolis.

• Illustrious Edward ! from the realms of day, The land of heroes and of saints survey ; Nor hope the British lineaments to trace, The rustic grandeur, or the surly grace; But, lost in thoughtless ease, and empty show, Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau; Sense, freedom, piety, refined 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; Hiss'd from the stage, or hooted from the court, Their air, their dress, their politics import; Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay, On Britain's fond credulity they prey.

No gainful trade their industry can 'scape,
They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a clap:
All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows,
And bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.

"Ah! what avails it, that from slavery far,
I drew the breath of life in English air ;
Was early taught a Briton's right to prize,
And lisp the tale of Henry's victories ;
If the gull’d conqueror receives the chain,
And flattery subdues when arms are vain ?

• Studious to please, and ready to submit,
The supple Gaul was born a parasite :
Still to his interest true, where'er he goes,
Wit, bravery, worth, his lavish tongue bestows;
In every face a thousand graces shine,
From every tongue flows harmony divine.
These arts in rain our rugged natives try,
Strain out with faltering diffidence a lie,
And gain a kick for awkward flattery.

“ Besides, with justice this discerning age Admires their wondrous talents for the stage : Well may they venture on the mimic's art, Who play from morn to night a borrow'd part; Practised their master's notions to embrace, Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face; With every wild absurdity comply, And view each object with another's eye; To shake with laughter ere the jest 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. How, when competitors like these contend, Can surly virtue hope to fix a friend ?

Slaves that with serious impudence beguile,
And lie without a blush, without a smile;
Exalt each trifle, every vice adore,
Your taste in snuff, your judgment in a whore;
Can Balbo's eloquence applaud, and swear
He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air.

*For arts like these preferr'd, admired, caress'd,
They first invade your table, then your breast;
Explore your secrets with insidious art,
Watch the weak hour, and ransack all the heart;
Then soon your ill-placed confidence repay,
Commence your lords, and govern or betray.

By numbers here from shame or censure free,
All crimes are safe but hated poverty:
This, only this, the rigid law pursues,
This, only this, provokes the snarling muse.
The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak
Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke ;
With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze,
And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest;
Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart,
Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.

* Has Heaven reserved, in pity to the poor,
No pathless waste, or undiscover'd shore ?
No secret Island in the boundless main ?
No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain 6 ?
Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore,
And bear oppression's insolence no more.

6 The Spaniards at that time were said to make claim to some of our American provinces.

This mournful truth is every where confess'd,
Slow rises worth, by poverty depress'd :
But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold;
Where, won by bribes, by flatteries implored,
The groom retails the favours of his lord.

‘But hark! the affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries Roll through the streets, and thunder to the skies: Raised from some pleasing dream of wealth and

power, Some pompous palace, or some blissful bower, Aghast you start, and scarce with aching sight Sustain the approaching fire's tremendous light ; Swift from pursuing horrors take your way, And leave your little all to flames a prey; Then through 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 insult your woes. • Should Heaven's just bolts Orgilio's wealth

confound, And spread his flaming palace on the ground, Swift o’er the land the dismal rumour flies, And public mournings pacify the skies ; The laureate tribe in servile verse relate How virtue wars with persecuting fate; With well-feign’d gratitude the pension’d band 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, Apd raise his treasures higher than before : Now bless'd with all the baubles of the great, The polish'd marble, and the shining plate,