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How wouldAt thou shake at Britain's modifh tribe,
Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe ?
Attentive truth and nature to decry,
And pierce each scene with philosophic eye.
To thee were folemn toys or empty shew,
The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe:
All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain,
Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain.
Such was the scorn that fill’d the sage's mind,
Renew'd at ev'ry glance on humankind;
How just that scorn ere yet thy voice declare,
Search every state, and canvass ev'ry prayer.
• Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate,
Athirst for wealth, and burning to be great;
Delusive Fortune hears th' inceffant call,
They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall.
On ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend,
Hate dogs their flight, and insult mocks their end.
Love ends with hope, the finking statesman's door
Pours in the morning worshiper no more';
For growing names the weekly scribbler lies,
To growing wealth the dedicator fies,
From every room descends the painted face,
That hung the bright Palladium of the place,
And smoak’d in kitchens, or in auctions sold,
To better features yields the frame of gold ;
For now no more we trace in ev'ry line
Heroic worth, benevolence divine :
The form disorted justifies the fall,
And deteftation rids th' indignant wall.
But will not Britain hear the lait appeal,
Sign her foes doom, or guard her fav'rites zeal;
Thro’ Freedom's sons no more remonftrance rings,
Degrawing nobles and controuling kings ;
Our supple truc sepress their patriot throats,
And ask no questions but the price of votes ;
With weekly libels and feptennial ale,
Their wish is full to riot and to rail.
In full blown dignity, fee Wolsey ftand,
Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand :
To him the couch, the realm, their pow'rs consign,
Thro' him the rays of regai bounty shine,
Still to new heights his restless wilhes tow'r,
Claim leads to clain, and pow'r advances pow'r ;
'Till conquest unresisted ceas'd to please,
And rights fubmitted, left him none to seize.
At length his fov'reign frowns the train of state
Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Where-e'er he turns he meets a stranger's eye,
His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly;
At once is lost the pride of aweful state,
The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
The liv’ried army, and the menial lord.
With age, with cares, with maladies oppressd,
He seeks the refuge of monastic reft.
Grief aids disease, remember'd folly ftings,
And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.
Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine,
Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end be thine ?
Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content,
The wisest justice on the banks of Trent?
For why did Wolfey near the fteeps of fate,
On weak foundations raise th' enormous weight?
Why but to sink beneath Misfortune's blow,
With louder ruin to the gulphs below ?
What f gave great Villiers to th' affallin's knife,
And fx'd disease on Harley's closing life?
What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd Hyde,
By kings protected, and to kings ally'd ?
What but their wish indulg'd in courts to fine,
And pow'r too great to keep, or to resign?
When 8 first the college rolls receive his name,
The young enthufiaft quits his ease for fame;
Thro' all his veins the fever of renown
Spreads from the strong contagion of the gown ;
O'er Bodley's dome his future labours spread,
And h Bacon's manfion trembles o'er his head.
f Ver. 108-113.
8 Ver. 114-4
-132. h There is a tradition, that the siudy of friar Bacon, built on an arch over the bridge, will fall, wben a man greater than Bacon shall pass under it,
Are these thy views ? proceed illuftrious youth,
And virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth!
Yet should thy soul indulge the gen'rous heat,
'Till captive Science yields her last retreat ;
Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray,
And pour on misty Doubt refiftless day;
Should no false Kindness lure to loose delight,
Nor Praise relax, nor Difficulty fright;
Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain,
And Sloth effufe her opiate fumes in vain ;
Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart,
Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart;
Should no Disease thy torpid veins invade,
Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade;
Yet hope not life from grief or danger free,
Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee:
Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes,
And pause awhile from letters, to be wise ;
There mark what ills the fcholar's life affail,
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
See nations slowly wise, and meanly juft,
To buried merit raise the tardy buft.
If dreams yet flatter, once again attend,
Here Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end.
Nor deem, when Learning her last prize bestows,
The glitt'ring eminence exempt from woes ;
See when the vulgar 'scape, despis'd or aw'd,
Rebellion's vengeful talons seize on Laud.
From meaner minds, tho' smaller fines content
The plunder'd palace or fequefter'd rent;
Mark'd out by dangerous parts he meets the shock,
And fatal Learning leads him to the block :
Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep,
But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and fleep.
The festal blazes, the triumphal show,
The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe,
The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale,
With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirl'd,
For such the steady Romans shook the world ;
For such in distant lands the Britons shine,
And ftain with blood the Danube or the Rhine ;
This pow'r has praise, that virtue scarce can warm,
'Till fame supplies the universal charm.
Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal game,
Where wasted nations raise a single name,
And mortgag'd states their grandfires wreaths regret,
From age to age in everlasting debt ;
Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey
To ruft on medals, or on stones decay.
On k what foundation stands the warrior's pride,
How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ;
A frame of adamant, a foul of fire,
No dangers fright him, and no labours cire ;