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The creatures now withdraw their kindly use,
Some fly thee, fome torment, and some seduce ;
Repaft ill suited to such diff'rent guests,
For what thy sense desires, thy foul distastes;
Thy lust, thy curiosity, thy pride,
Curb’d, or deferr'd, or balk'd, or gratify'd,
Rage on, and make thee equally unbless’d,
In what thou want'ft, and what thou haft poffefs'd.
In vain thou hop't for bliss on this poor clod,
Return and seek thy Father, and thy God :
Yet think not to regain thy native sky,
Borne on the wings of vain philosophy ;
Mysterious passage ! hid from human eyes;
Soaring you'll fink, and finking you will rise;
Let humble thoughts thy wary footsteps guide,
Repair by meekness what you lost by pride.
Tam patiens urbis, tan ferreus ut teneat fe?
Yet ftill my calmer thoughts his choice commend,
I praise the hermit, but regret the friend;
Who now resolves, from vice and LONDON far,
To breathe in diftant fields
air, And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary fhore, Give to St. David one true Briton more.
JUV. Sat. III,
* Quamvis digreffu veteris confusus amici;
Laudo, tamen, vacr.is quod Jeden figere Cumis
Destiret, atque unum civem donare Sibylla.
For who wou'd leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ? There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares, with age decay : Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire ; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ;. Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheift talks you dead.
• While Thales waits the wherry that contains Of diffipated wealth the small remains, On Thames's bank in filent thought we food, Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood. Struck with the feat that gave * Eliza birth, We kneel, and kiss the confecrated earth; In pleafing dreams the blissful age renew, And call Britannia's glories back to view; Behold her cross triumphant on the main, The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain.
Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburre.
Nam quid tam miferum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere incendia, lapsus
Teetorum asiduos, et mille pericula lave
Urbis, Ed Augusto recitantes menfe poetas?
* Sed, dum tota domus rhedå componitur uná,
Substitit ad veteres arcus.upon
Queen Elizabeth born at Greenwich.
Ere masquerades debauch'd, excise oppressid,
Or English honour grew a ftanding jeft.
A transient calm the happy scenes bestow,
And for a moment lull the fense of woe.
At length awaking with contemptuous frown,
Indignant Thales eyes the neighb'ring town.
• Since worth, he cries, in these degen'rate days
Wants ev'r the cheap reward of empty praise ;
In those curs'd walls, devote to vice and gain,
Since unrewarded science toils in vain ;
Since hope but fooths to double my distress,
And ev'ry moment leaves my little less;
While yet my steddy steps no e staff suftains,
And life ftill vig'rous revels in my veins;
Grant me, kind heaven, to find some happier place,
Where honesty and sense are no disgrace; .
Some pleasing bank where verdant ofiers play,
Some peaceful vale with nature's painting gáy ;
Where once the harrafsd Briton found repose,
And safe in poverty defy'd his foes
Hic tunc Umbricius: 'Quando artibus, inquit, honestis
Nullus in urbe locus, nulla emolumenta laborum,
Res bodie minor eft, beri quam fuit, atque eadem cras
Deteret exiguis aliquid : proponimus illuc
Ire, fatigatas ubi Dedalus exuit alas;
Dum nova canities
et pedibus me
l'orto meis, nullo dextram fubeunte bacillo.
Some secret cell, ye pow'rs, indulgent give :
- live here, forc has learn'd to live.
Here let those reign, whom penfions 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;
With flavish tenets taint our poison'd youth,
And lend a lye the confidence of truth.
8 Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,
Collect a tax, or farm a lottery,
With warbling eunuchs fill a licens'd stage,
And lull to fervitude a thoughtless age.
Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold?
What check restrain your thirst of pow'r and gold ?
Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown,
Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own,
To fuch, a groaning nation's spoils are giv'n,
When publick crimes inflame the wrath of heav'n:
> But what, my friend, what hope remains for me,
Who start at theft, and blush at perjury?
f Cedamus patria: vivant Arturius iftic
Et Catulus : maneant qui nigrum in candida vertunt. & Queis facile eft ædem conducere, flumina, portus,
Siccandam eluviem, portandum ad bufta cadaver.
Munera nunc edunt.
Quid Romæ faciam? mentiri nescio : librum,
Si malus est, nequeo laudare & pofcere. -