70 By worse hypocrites than men, Till Monday comes to cheat again. Moral virtue is a scorn; Gratitude but rare at best, All our wit but party-mocks, 30 35 Long an officer may serve; Prais'd and wounded he may ftarve: No receipt to make him rise Like inventing loyal lies. We, whofe ancestors have fhin'd 40 In arts of peace and fields of fame, To ill and idlenefs inclin'd, Now are grown a public fhame. BANISHED TO BRUSSELS. I FEEL a ftrange impulfe, a strong defire, (For what vain thoughts will not a Muse inspire?} To fing on lofty subjects, and to raise My own low fame by writing James's praife. Oft' have we heard the wonders of his youth, Obferv'd those feeds of fortitude and truth 5 Which fince have spread so wide, so wondrous high; In arms more active than ev'n war requir'd, 10 15 No wonder it should fiercely then engage; 20 Oh! wondrous Pair! whom equal virtues crown, Oh! worthy of each other's vast renown! 26 None but Turenne with York could glory fhare, And none but York deserve fo great a master's care. *The Marefchal de Turenne. 30 Scarce was he come to blefs his native ifle, For his own fame howe'er he fought before, In thofe black times when, faction raging high, 40 45 So when black clouds furround heav'n's glorious Tempeftuous darkness covering all the place, [face, If we difcern but the leaft glimmering ray 51 Of that bright orb of fire which rules the day, 54 WR ON THE DEITY. RETCHED Mankind! void of both strength and Dext'rous at nothing but at doing ill, In merit humble, in pretenfions high, Among them none, alas! more weak than I, [skill, And none more blind; tho' still I worthless thought The best Lever spoke or ever wrote. But zealous heat exalts the humblest mind; Yet fuch the subjects, various, and fo high, But on that theme which ev'n the wife abuse, Abruptly to break off wants no excuse. 6 ΙΟ } While others vainly ftrive to know Thee more, 20 Let me in filent reverence adore, Wishing that human pow'r were higher rais'd, G 25 A DIALOGUE. Sung on the Stage, between an elderly Shepherd and a very young Nymph. SHEPHERD. BRIGHT and blooming as the fpring, Univerfal love inspiring, All our fwains thy praises fing, Ever gazing and admiring. NYMPH. Praifes in fo high a strain, And by fuch a shepherd fung, SHEP. I fhould have defpair'd among But your eyes have made me young By their smiling on me daily. NYMPH. Idle boys admire us blindly, Are inconftant, wild, and bold, And your using me fo kindly Is a proof you are not old. SHEP. With thy pleafing voice and fashion, With thy humour and thy youth, Cheer my foul, and crown my paffion; Oh! reward my love and truth. 20 NYMPH. With thy careful arts to cover That which fools will count a fault, Trueft friend as well as lover, Oh! deferve fo kind a thought. |