And aided by her fervile trains, Leads kings, and fons of kings, in chains. Her darling minifter is PRIDE, (Who ne'er was known to change his fide) A friend, to all her interests just, Three fifters, fimilar in mien, Next Next AFFECTATION, fair and young, With half-form'd accents on her tongue,ke Whose antic shapes, and various face,. Distorted every native grace... Then VANITY, a wanton maid, Flaunting in Bruffels, and brocade ;; Fantastic, frolick fome, and wild, With all the trinkets of a child.. } The people, loyal to their queen, And every tribe, like pagans, run But now fome clam'rous founds arife, And all the pleasing vision flies. Once : Once more I clos'd my eyes to fleep, And gain'd th' imaginary deep. FANCY prefided at the helm, And fteer'd me back to FRIENDSHIP's realm. But, oh! with horror I relate The revolutions of her ftate. The Trojan chief cou'd hardly more For FLATT'RY view'd those fairer plains, With longing eyes, whereFRIENDSHIPreigns; With envy heard her neighbour's fame, And often figh'd to gain the fame. At length, by pride and int'reft fir'd, TO FRIENDSHIP's kingdom she aspir'd. And now commencing open foe, The river TRUTH the hofts withstood, And roll'd her formidable flood: Her Her current strong, and deep, and clear, HYPOCRISY the gulph explores; She forms a bridge, and joins the fhores. Thus often art or fraud prevails, When military prowefs fails. The troops an eafy paffage find, And vict'ry follows clofe behind. FRIENDSHIP with ardour charg'd her foes, And now the fight promifcuous grows : But FLATT'RY threw a poifon'd dart, And pierced the Empress to the heart. The VIRTUES all around were feen, To fall in heaps about the queen. The tyrant strip'd the mangled fair, She wore her spoils, affum'd her air; And mounting next the fuffèrer's throne, Claim'd the queen's titles as her own. Ah! Ah! injur'd maid, aloud I cry'd ; Judge, reader, how my griefs abound The Amazons, who prop'd the state, And YORKE sustains her radiant head. Illustrious heroine of the sky, Who leads to vanquish or to die! No partial virtue of the plain ! She rous'd the lions of the main : Hence |