HOW oft hall 1 furvey

This humble roof the lawn, the greenwood fhade,

The vale with fheaves o'erfpread,

Thee, Townfhend, not the arms

Of lumbering Eafe, nor Pleasure's roẩy chain,
Were deftin'd to detain:

No, nor bright Science, nor the Mufe's charms
For them high Heaven prepares

Their proper votaries, an humbler band:

And ne'er would Spenfer's hand

Have deign'd to strike the warbling Tuican shell,
Nor Harrington to tell

What habit an immortal city wears.
II. 24.

Had this been born to shield The caufe which Cromwell's impious hand betray'd,

Or that, like Vere, difplay'd
His rederofs banner o'er the Belgian field;
Yet where the will divine

Hath fhut thofe loftieft paths, it next remains,
With reafon clad in ftrains

Of harmony, felected minds to infpire,

And Virtue's living fire

To feed and eternize in hearts like thine.
II. 3.

For never fhall the herd, whom Envy fways,
So quell my purpofe or my tongue control,
That Ifhould fear illuftrious worth to praite,
Because its mafter's friendship mov'd my fout.
Yet, if this undiffembling ftrain
Should now perhaps thine ear detain

With any pleafing found,
Remember thou that righteous Fame
From hoary age a ftrict account will claim

ftray?

When will thy cheerful mind

Of these have utter'd all her dear efteem?
Or, tell me, doft thou deem

No more to join in glory's teilfome race,
But here content embrace

That happy leifure which thou hadft refign'd?

Ye heroes, who of old

Did generous England Freedom's throne ordain;
From Alfred's parent reign

To Naffau, great deliverer, wife and bold;

I know your perils hard.

Your wounds, your painful marches, wintery feas,
The night eftrang'd from ease
The day by cowardice and falfehood vex'd,

The head with doubt perplex'd,
The indignant heart disdaining the reward,

III. 3.
Which envy hardly grants, But, O renown,
O praife from judging heaven and virtuous men,
If thus they purchas'd thy divineft crown,
Say, who fhall hefitate? or who complain?
And now they fit on thrones above :
And when among the gods they move
Before the fovran mind,

"Lo, thefe," he faith, "lo, these are they "Who to the laws of mine eternal way "From violence and fear afferted human kind." IV. I.

Thus honor'd while the train

Of legiflators in his prefence dwell;

If I may aught foretell,

The ftatefman fhall the fecond palm obtain.
For dreadful deeds of arms

Let vulgar bards, with undiscerning praise,
More glittering trophies raile:

But wifeft heaven what deeds may chiefly move
To favor and to love?

What, fave wide bleffings, or averted harms?

V. I.

Thence never hath the Mufe Around his tomb Pierian roses flung:

Nor fhall one poet's tongue

His name for Mufic's pleafing labor chufe. And fure, when Nature kind

Hath deck'd fome favor'd breast above the throngs
That man with grievous wrong

Affronts and wounds his genius, if he bends
To Guilt's ignoble ends

The functions of his ill-fubmitting' mind.
V. 2.

For worthy of the wife

Nothing can seem but Virtue; nor earth yield Their fame an equal field,

Save where impartial Freedom gives the prize. There Somers fix'd his name,

Inroll'd the next to William. There fhall Time To every wondering clime

Point out that Somers, who from Faction's crout, The flanderous and the loud,

Could fair affent and modeft reverence claim.

V. 3.

Nor aught did laws or focial arts acquire,
Nor this majestic weal of Albion's land
Did aught accomplish, or to aught aspire,
Without his guidance, his fuperior hand.

And rightly fhall the Mule's care
Wreaths like her own for him prepar
Whose mind's enamour'd'aim

Could forms of civil beauty.draw
Sublime as ever Sage or Poet faw,

Yet ftill to life's rude fcene the proud ideas tan VI. 1.

Let none profane be near!

The Mufe was never foreign to his breaft t
On Pawer's grave feat confefe'd,

Stiff to her voice he bent a lover's ear,

And if the blessed know

Their ancient cares, even now the unfading grove

Where haply Milton roves

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With Spenter, hear the enchanted echos round
Through fartheft heaven refound
Wife Somers, guardian of their fame below.
VI. 2.

He knew, the patriot knew,
That letters and the Mufe's powerful art
Exalt the ingenuous heart,

And brighten every form of juft and true.
They lend a nobler sway

To civil Wisdom, than corruption's lure
Could ever yet procure:
They too from Envy's pale malignant light
Conduct her forth to fight
Cloth'd in the faireft colours of the day.
VI. 3.

O Townshend, thus may Time, the judge f

Yet, Hall, while thy judicicus ear
Admires the well-diffembled art
That can fuch harmony impart
To the lame pace of Gallic rhymes;

While wit from affectation clear,
Bright images, and paffions true,
Recall to thy affenting view
The envied bards of nobler times;
III.

Say, is not oft his doctrine wrong?
This priest of pleasure, who aspires
To lead us to her facred fires,
Knows he the ritual of her fhrine?
Say (her fweet influence to thy fong
So may the goddefs ftill afford)
Doth the content to be ador'd
With fhameless love and frantic wine?
IV.

Nor Cato, nor Chryfippus here
Need we in high indignant phrafe
From their Elyfian quiet raile;
But pleafure's oracle al ne
Confult; attentive, not levere.-
O pleasure, we blafpheme not thee;
Nor emulate the rigid knee
Which bends but at the Stoic throne.
V.

We own had fare to man affign'd
Nor fenfe, nor with, but what obey
Or Venus foft or Bacchus gay,
Then might our bard's voluptuous creed
Moft aptly govern human kind :~`~
Unleis perchance what he hath fung
Of tortur'd joints and nerves unftrung,
Some wrangling heretic fhould plead.

TO THE RIGHT REVEREND

WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU.

1.

ATTEND to Chaulieu's wanton lyre;
While, fiuent as the fky-lark fings
When firft the morn allures it's wings,
The epicure his theme purfues:
And tell me if, among the choir

Whofe mufic charms the banks of Seiae,
So full, fo free, fo rich a ftrain
B'er diftated the warbling Mute.

WINCHESTER.
1. I.

FOR toils which patriots have endur'd,
For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd,
In every nation Time difplays
The palm of honourable praife.
Envy may rail; and faction fierce
May ftrive but what, alas, can thofe
(Though beid, yet blind and fordid foc.)
To gratitude and love oppofe,
To faithful story and persuasive verfel

To him the Teacher blefs'd, Who fent religion, from the palmy field By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the weft, And lifted up the veil which heaven from earth conceal'd,

To Hoadly thus his mandate he addrefs'd; "Go thou, and rescue my difhonour'd law "From hands rapacious and from tongues im66 pure:

"Let not my peaceful name be made a lure "Fell pertecution's mortal fnares to aid: "Let not my words be impious chains to draw "The freeborn foul in more than brutal awe, "To faith without affent, allegiance `unrepaid."

II. I,

No cold or unperforming hand

Was arm'd by heaven with this command. The world foon felt it: and, on high, To William's ear with welcome joy Did Locke among the bleft unfold The iifing hope of Hoadly's name, Godolphin then confirm'd the fame; And Somers, when from earth he came, And generous Stanhope the fair fequel told.

II. 2.

Then drew the lawgivers around, (Sires of the Grecian name renown'd) And liftening afk'd, and wondering knew, What private force could thus fubdue The vulgar and the great combin'd; Could war with facred folly wage; Could a whole nation difengage From the dread bonds of many an age And to new habits mould the public mind.

II. 3.

For not a conqueror's fword, Nor the ftrong powers to civil founders

known,

Were his but truth by faithful search explor'd, And focial fenfe, like feed, in genial plenty fown. Wherever it took root, the foul (reftor'd To freedom) freedom too for others fought. Not monkih craft the tyrant's claim divine, Not regal zeal the bigot's cruel fhrine Could longer guard from reafon's warfare fage; Not the wild rabble to fedition wrought, Nor fynod's by the papal Genius taught, Nor St. John's pitit loole, nor Atterbury's

Tage.

III. I.

But where shall recompence be found? Or how fuch arduous merit crown'd? For look on life's laborious scene; What rugged fpaces lie between Adventurous Virtue's early toils And her triumphal throne! The fhade Of death, mean nime, does oft invade Her progrefs; nor, to us display'd, Wears the bright heroine her expected spots

III. 2.

Yet born to conquer is her power:
---O Hoadly, if that favourite hour
On earth arrive, with thankful awe
We own juft heaven's indulgent law,
And proudly thy fuccess behold;
We attend thy reverend length of days
With benediction and with praise,
And hail Thee in our public ways
Like fome great spirit fam'd in ages old.
III. 3.

While thus our vows prolong

Thy steps on earth, and when by us refign'd Thou join'ft thy feniors, that heroic throng Who refcued or preferv'd the rights of human kind, O not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue Thee ftill, her friend and benefactor, name: O never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes, May impious gold, or pleasure's gaudy prize, Make public virtue, public freedom, vile; Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim That heritage, our noblefl wealth and fame, Which Thou haft kept intire from force and factious guile