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A text for Henley, or a glofs for Hearne, 215 Who loves to teach, what no man cares to learn.

How little, knowledge reaps from toils like these! 'Tco doubtful to direct, too poor to please. Yet, Critics, would your tribe deserve a name, And, fairly useful, rise to honeft fame; First, from the head, a load of lumber move, And, from the volume, all yourselves approve: For patch'd and pilfer'd fragments, give us fenfe, Or learning, clear from learn'd impertinence, Where moral meaning, or where taste presides, 225 And wit enlivens but what reason guides : Great without swelling, without meanness plain; Serious, not filly; sportive, but not vain; On trifles flight, on things of use profound, In quoting fober, and in judging found.

Verses presented to the Prince of OR ANCE, on

his visiting OXFORD, in the Year 1734.


ECEIVE, lov'd prince, the tribute of our praise,

This hasty welcome, in unfinish'd lays.
At best, the pomp of fong, the paint of art,
Display the genius, but not speak the heart;
And oft, as ornament must truth supply,
Are but the fplendid colouring of a lye.
These need not here ; for to a foul like thine,
Truth, plain and simple, will more lovely fhine.


The truly good but with the verfe sincere :
They court no flattery, who no cenfure fear.

Such Nafsau is, the faireft, gentlest mind,
In blooming youth the Titus of mankind.
Crouds, who to hail thy wilh'd appearance ran,
Forgot the prince, to praise and love the man.
Such fense with sweetness, grandeur mix'd with ease!,
Our nobler youth will learn of thee to please:
Thy bright example shall our world adorn,
And charm, in gracious princes, yet unborn.

Nor deem this verse from venal art proceeds, That vice of courts, the foil for baneful weeds. Her candor dwells; here honest truths are taught, To guide and govern, not disguise, the thought. See these enlighten'd Sages, who prefide O'er learning's empire; see the youth they guide Behold, all faces are in transport drest ! But those most wonder, who discern thee best. At sight of thee, each free-born heart receives. A joy, the fight of princes rarely gives; From tyrants sprung, and oft themselves design'd By Fate, the future Neroes of their kind : But though thy blood, we know, transmitted springs From laurel'd heroes, and from warrior-kings, Through that high series, we, delighted, trace The friends of liberty, and human race !

Oh, born to glad and animate our Ille ! For thee, our heavens look pleas'd, our feasons smile. For thee, late object of our tender fears, When thy life droop'd, and Britain was in tears,


All-chearing Health, the goddess rosy-fair,
Attended by soft suns, and vernal air,
Sought those * fam'd fprings, where, each afflictive hour,
Disease, and age, and pain, invoke her power :
She came; and, while to thee the current flows,
Pour'd all herself, and in thy cup arose.
Hence, to thy cheek, that instant bloom deriv'd!
Hence, with thy health, the weeping world reviv'd !

Proceed to emulate thy race divine:
A life of action, and of praise, be thine.
Assert the titles genuine to thy blood,
By Nature, daring; but by reason, good.
So great, fo glorious thy forefathers shone,
No son of theirs must hope to live unknown:
Their deeds will place thy virtue full in sight;
Thy vice, if vice thou hast, in stronger light.
If to thy fair beginnings nobly true,
Think what the world may claim, and thou must do :
The honours, that already grace thy name,
Have fix'd thy choice, and force thee into fame.
Ev'n fhe, bright Anna, whom thy worth has won,
Inspires thee what to seek and what to shun :
Rich in all outward grace, th' exalted fair
Makes the foul's beauty her peculiar care.
0, be your nuptials crown'd with glad encrease
Of fons, in war renown'd, and


peace ; Of daughters, fair and faithful, to supply The patriot-race, till Nature's self thall die !


* Bath,


Verses occasioned by Dr. Frazer's rebuilding

Part of the University of Aberdeen.

N times long past, ere Wealth was Learning's foe,

And dar'd defpife the worth he would not know;
Ere mitred pride, which arts alone had rais'd,
Those very arts, in others saw, unprais'd;
Friend to mankind, * a prelate, good and great,
The Muses courted to this safe retreat :
Fix'd each fair virgin, decent, in her cell,
With learned leisure, and with peace to dwell.
The fabric finish'd, to the + sovereign's fame,
His own neglecting, he transfer'd his claim.
Here, by successive worthies, well was taught
Whate'er enlightens, or exalts the thought.
With labour planted, and improv'd with care,
The various tree of knowledge flourish'd fair :
Soft and serene the kindly seasons rollid,
And Science long enjoy'd her age of gold.

Now, dire reverse! impair’d by lapse of years,
A falling waste the Muses' seat appears.
O'er her gray roofs, with baneful ivy bound,
Time, fure destroyer, walks his hostile round:
Silent, and flow, and ceaseless in his toil,
He mines each wall, he moulders every pile!

Ruin * Bishop Elphinston.

f Calling 'it King's College, in compliment to James IV.

Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place :
And dumb Oblivion comes with mended pace.

Sad Learning's genius, with a father's fear,
Behold the total desolation near :
Beheld the Muses stretch the wing to fly;
And fix'd on heaven his sorrow-streaming eye!

From heaven, in that dark hour, commission'd came
Mild Charity, ev’n there the foremost name.
Sweet Pity flew before her, softly bright;
At whose felt influence, Nature sinil'd with light.

“ Hear, and rejoice! - the gracious Power begun-
“ Already, fir'd by me thy favourite son,
" This ruin'd scene remarks with filial eyes;
" And, froin its fall, bids fairer fabrics rise.
« Ev’n now, behold! where crumbling fragınents grey,
a In dust deep-bury'd, lost to memory lay,
• The column swells, the well-knit arches bend,
5. The round dome widens, and the roofs ascend !

“ Nor ends the bounty thus: by him beftow'd, " Here, Science shall her richest stores unload. “ Whate’er, long-hid, Philosophy has found; “ Or the Muse sung, with living lawrel crown'd; “ Or History descry'd, far-looking sage, - In the dark doubtfulness of distant age; “ These, thy best wealth, with curious choice combin'?, « Now treasur'd here, shall form the studious mind : • To wits unborn the wanted succours give, " And fire the Bard, whom Genius means to live,

os But, teach thy fons the gentle laws of peace; Let low Self-love and pedant-Discord cease :

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