Quis inepte

Tam patiens Urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat fe?

Printed for R. Dodfley, at Tully's Head in Pall-Mall,
MDCCXXXVIII,

A

POEM,

In IMITATION of the

THIRD SATIRE of JUVENAL.

HO' Grief and Fondness in my Breaft rebel,

When injur❜d THALES bids the Town fare

well,

Yet ftill my calmer Thoughts his Choice commend,
I praise the Hermit, but regret the Friend,

Who now refolves, from Vice and LONDON far,
To breathe in diftant Fields a purer Air,

And, fix'd on CAMBRIA's folitary Shore,

Give to St. DAVID one true Briton more.

JUV. SAT. 3.

1 Quamvis Digreffu veteris confufus Amici; Laudo, tamen, vacuis quòd Sedem fizere Cumis Deftinet, atq; unum Cívem donare Sibyllæ.

B 2

For

2 For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's Land, Or change the Rocks of Scotland for the Strand?

There none are swept by fudden Fate away,

But all whom Hunger fpares, with Age decay;
Here Malice, Rapine, Accident, confpire,

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 Atheist talks you dead.

While THALES waits the Wherry that contains

Of diffipated Wealth the fmall Remains,

On Thames's Banks, in filent Thought we ftood,
Where GREENWICH fimiles upon the filver Flood:
Struck with the Seat that gave* ELIZA Birth,

We kncel, and kifs the confecrated Earth;

2 Ego vel Prochytam prepono Suburræ.
Nam quid tam mijerum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere Incendia, Lapfus
Teftorum affiduos, et mille Pericula (ave
Urbis, & Augufto recitantes Menfe Poetas?

3 Sed, dum tota Domus Rhedâ componitur unâ,
Subftitit ad veteres Arcus.

* Q. Elizabeth born at Greenwich.

In

In pleafing Dreams the blissful Age renew,
And call BRITANNIA's Glories back to view;
Behold her Crofs triumphant on the Main,

The Guard of Commerce, and the Dread of Spain,
Ere Masquerades debauch'd, Excise opprefs'd,
Or English Honour grew a standing Jeft.

A tranfient Calm the happy Scenes bestow,
And for a Moment lull the Sense of Woe.

At length awaking, with contemptuous Frown,
Indignant THALES eyes the neighb'ring Town.

Since Worth, he cries, in thefe degen'rate Days,
Wants ev'n the cheap Reward of empty Praise;
In those curft 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 lefs;

4 Hic tune Umbricius: Quando Artibus, inquit, honeftis
Nullus in Urbe Locus, nulla Emolumenta Laborum,
Res hodie minor eft, here quam fuit, atq; eadem Cras
Deteret exiguis aliquid, proponimus illuc

Ire fatigatas ubi Dædalus exuit Alas;

Dum nova Canities

While