Spurn'd as a beggar, dreaded as a spy,
Live unregarded, unlamented die.

* For what but focial guilt the friend endears?
Who fhares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares:
'But thou, fhould tempting villainy present,
All Marlb'rough hoarded, or all Villiers spent,
Turn from the glitt'ring bribe thy scornful eye,
Nor fell for gold, what gold could never buy,
The peaceful flumber, felf-approving day,
Unfullied fame, and confcience ever gay.

" The cheated nation's happy fav'rites fee;
Mark whom the great carefs, who frown on me.
LONDON! the needy villain's gen'ral home,
The common fewer of Paris and of Rome,
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Forgive my transports on a theme like this,
"I cannot bear a French metropolis.

k Quis nunc diligitur, nifi confcius?

Carus erit Verri, qui Verrem tempore, quo vult,
Accufare poteft.-

--

-Tanti tibi non fit opaci

Omnis arena Tagi, quodque in mare volvitur aurum,
Ut fomno careas.-

Quæ nunc divitibus gens acceptiffima noftris,

Et quos præcipue fugiam, properabo fateri.

Non poffum ferre, Quirites,

Græcam urbem..

• Illuftrious EDWARD! from the realms of day,
The land of heroes and of faints furvey;
Nor hope the British lineaments to trace,
The ruftic grandeur, or the furly grace,
But loft in thoughtless ease, and empty show,
Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau

Senfe, freedom, piety, refin'd away,

Of France the mimic, and of Spain the prey.
All that at home no more can beg or steal,
Or like a gibbet better than a wheel;

Hifs'd from the stage, or hooted from the court,
Their air, their drefs, their politics import;

Р

P Obfequious, artful, voluble and gay,

On Britain's fond credulity they prey.

No gainful trade their industry can 'scape,

a They fing, they dance, clean fhoes, or cure a clap; All sciences a fafting Monfieur knows,

And bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.

• Rufticus ille tuus fumit trechedipna, Quirine,

Et ceromatico fert niceteria collo.

› Ingenium velox, audacia perdita, fermo
Promptus.

9 Augur, fchoenobates, medicus, magus: omnia novit
Græculus efuriens, in cœlum, jufferis, ibit.

Ah!

Ah! what avails it, that, from flav'ry far,
I drew the breath of life in English air;
Was early taught a Briton's right to prize,
And lifp the tales of HENRY's victories;
If the gull'd conqueror receives the chain,
And flattery fubdues when arms are vain ?

• Studious to please, and ready to submit,
The fupple Gaul was born a parasite :
Still to his int'reft true, where'er he goes,
Wit, bravery, worth, his lavish tongue bestows;
In every face a thousand graces fhine,
From every tongue flows harmony divine.

These arts in vain our rugged natives try,
Strain out with fault'ring diffidence a lye,
And gain a kick for aukward flattery.

Befides, with juftice this difcerning age
Admires their wond'rous talents for the ftage:
"Well may they venture on the mimic's art,
Who play from morn to night a borrow'd part;

Ufque adeo nihil eft, quod noftra infantia cœlum
Haufit Aventini ?

Quid, quod adulandi gens prudentiffima laudat
Sermonem indocti, faciem deformis amici ?
t Hæc eadem licet & nobis laudare: fed illis
Creditur.

Natio comoda eft. Rides? majore cachinno
Concutitur, &c.

Practis'd

Practis'd their mafter's notions to embrace,
Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face;
With every wild abfurdity comply,

And view each object with another's eye;
To shake with laughter ere the jeft they hear,
To pour at will the counterfeited tear,

And as their patron hints the cold or heat,
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat.
* How, when competitors like these contend,
Can furly virtue hope to fix a friend?
Slaves that with ferious impudence beguile,
And lye without a blush, without a smile;
Exalt each trifle, every vice adore,

Your taste in fnuff, your judgment in a whore;
Can Balbo's eloquence applaud, and fwear

He

gropes

his breeches with a monarch's air.

For arts like these prefer'd, admir'd, caress'd, They first invade your table, then your breast; › Explore your fecrets with infidious art,

Watch the weak hour, and ranfack all the heart

* Non fumus ergo pares: melior, qui femper & omni
Nocte dieque poteft alienum fumere vultum :
A facie jactare manus, laudare paratus,
Si bene ructavit, fi rectum minxit amicus.
> Scire volunt fecreta domûs, atque inde timeri.

Then

Then foon your ill-plac'd confidence repay,
Commence your lords, and govern or betray.

By numbers here from fhame or cenfure free,
All crimes are fafe, but hated poverty.

This, only this, the rigid law pursues,
This, only this, provokes the fnarling Mufe.
The fober trader at a tatter'd cloak,

Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke;
With brifker air the filken courtiers gaze,
And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
"Of all the griefs that harrafs the diftrefs'd;
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jeft;

Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart,

Than when a blockhead's infult points the dart.

poor,

Has heaven referv'd, in pity to the
No pathless waste or undiscover'd fhore?
No fecret island in the boundless main?
No peaceful defart yet unclaim'd by SPAIN?
Quick let us rife, the happy feats explore,
And bear oppreffion's infolence no more.

2

b

Materiem præbet caufafque jocorum
Omnibus hic idem? fi foeda & fciffa lacerna, &c.
Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in fe,

Quam quod ridiculos homines facit.

-Agmine facto

Debuerant olim tenues migraffe Quirites.

VOL. I.

P

This