Has heaven referv'd, in pity to the poor,
No pathlefs wafte 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.

This mournful truth is every where confefs'd,

e SLOW RISES WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'D:
But here more flow, where all are flaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are fold;
Where won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd,
The groom retails the favours of his lord.

But hark! th' affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries
Roll through the ftreets and thunder to the skies:
Rais'd from fome pleafing dream of wealth and pow'r,
Some pompous palace or fome blissful bow'r,
Aghaft you start, and scarce with aching fight
Suftain th' approaching fire's tremendous light;
Swift from pursuing horrors take your way,
And leave your little ALL to flames a prey;

Debuerant olim tenues migraffe Quirites.

e Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obftat
Res angufla domi; fed Rome durior illis

Conatus

Cum pretio

Omnia Romæ

Cogimur, & cultis augere pecelia fervis.

Then

f Then through the world a wretched vagrant roam,
For where can ftarving merit find a home?
In vain your mournful narrative difclofe,
While all neglect, and most infult your woes.

Should heaven's just bolts Orgilio's wealth confound,

And spread his flaming palace on the ground,
Swift o'er the land the dismal rumour flies,
And public mournings pacify the skies;
The laureat tribe in fervile verfe relate,
How virtue wars with perfecuting fate;
h With well-feign'd gratitude the penfion'd band
Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land.
See! while he builds, the gaudy vaffals come,
And crowd with fudden wealth the rifing dome;
The price of boroughs and of fouls restore ;
And raise his treafures higher than before..
Now blefs'd with all the baubles of the great,
The polish'd marble, and the shining plate,
Orgilio fees the golden pile afpire,

And hopes from angry heav'n another fire.

Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem

Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit.

Si magna Afturiți cecidit domus, horrida mater,

Pullati proceres

A Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet,

Conferat impenfas: hic, &c.

Hic modum argenti.

A

i

Meliora, ac plura reponit

Perficus orborum lautiffimus.

VOL. I.

Could'

* Could't thou refign the park and play content, For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent';

There might'ft thou find fome elegant retreat,
Some hireling fenator's deferted feat ;

And stretch thy profpects o'er the smiling land,
For less than rent the dungeons of the Strand;
There prune thy walks, fupport thy drooping flow'rs,
Direct thy rivulets, and twine thy bow'rs;

And, while thy beds a cheap repast afford,
Despise the dainties of a venal lord.

There every bush with nature's mufic rings,
There every breeze bears health upon its wings;
On all thy hours fecurity fhall fmile, 197

And bless thy evening walk and morning toil.

1 Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, And fign your will before you fup from home.

m Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who fleeps on brambles till he kills his man ;

k Si potes avelli Circenfibus, optima Soræ,

Aut Fabrateriæ domus, aut Frufinone paratur,
Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum.
Hortulus hic-

Vive bidentis amans, & culti villicus horti,
Unde epulum poffis centum dare Pythagoræis.

1 -Poffis ignávus haberi,

Et fubiti cafus improvidus, ad cœnam fi
Inteftatus eas.

m Ebrius et petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit,
Dat pœnas, noctem patitur lugentis amicum
Peleide

Some

Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast,
Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.

n Yet ev❜n these heroes, mifchievously gay,
Lords of the street, and terrors of the way;
Flush'd as they are with folly, youth, and wine,
Their prudent infults to the poor confine;
Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach,
And fhun the fhining train and golden coach.

• In vain thefe dangers paft, your doors you close,
And hope the balmy bleffings of repose:
Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair,
The midnight murd'rer bursts the faithlefs bar;
Invades the facred hour of filent reft,

And plants, unfeen, a dagger in your breaft.

P Scarce can our fields, fuch crowds at Tyburn die,
With hemp the gallows and the fleet supply.
Propose your schemes, ye fenatorian band,
Whose ways and means fupport the finking land;
Left ropes be wanting in the tempting spring,
To rig another convoy for the king.

--------Şed, quamvis improbus annis,

Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina læna
Vitari jubet, et comitum longiffimus ordo,
Multum prætereà flammarum, atque ænea lampas.

• Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas: nam qui fpoliet te
Non deerit: claufis domibus, &c.

P Maximus in vinclis ferri modus: ut timeas ne
Vomer deficiat, ne marræ et farcula defint.

A fingle

A fingle jail, in ALFRED's golden reign,
Could half the nation's criminals contain;
Fair Juftice then, without conftraint ador'd,
Held high the steady scale, but deep'd the sword;
No fpies were paid, no fpecial juries known,
Blest age! but ah! how different from our own!
• Much could I add, but see the boat at hand,
The tide retiring, calls me from the land:

• Farewel !—When youth, and health, and fortune spent,
Thou fly'ft for refuge to the wilds of Kent;
And tir'd like me with follies and with crimes,
In angry numbers warn't fucceeding times;
Then shall thy friend, nor thou refuse his aid,
Still foe to vice, forsake his Cambrian shade ;
In virtue's cause once more exert his rage,
Thy fatire point, and animate thy page.

Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas

Secula, quæ quondam fub regibus atque tribunis
Viderunt ano contentam carcere Romam..

His alias poteram, & plures fubnectere caufas :
Sed jumenta vocant..

Ergo vale noftri memor: & quoties te-
Roma tuo refici properantem reddet Aquino,

Me quoque ad Elvinam Cererem, veftramque Dianam
Convelle a Cumis: fatirarum ego, ni pudet illas,
Adjutor gelidas veniam caligatus in agros.

PRO