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“ Is thus thy haughty promise paid
“ 'Tis so decreed; for George shall reign, " And traitors be forfworn in vain; “ Heav'n shall for ever on him smile, “ And bless him still with an Argyle; “ While thou pursu'd by vengeful foes, “ Condemn'd to barren rocks and snows, " And hinder'd passing Inverlocky, " Shall burn thy clan and curse poor Jocky.”
TO THE SUPPOSED
AUTHOR OF THE SPECTATOR.
courts licentious and a shameless stage How long the war shall wit with virtue wage? Enchanted by this prostituted fair Our youth run headlong in the fatal snare, In height of rapture clasp unheeded pains, 5 And suck pollution thro' their tingling veins.
Thyfpotless thoughts unfhock'd the priest may hear, And the pure Vestal in her bosom wear. To conscious blushes and diminish'd pride Thy glass betrays what treach'rous love would hide; Nor harsh thy precepts, but infus'd by stealth, Pleas'd while they cure and cheat us into health. Thy works in Chloe's toilet gain a part, And with his tailor share the foppling's heart. Laih'd in thy fatire the penurious Cit
15 Laughs at himself and finds no harm in wit. From felon gamesters the raw squire is free, And Britain owes her rescu'd oaks to thee. His miss the frolick Viscount dreads to toast, Or his third cure the shallow Templar boast;
And the rafh fool who scorn'd the beaten road
The brainless stripling who expell’d the Town
25 Spells uncouth Latin and pretends to Greek. A faunt'ring tribe! such born to wide estates With Yea and No in senates hold debates; At length despis'd each to his fields retires, First with the dogs, and king amidst the squires; 30 From pert to stupid finks supinely down, In youth a coxcomb and in age a clown.
Such readers scorn'd, thou wingst thy daring Aight Above the stars and treadft the fields of light: Fame heav'n and hell are thy exalted theme, 35 And visions such as Jove himself might dream; Man sunk to flavery tho'to glory born, Heav'n's pride when upright, and deprav'd his scorn,
Such hints alone could British Virgil lend, And thou alone deserve from such a friend : 40 A debt fo borrow'd is illustrious shame, And fame when shar'd with him is double fame. So flush'd with sweets by Beauty's queen bestow'd With more than mortal charms Æneas glow'd; Such gen'rous strifes Eugene and Marlb'rough try, And as in glory so in friendship vie.
Permit these Lines by thee to live-nor blanc A Muse that pants and languishes for fanie,
That fears to fink when humbler themes she sings,
So fome weak shoot which else would poorly rise
TO MR. ADDISON,
ON HIS OPERAOF ROSAMOND.
Ne furte pudori
The Opera firit Italian matters taught,
No charms are wanting to thy artfal song,
From words so sweet new grace the notes receive,
Landscapes how gay the bow'ry grotto yields
25 TillVanbrugfram’dand Marlb'rough rais’dthe dome.
Ten thousand pangs my anxious bofom tear. When drown'd in tears I see th' imploring fair; When bards less soft the moving words supply, A seeming justice dooms the nymph to die: 30 But here she begs, nor can fhe beg in vain, (In dirges thus expiring swans complain ;) Each verse so swells expressive of her woes, And ev'ry tear in lines so mournful flows, We spite of fame her fate revers'd believe,
35 O'erlook her crimes, and think she ought to live.