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Think yourself stationed on a towering rock,
To see a people scattered like a flock,

Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tiger feels;
Then view him self-proclaimed in a gazette
Chief monster, that has plagued the nations yet:
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced!
The glass, that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And death's own scythe would better speak his

power;

Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan: Maintaining your's, you cannot their's condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.

B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns With much sufficiency in royal brains;

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Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings! those optics are but dim,
That tell you so-say, rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem, with mighty projects lined
To catch renown by ruining mankind,

Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom used, how little understood!
To pour in virtue's lap her just reward,
Keep vice restrained behind a double guard;
To quell the faction that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone;

To nurse with tender care the thriving arts,
Watch every beam philosophy imparts;
To give religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statute a believer's hope;
With close fidelity and love unfeigned

To keep the matrimonial bond unstained;

Covetous only of a virtuous praise;

His life a lesson to the land he sways;

To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw:
To sheath it in the peace-restoring close
With joy beyond what victory bestows;
Blest country where these kingly glories shine;
Blest England, if this happiness be thine!

A. Guard what you say: the patriotic tribe

Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.B. A bribe?

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The worth of his three kingdoms I defy,

To lure me to the baseness of a lie;

And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast).

The lie that flatters I abhor the most.

Those arts be their's, who hate his gentle reign, But he that loves him has no need to feign.

A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown addressed,

Seems to imply a censure on the rest.

B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale, Asked, when in hell, to see the royal jail;

Approved their method in all other things;

But where, good sir, do you confine your kings? There said his guide-the group is full in view. Indeed?-replied the Don-there are but few.

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His black interpreter the charge disdained—
Few, fellow?-there are all that ever reigned.
Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike
The guilty and not guilty both alike.

I grant the sarcasm is too severe,
And we can readily refute it here;

While Alfred's name, the father of his age,

And the Sixth Edward's grace the historic page.

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A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all,

By their own conduct they must stand or fall.
B.True. While they live, the courtly laureat pays
His quit-rent ode, his pepper-corn of praise;
And many a dunce whose fingers itch to write,
Adds, as he can, his tributary mite;

A subject's faults a subject may proclaim,
A monarch's errors are forbidden game!
Thus free from censure, over-awed by fear,
And praised for virtues, that they scorn to wear,

The fleeting forms of majesty engage

Respect, while stalking over life's narrow stage;
Then leave their crimes for history to scan,
And ask with busy scorn, Was this the man?
I pity kings, whom worship waits upon
Obsequious from the cradle to the throne;
Before whose infant eyes the flatterer bows,
And binds a wreath about their baby brows;
Whom education stiffens into state,

And death awakens from that dream too late.
Oh! if servility with supple knees,

Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please;
If smooth dissimulation, skilled to grace
A devil's purpose with an angel's face;
If smiling peeresses, and simpering peers,
Encompassing his throne a few short years;
If the gilt carriage and the pampered steed,
That wants no driving, and disdains the lead;
If guards, mechanically formed in ranks,
Playing, at beat of drum, their martial pranks,
Shouldering and standing as if stuck to stone,
While condescending majesty looks on;

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