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TA BLE TALK.

Si te forte mea gravis ur et far tina chart a
Abjicito.' Hor. Lib. I. Epis. 13.

A- T^OU told me, I remember, glory built

-*- On selfish principles, is shame and guilt. The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Srrange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very light'ning spares,

B Brings

Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant, that men continuing what they arc,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war.
And never meant the rule should be applied ,
To him that sights with justice on his fide.

Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root. In honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that heav'n bestows, And when recording history displays Feats of renown, though wrought in antient days, Tells of a few- stout hearts that fought and dy'd Where duty plac'd them, at their country's fide, The man that is not mov'd with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,

Unworthy

Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to naught but hk ambition true,
"Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a flock,
Some royal mastisf panting at their heels,
"With all the savage thirst a tyger feels,
Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette,
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet,
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac'd,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd!
The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r,
Then grace the boney phantom in their stead
With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade,
Cloath the twin brethren in each other's dress,
The fame their occupation and success.

B a A, Tis

A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man, Kings do but reason on the self same plan, Maintaining your's you cannot theirs 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.
Such reas'ning 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— fay rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-enobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ooght.
The diadem with mighty projects lin'd,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,
Is worth, with all its gold and glitt'ring store,
Just what the toy will fell 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 restrajn'd behind a double guard,

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