A. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.-B. A

bribe? 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 theirs, who hate his gentle reign, But he that loves him has no need to feign. A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown ad

dress’d, Seems to imply a censure on the rest.

B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale, Ask’d, when in Hell, to see the royal jail; Approv'd 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. His black interpreter the charge disdain'dFew, fellow?—there are all that ever reign’d. 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


th' historic page. 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 quitrent ode, his peppercorn 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, overaw'd by fear, And prais’d for virtues, that they scorn to wear, The fleeting forms of majesty engage Respect, while stalking o'er 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 flatt'rer 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 pleas

Ysworth Disimulation, skill'd to grace

pirpose with an angel's face;
og peresses, and simp'ring peers,
sempesing his throne a few short years;
tepki carriage and the pamper'd steed,
la santa ma driving, and disdains the lead;

sales, mechanically form'd in ranks,
wie, ut beat of drum, their martial pranks,
wiring and standing as if stuck to stone,
We candescending majesty looks on;
Sweaters consist in such base things,
eringsay again, I pity kings!

Wibe suspected, thwarted, and withstood,
Washen he labours for his country's good;

List a band, call'd patriot for no cause,

But that they catch at popular applause, landes of all th’ anxiety he feels, Husk disappointment on the public wheels; Tith all their flippant fluency of tongue, Yosh sahident, when palpably nuost wrong

Hifis be kingly, then farewell for me All kingship; and may I be poor and free!

To be the Table Talk of clubs up stairs, To which th' wawash'd artificer repairs,

smooth Dissimulation, skill'd to grace devil's purpose with an angel's face; 'smiling peeresses, and simp’ring peers, ncompassing his throne a few short years; 'the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed, hat wants no driving, and disdains the lead; guards, mechanically form'd in ranks, laying, at beat of drum, their martial pranks, hould'ring and standing as if stuck to stone, Vhile condescending majesty looks on; f monarchy consistin such base things, ighing, I say again, I pity kings!

To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood, 'v'n when he labours for his country's good; o see a band, call'd patriot for no cause, But that they catch at popular applause, 'areless of all th' anxiety he feels, look disappointment on the public wheels; Vith all their Aippant fluency of tongue, Most confident, when palpably most wrong f this be kingly, then farewell for me All kingship; and may I be poor and free!

To be the Table Talk of clubs up stairs, To which th' unwash'd artificer repairs,


T'indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue;
(For what kings deem a toil, as well they may,
To him is relaxation and mere play)
To win no praise when well-wrought plans prevail,
But to be rudely censur'd when they fail;
To doubt the love his fav'rites may pretend,
And in reality to find no friend;
If he indulge a cultivated taste,
His gall’ries with the works of art well grac’d,
To hear it call'd extravagance and waste;
If these attendants, and if such as these,
Must follow royalty, then welcome ease;
However humble and confind the sphere,
Happy the state that has not these to fear.
A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative

have dwelt
On situations, that they never felt,
Start up sagacious, cover'd with the dust
Of dreaming study and pedantic rust,
And prate and preach about what others

prove, As if the world and they were hand and glove. Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares; They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs;

Poets, of all men, ever least regret
Increasing taxes and the nation's debt.
Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse
The mighty plan, oracular, in verse,
No bard, howe'er majestic, old or new,
Should claim


fix'd attention more than you. B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay To turn the course of Helicon that way; Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside, Or tinkle in 'Change Alley, to amuse The leathern ears of stock-jobbers and Jews.

A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme To things more pertinent, if less sublime. When ministers and ministerial arts; Patriots, who love good places at their hearts; When admirals, extoll'd for standing still, Or doing nothing with a deal of skill; Gen’rals, who will not conquer when they may, Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay; When Freedom, wounded almost to despair, Though Discontent alone can find out where; When themes like these employ the poet's tongue, I hear as mute as if a syren sung.

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