of day!

To virtue's work provoke the tardy Hall,
And goad the prelate slumb’ring in his stall.
Ye tinsel insects ! whom a court maintains,
That counts your beauties only by your stains,
Spin all your cobwebs o’er the

The Muse's wing shall brush you all away:
All his Grace preaches, all his Lordship sings, 224
All that makes saints of queens, and gods of kings.
All, all but truth, drops dead-born from the press,
Like the last Gazette, or the last address.

When black ambition stains a public cause,
A monarch's sword when mad vain-glory draws,
Not Waller's wreath can hide the nation's scar,
Nor Boileau turn the feather to a star.

231 Not so, when diadem'd with

rith rays divine, Touch'd with the flame that breaks from Virtue's Her priestess muse forbids the good to die, (shrine, And opes the temple of eternity.

235 There, other trophies deck the truly brave, Than such as Anstis casts into the grave ;

Far After ver. 227 in the MS.

Where's now the star that lighted Charles to rise ?

With that which follow'd Julius to the skies.
Angels, that watch'd the royal oak so well,
How chanc'd ye nod, when luckless Sorel fell?
Hence, lying miracles! reduc'd so low
As to the regal touch, and papal toe;
Hence haughty Edgar's title to the main,

Britain's to France, and thine to India, Spain ! Ver. 228. When black ambition, &c.] The case of Cromwell in the civil war of England; and (ver. 229.) of Louis XIV, in his conquest of the Low Countries.

Far other stars than *and **

wear, And may descend to Mordington from STAIR; (Such as on Hough's unsully'd mitre shine,

240 Or beam, good DigBy, from a heart like thine ;) Let envy howl, while Heav'n's whole chorus sings, And bark at honour not conferr'd by kings ; Let flatt'ry sick’ning see the incense rise, Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies :

245 Truth guards the poet, sanctifies the line, And makes immortal, verse as mean as mine.

Yes, the last pen for freedom let me draw, When truth stands trembling on the edge of law; Here, last of Britons ! let your names be read; 250 Are none, none living ? let me praise the dead, And for that cause which made your fathers shine, Fall by the votes of their degen’rate line.

F. Alas! alas ! pray end what you began, And write next winter more Essays on Man. 255

Ver. 237. Anstis] The chief Herald at Arms. It is the custom at the funeral of great peers, to cast into the grave the broken staves and ensigns of honour.

VER. 238. For other stars than * and ** wear,] That is, Kent and Grafton.

VER. 239. STAIR;] John Dalrymple Earl of Stair, Knight of the Thistle, served in all the wars under the Duke of Marlborough; and afterwards as Embassador in France.

Ver. 240, 241. Hough and Digby) Dr. John Houglı, Bishop of Worcester; and the Lord Digby. The one an assertor of the Church of England, in opposition to the false measures of King James II. The other as firmly attached to the cause of that King. Both acting out of principle, and equally men of honour and virtue. Ver. 255 in the MS.

Quit, quit these themes and write Essays on Man.





YES, I beheld th’ Athenian queen

Descend in all her sober charms ; “ And take (she said, and smil'd serene)

« Take at this hand celestial arms:



" Secure the radiant

weapons “ This golden lance shall guard desert, “ And if a vice dares keep the field,

« This steel shall stab it to the heart.”

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Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,

Receiv'd the weapons of the sky; And dipt them in the sable well,

The fount of fame or infamy.

“ What well? what weapon? (Flavia cries)

“ A standish, steel and golden pen!

66 It

* Fourth daughter of Earl Ferrers.


“ It came from Bertrand's, not the skies;

“ I gave it you to write again.

“ But, friend, take heed whom

you attack ; “ You'll bring a house (I mean of peers) “ Red, blue, and green, nay white and black,

“ Land all about your ears.


“ You'd write as smooth again on glass,

“ And run, on ivory, so glib, “ As not to stick at fool or ass,

“ Nor stop at Aattery or fib.


Athenian queen! and sober charms!

“ I tell ye, fool, there's nothing in't : “ 'Tis Venus, Venus gives these arms ;

“ In Dryden's Virgil see the print.


“ Come, if you'll be a quiet soul,

« That dares tell neither truth nor lies, “ I'll list you in the harmless roll

« Of those that sing of these poor eyes.”

Ver. 15. Bertrand's,] A famous toy-shop at Bath.



O WRETCHED * B ---, jealous now of all,

What God, what mortal, shall prevent thy fall? Turn, turn thy eyes from wicked men in place, And see what succour from the patriot race. •C---, his own proud dupe, thinks monarchs things Made just for him, as other fools for kings; 6 Controls, decides, insults thee every hour, And antedates the hatred due to pow'r.

Thro' clouds of passion P --'3 views are clear, He foams a patriot to subside a peer ;

10 Impatient sees his country bought and sold, And damns the market where he takes no gold.

Grave, righteous S - joggs on till, past belief, He finds himself companion with a thief.

To purge and let thee blood, with fire and sword, Is all the help stern "S -- wou'd afford.

16 That those who bind and rob thee, would not kill, Good C -- hopes, and candidly sits still.


a Britain.


Cobham. c Sandys. e Perhaps the Earl of Carlisle.

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