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To the Rev. W. C. Unwin...........
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Si te forte mea gravis uret sarcina chartae,
A.xov told me, I remember, glory, built
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are,
Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot*
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Plants it upon the line that justice draws,
But let eternal infamy pursue
power j Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockadte; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's drpss, 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. Sejdom, alas! the power of logic reigns
Man made for tings! those optics are but dim,
To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
A. Guard what you say; the patriotic trihe 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 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, Afked, 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. His black interpreter the charge disdained— Few, fellow >—There are all that ever reigned. "Wit, undistinguishing, is apt lo 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,
\nd the Sixth Edward's grace the historic page.