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Who, with a courage of unshaken root,
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 Heaven bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days; Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died, Where duty placed them, at their country's side; The man, that is not moved with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds, 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 nought but his 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 towering rock, To see a people scatter'd like a flock, Some royal mastiff panting at their heels, With all the savage thirst a tiger feels; Then view him self proclaim'd 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 selfsame plan:
Maintaining yours, 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 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 somsay, 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 restrain'd 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 unfeign'd To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd; 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; Bless'd country, where these kingly glories shine! Bless’d England, if this happiness be thine!
A. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe
and charge you with a bribe.-B. A
A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown ad-
B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale,
the historic page.
The fleeting forms of majesty engage
I pity kings, whom Worship waits upon
To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood, E'en when he labours for his country's good, To see a band, call’d patriot for no cause, But that they catch at popular applause, Careless of all the anxiety he feels, Hook disappointment on the public wheels; With all their Alippant fluency of tongue, Most confident, when palpably most wrong; If 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,
A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative
B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would assay