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From proud oppression injured worth to screen, And shake alike the senate and the scene.
And see, to save them from the wrecks of age, Exulting science fills her every page, Faine grasps her trump, the epic Muse attends, The lyre re-echoes and the song ascends, The sculptor's chissel with the pencil vies, Rocks leap, and animated inarbles rise : All arts, all powers, the virtuous chiefs adorn, And spread their pomps to ages yet unborn,
All this we own--but if, amidst the shine, Th’ enormous blaze that beams along the line, Some scoundrel peer, regardless of his sires, Pursues each folly, and each vice admires ; Shall we enrol his prostituted name In honor's zenith, and the lists of fame?
Exalted titles, like a beacon, rise
Th' Egyptians thus, on Cairo's sacred plain, Saw half their marbles move into a fane; The glorious work unnumber'd artists ply, Now turn the dome, now lift it to the sky: But when they enter'd the sublime abode, They found a serpent where they hoped a god.
Anstis observes, that when a thousand years Roll through a race of princes, or of peers, Obliging virtue sheds her every beam From son to son, and waits upon the stream.
Yet say, ye great! who boast another's scars,
affirm that no exotic blood
But, grant that all your gentle grandames shone Clear, and unsullied as the noon-day sun; Though Nature forin'd them of her chastest mold, Say, was their birth illustrious as their gold ? Full many a lord, we know, has chose to range Among the wealthy beauties of the 'Change; Or sigh’d, still humbler, to the midnight gale For some fair peasant of th’ Arcadian vale. Then blame us not, if backward to adore A name polluted by a slave or whore ; Since, spite of patents, and of kings' decrees, And blooming coronets on parchment trees, Some alien stain may darken all the line, And Norfolk's blood descend as mean as mine.
You boast, my lord ! a race with laurels crown'd, By senates honor’d, and in wars renown'd; Show then the martial sound to danger bred, When Poictiers thunder'd, and when Cressy bled; Show us those deeds, those heaven-directed fires, That ages past saw beaming on your sires,
That freeborn pride no tyrant durst enslave,
Dare you, though faction bawl through all her tribe,
you the tear that flows o’er worth distress'd,
All Greece’s heroes, and all Asia's kings :
Statesmen and patriots thus to glory rise,
Nobility had something in her blood,
And see! self-shelter'd from the world's alarms,
Not but there are, amidst the titled crew,
Pleased let me view a Cecil's soul array'd With all that Plato gather'd in the shade ; Reflect how nobly Radnor can descend To lose his title in the name of friend; At Dorset look, and bid Hibernia own ller viceroy form’d to sit upon a throne; Admire how innocence can lend to truth Each grace of virtue, and each charm of youth, And then enraptured bend the suppliant knee To Heaven's high throne, 0 Rockingham ! for thee.
Let then vain fools their proud escutcheons view, Allied to half the Incas of Peru; With every vice those lineal glories stain That rose in Pharamond, or Charlemagne ; But ye, dear youths ! whom chance of genius calls To court pale wisdom in these hallow'd walls, Scorn ye to hang upon a blasted name, Andther's virtue, and another's fame :
In two short precepts all your business lies-
be great -BE VIRTUOUS, AND BE WISE.
ODE TO HEALTH.
BY MR. DUNCOMBE.
Von est vivere, sed valere vita.
HEALTH! to thee thy votary owes
All the sweets the summer yields,
Of studious days and peaceful nights :
Does increase of wealth impart
Does the sire with smiles survey
The swain's and virgin's artless cheek ?
Wealth, children, love itself, to Health their relish owe.
Nymph, with thée, at early morn,
And, at noontide's sultry hour,