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No gainful trade their induftry can 'fcape, • They fing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a clap; • All sciences a fafting Monsieur knows, • And bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.
« Ah! what avails it, that, from flav'ry far, • I drew the breath of life in English air ; • Was early taught a Briton's right to prize, • And lisp the tales of Henry's victories ; • If the gulld conqueror receives the chain, • And flattery subdues when arms are vain?
• Studious to please, and ready to submit, • The fupple Gaul was born a parasite: • Still to his int'reft true, where'er he goes, • Wit, brav'ry, worth, his lavith tongue beftows; • In ev'ry face a thoufand graces shine, • From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine. • These arts in vain our rugged natives try, • Strain out with fault'ring diffidence a lye, • And gain a kick for aukward flattery.
• Besides, with justice, this discerning age • Admires their wond'rous talents for the stage: • Well may they venture on the mimick's art, • Who play from morn to light a borrow'd pärt ; • Practis'd their master's notions to embrace, • Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face; • With ev'ry wild absurdity comply, « And view each object with another's eye ; • To shake with laughter ere the jeft they hear, • To pour at will the counterfeited tear, • And as their patron hints the cold or heat, • To Make in dog-days, in December sweat. • How, when competitors like these contend, ! Can furly Virtue hope to fix a friend? • Slaves that with serious impudence beguile, • And lye without a blush, without a smile ;
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• Exalt each trifle, ev'ry vice adore,
gropes, his breeches with a monarch's air ? • For arts like these preferr'd, admir'd, caress'd, • They first invade your table, then your breast;
Explore your secrets with insidious art, • Watch the weak hour, and ransack all the heart ; • Then soon your ill-plac'd confidence repay, • Commence your lords, and governor betray.
• By numbers here, from shame or çensure free, · All crimes are safe, but hated poverty:
This, only this, the rigid law pursues; • This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse. • The sober trader, at a tatter'd cloak, • Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke; • With brikker air the filken courtiers gaze, • And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways. . Of all the griefs that harrafs the diftrefs'd; • Sure the most bitter is a scornful jeft; • Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart, · Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart!
• Has Heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor, • No pathless waste or undiscover'd shore ? • No secret island in the boundless main;
No peaceful desart yet unclaim'd by Spain?
Quick let us rifę, the happy feats explore, .. And bear Oppression's insolence no more.
• This mournful truth is ev'ry where confess'd; « Slow rises worth, by poverty depress'd:” . But here more Now, where all are flaves to gold, * Where looks are merchandize, and smiles are sold, * Where, won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd, * The groom retails the favours of his lord.
• But hark! th' affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries • Rall through the streets, and thunder to the skies :
• Rais’d from some pleasing dream of wealth and pow's, . Some pompous palace, or some blissful bow'r,
Aghaft you start, and scarce, with aching fight, 'Sustain th' approaching fire's tremendous light; • Swift from pursuing horrors take your way; « And leave your little all to flames a prey; « Then thro' the world a wretched vagrant roam, . For where can starving merit find a home?
In vain your mournful narrative disclose, • While all neglect, and most insult your woes.
• Should Heav'n's just bolts Orgilio's wealth confound, * And spread his flaming palace on the ground, '* Swift o'er the land the dismal rumour flies, • And publick mournings pacify the skies ; · The laureat tribe in servile yerse relate, • How virtue wars with persecuting fate; • With well-feign'd gratitude the penfion'd band • Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land. • See! while he builds, the gaudy vasals come, • And croud with sudden wealth the rising dome ; • The price of boroughs and of souls restore, . And raise his treasures higher than before. • Now bless'd with all the baubles of the great, « The polish'd marble, and the shining plate, • Orgilio fees the golden pile aspire, . And hopes from angry. Heav'n another fire.
• Couldst thou resign the park and play content, . For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent; • There mightft thou find fome elegant retreat, • Some hireling senator's deserted seat; • And stretch thy prospects o'er the smiling land, • For less than rent the dungeons of the Strand; • There pruge thy walks, fupport thy drooping Aow'rs, • Direct thy rivulets, and twine thy bow'rs; • And, while thy beds a cheap repah afford, • Despise the dainties of a venal lord.
There ev'ry bush with Nature's mufick rings, • There ev'ry breeze bears health upon it's wings • On all thy hours security shall smile, And bless thy evening walk and morning toil.
Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, · And sign your will before you sup from home.
Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, • Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man; • Some frolick drunkard, reeling from a feast, « Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jeft.
Yet e'en these heroes, mischievously gay, • Lords of the street, and terrors of the way,
Flash'd as they are with folly, youth and wine, · Their prudent insults to the poor confine; • Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach, * And fun the shining train, and golden coach.
• In vain, these dangers pass’d, your doors you close;
And hope the balmy blessings of repose: • Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, • The midnight murd'rer bursts the faithless bar; • Invades the sacred hour of filent rest, . And plants, unseen, a dagger in your breaft.
Scarce can our fields, such crowds at Tyburn die, • With hemp the gallows and the feet súpply.
Propose your schemes, ye senatorian band, (
Whose ways and means support the finking land;
Left ropes be wanting in the tempting spring, • To rig another convoy for the king."
• A single gaol, in Alfred's golden reign, • Could half the nation's criminals contain ;
Fair Justice then, without constraint ador'd,
Held high the steady scale, but deep'd the sword; • No spies were paid, no special juries known' ; * Bless’å age! but, ah! how diffrent from our own!
- Much could I add, but see the boat at hand, "The tide retiring calls me from the land.
• Farewel!—When youth, and health, and fortune spent, • Thou fly'st for refuge to the wilds of Kent;
And tir'd, like me, with follies and with crimes,
In angry numbers warn'lt fucceeding times; • Then shall thy friend, nor thou refuse his aid, • Still foe to vice, forsake his Cambrian fhade ; • In virtue's caufe once more exert his
rage, « Thy fatire point, and animate thy page.'
E V ENING.
F aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
Like thy own folemn springs,
Thy springs and dying gales,
With brede etherial wove,
O'erhang his wavy bed ;
Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,
Now teach me, maid compos'd,
To breathe some foften'd strain,
As musing Now, I hail