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We, now I have all this and more,
Inkact to increase my store;
Behera grievance feems to lie,
Atsismine but till I die;

It but think 't would found more clever
*To me, and to my heirs for ever."
If I ne'er got or loft a groat
By any trick or any fault;
And if I pray by reafon's rules,

And not like forty other fools,

*Asus: "Touchfate, O gracious Maker! -
Tegan this and t' other acre;
*ky will and pleasure,

ugh to find a treasure;"
ny ftation fits,

#kept in my right wits:
Almighty Providence!

you gave me, competence:
these in thefe fhades compofe
ingin verfe as true as profe;
invid from all th' ambitious fcene,
of day pride, nor funk by spleen.'
St, I'm perfectly content,
bat live on this fide Trent;
As the Channel twice a year,
and fix months with statesmen here.
by all means come to town,
for the fervice of the crown.
the Dean will be of use;
him up, take no excuse.”
, the danger of the feas,
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they ne'er confider'd yet.

Mr. Dean, go change your gown, Le Lord know you're come to town."

in hafte away, ag it is levee-day; s Honour in a pound, by a triple circle round, with ribbons blue and green; *Ithrust myself between? gobferves me thus perplex'd, ng, whispers to the next, ght the Dean had been too proud te here among a crowd." ter, in a furly fit,

I have more zeal than wit; ger to exprefs your love, eer confider whom you shove, rudly prefs before a Duke." I am pleas'd with this rebuke, ake it kindly meant to fhew I defire the world fhould know, a whisper, and withdraw ; twenty fools I never faw with petitions fairly penn'd, I would stand their friend, Thumbly offers me his cafe, begs my int'reft for a place: Aundred other men's affairs, Le bees, are humming in my ears,

"To-morrow my appeal comes on;
"Without your help the caufe is gone-"
The Duke expects my Lord and you,
About fome great affairs, at two-
"Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind,
"To get my warrant quickly fign'd:
"Confider, 'tis my first request.'
Be fatisfied, I'll do my best:
Then presently he falls to tease.
"You may for certain, if you please;
"I doubt not, if his Lordship knew-
"And, Mr. Dean, one word from you-"
'Tis (let me fee) three years and more
(October next it will be four)
Since Harley bid me firft attend,
And chofe me for a humble friend;
Would take me in his coach to chat,

And queftion me of this and that;

As, 'What's o'clock,' and 'How's the wind?
'Whofe chariot 's that we left behind ?'
Or gravely try to read the lines
Writ underneath the country signs;
Or, Have you nothing new to-day
From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?"
Such tattle often entertains

My Lord and me as far as Stains;
As once a week we travel down
To Windfor, and again to Town,
Where all that paffes inter nos
Might be proclaim'd at Charing-Crofs.
Yet fome I know with envy fwell,
Because they fee me us'd fo well:
"How think you of our friend the Dean?
I wonder what fome people mean;
"My Lord and he are grown fo great,
Always together tête-à-tête;

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"What, they admire him for his jokes→→ "See but the fortune of fome folks!" There flies about a strange report Of fome express arriv'd at Court: I'm ftopp'd by all the fools I meet, And catechis'd in ev'ry street. "You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great; "Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? "Or do the prints and papers lie ?" Faith, Sir, you know as much as I. "Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest! "Tis now no fecret"-I protest 'Tis one to me-" Then tell us, pray, "When are the troops to have their pay?" And, tho' I folemnly declare

I know no more than my Lord Mayor,
They ftand amaz'd, and think me grown
The clofeft mortal ever known.

Thus, in a fea of folly toft,
My choiceft hours of life are loft;
Yet always withing to retreat,
Oh, could I fee my country feat!
There, leaning near a gentle brook,
Sleep, or perufe fome ancient book;
And there in fweet oblivion drown

Thofe cares that haunt the court and town.
Oh charming noons, and nights divine!
Or when I fup, or when I dine,

My

My friends above, my folks below,
Chatting and laughing all a-row,
The beans and bicon fet before 'em,
The grace-cup ferv'd with all decorum:
Each willing to be pleas'd, and please,
And even the very dogs at eafe!
Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian fings,
A neighbour's madnefs, or his fpoufe's,
Or what's in either of the houses:
But fomething much more our concern,
And quite a fcandal not to learn:
Which is the happier, or the wifer,
A man of merit, or a mifer?
Whether we ought to choose our friends
For their own worth, or our own ends?
What good, or better, we may call,
And what, the very best of all?

Our friend Dan Prior told (you know)
A tale extremely à propos :
Name a town life, and in a trice
He had a story of two mice.
Once on a time, fo runs the fable,
A country moufe, right hofpitable,
Receiv'd a town moule at his board,
Just as a farmer might a lord.
A frugal moule upon the whole,
Yet lov'd his friend, and had a foul:
Knew what was handfoine, and would do 't,
On juft occafion, coute qui coute.
He brought him bacon (nothing lean),
Pudding that might have plead a dean;
Cheefe, fuch as men in Suffolk make,
But with'd it Stilton for his fake;
Yet, to his guest tho' no way sparing,
He ate himself the rind and paring.
Our courtier fcarce would touch a bit,
But fhew'd his breeding and his wit:
He did his beft to feem to eat,

And cried: "I vow you 're mighty neat. "But, Lord! my friend, the favage fcene! "For God's fake, come and live with men :

Confider, mice like men muft die, "Both fall and great, both you and I: "Then spend your life in joy and fport; "This doctrine, friend, I learn'd at court."

The verieft hermit in the nation
May yield, God knows, to ftrong temptation.
Away they come, thro' thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn:
'Twas on the night of a debate,
When all their lordships had fat late.

Behold the place where, if a poet
Shin'd in defcription, he might fhew it;
Tell bow the moon-beam trembling falls,
And tips with filver all the walls;
Palladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotefco roofs, and ftucco floors:
But let it, in a word, be faid,
The moon was up, and men a bed,
The napkin white, the carpet red:
The guests withdrawn had left the treat,
And down the mice fat, t'te-à-tête.

Our courtier walks from dish to dish, Taftes for his friend of fowl and fith; Tells all their names, lays down the law, "Que ça eft bon! Ab, goutez ça! "That jelly's rich, this malmfey healing i "Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in. Was ever fuch a happy swain ?

He ftuffs and fwills; and stuffs again. "I'm quite afham'd—'tis mighty rude "To eat fo much--but all's fo good! "I have a thoufand thanks to give

My lord alone knows how to live." No fooner faid, but from the hail Rufh chaplain, butler, dogs and all : "A rat! a rat! clap to the door.”The cat comes bouncing on the floor! O for the heart of Homer's mice, Or gods, to fave them in a trice! (It was by Providence, they think, For your damn'd ftucco has no chink.) "An't please your Honour," quoth the pe "This fame defert is not fo pleasant: "Give me again my hollow tree, "A cruft of bread and liberty!"

ODE I. BOOK IV. To Venus.

AGAIN? new tumults in my breaft Ah spare me, Venus! let me, let me reft! I am not now, alas! the man As in the gentle reign of my queen Anne. Ah found no more thy foft alarms, Nor circle fober fifty with thy charms! Mother too fierce of dear defires! Turn, turn, to willing hearts your wanton fi. To number five direct your doves, (lot There fpread round Murray all your bloom Noble and young, who itrikes the heart With ev'ry fprightly, ev'ry decent, part;

Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the miftrefs, or to fix the friend.
He, with a hundred arts refin'd,
Shall ftretch thy conquefts over half the kind
To him each rival shall submit,

Make but his riches equal to his wit.

Then fhall thy form the marble grace (Thy Grecian form), and Chloe lend the face His house embofom'd in the grove, Sacred to focial life and focial love,

Shall glitter o'er the pendant green, Where Thames reflects the vifionary (cene: Thither the filver founding lyres Shall call the finiling loves and young There ev'ry grace and mule fhall throng, Exalt the dance, or animate the fong;

defires:

There youths and nymphs, in concert gay, Shall hail the rifing, clofe the parting day. With me, alas! thofe joys are o'er; For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu, fond hope of mutual fire! The ftill-believing, ftill renew'd defire; Adieu, the heart-expanding bowl! And all the kind deceivers of the foul!

Be why ah tell me, ah, too dear!
Ste down my check th' involuntary tear?
Wards fo flowing, thoughts fo free,
Sturn nonsense, at one glance of thee?
Thee, dret in fancy's airy beam,
4t I follow thro' th' extended dream;
Sw, now, I cease, I clafp thy charms,
ow you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms;
Aarty fhoot along the Mall,
Cyge by the Canal;
Nabby Cynthia's filver ray,
A rolling waters fnatch'd away.

1

the Ninth Ode of the Fourth Book.

A FRAGMENT.

re bould think that verfe fhall die, Abounds the filver Thames along, on the wings of truth to fly, Love the reach of vulgar song. daring Milton fits fublime, Spenier native mufes play; all Waller yield to time, pentive Cowley's moral lay. and chiefs long fince had birth, Car was, or Newton nam'd; eric'd new empires o'er the earth, Laufe new heavens and fyftems fram'd. the chief's, the fage's pride! had no poet, and they died; they chem'd, in vain they bled! to poct, and are dead.

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134 Panegyric to my Lord Protector, of the
Greatness, and joint Interest of bis
and this Nation. Waller.
*th a ftrong, and yet a gentle hand,

taction, and our hearts command, from ourselves, and from the foe, amite, and make us conquer too:

pirits still aloud complain, melves injur`d that they cannot reign; aro liberty, but where they may controul upon their fellows prey.

Whether this portion of the world were rent
By the rude ocean from the continent,
Or thus created; it was fure defign'd
To be the facred refuge of mankind.
Hither th' oppreffed fhall henceforth resort,
Juftice to crave, and fuccour, at your court;
And then your Highnefs, not for ours alone,
But for the world's Protector fhall be known.
Fame, swifter than your wing'd navy, flies
Through ev'ry land that near the ocean lies;
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news
To all that piracy and rapine ute.

With fuch a Chief the meaneft nation bleft,
Might hope to lift her head above the rest ;
What may be thought impoffible to do
By us, embraced by the Sea and You?
Lords of the world's great wafte, the ocean, we
Whole forefts fend to reign upon the fea;
And ev'ry coast may trouble or relieve;
But none can vifit us without your leave.
Angels and we have this prerogative,
That none can at our happy feats arrive;
While we defcend at pleafure to invade
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Our little world, the image of the great,
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean fet,
Of her own growth hath all that nature craves;
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.
As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
But to the Nile owes more than to the sky;
So what our earth, and what our heaven, denies,
Our ever-conftant friend, the fea, fupplies.
The taste of hot Arabia's fpice we know,
Free from the fcorching fun that makes it grow;
Without the worm, in Perfian filks we fhine;
And, without planting, drink of ev'ry vine.
To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither fwims:
Ours is the harveft where the Indians mow;
We plough the deep, and reap what others fow.
Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds;
Stout are our men, and warlike are our fleeds :
Rome, tho' her eagle thro' the world had flown,
Could never make this island all her own.

the waves as Neptune fhew'd his face de the winds, and fave the Trojan race, 4 your Highness, rais'd above the rest, of ambition, toffing us, repress'd. drooping country, torn with civil hate, dby you, is made a glorious state; t of empire, where the Irish come, the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom. a's our own; and now all nations greet, a bending fails, each veffel of our fleet: pow rextends as far as winds can blow, writing fails upon the globe may go. Raven (that hath plac'd this ifland to give law, Ta balance Europe, and her states to awe) this conjunction doth on Britain smile; The greatest Leader, and the greatest Isle!

Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too,
France-conqu'ring Henry, flourish'd; and now

You;

For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state,
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.
When for more worlds the Macedonian cried,
He wift not Thetis in her lap did hide
To make more great than that he did fubdue.
Another yet; a world reserv'd for you
He fafely might old troops to battle lead,
Against th' unwarlike Perfian and the Mede;
Whose hafty flight did, from a bloodless field,
More fpoils than honour to the victor yield.
A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold,
The Caledonians, arm'd with want and cold,
Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,
Been from all ages kept for you to tame.

Whom

Whom the old Roman wall fo ill confin'd,
With a new chain of garrisons you bind:
Here foreign gold no more thall make them come;
Our English iron holds them fait at home.
They, that henceforth must be content to know
No warmer region than their hills of fnow,
May blame the fun; but must extol your Grace,
Which in our fenate hath allow'd them place.
Preferr'd by conqueft, happily o'erthrown,
Falling they rife, to be with us made one:
So kind dictators made, when they came home,
Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
Like favour find the Irish, with like fate,
Advanc'd to be a portion of our state;
While by your valour, and your bounteous
Nations divided by the sea are join'd. [mind,
Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
To be our out-guard on the Continent:
She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
Preventing poits, the terror and the news,
Our neighbour-princes tiembled at their roar;
But our conjunction makes them tre:nble more.
Your never-failing fword made war to cease;
And now you heal us with the acts of peace,
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Invite affection, and restrain our rage.
Lefs pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
Than in reftoring fuch as are undone :
Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear;
But man alone can whom he conquers fpare.
To pardon willing, and to punish loth,
You ftrike with one hand,but you heal with both:
Lifting up all that proftrate lie, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.
When fate or error had our age misled,
And o'er this nation fuch confusion spread;
The only cure which could from heaven come
down,

Was fo much pow'r and piety in one!
One, whose extraction from an ancient line
Gives hope again that well-born men may thine:
The meaneft, in your nature mild and good;
The noble, reft fecured in your blood.

Oft have we wonder'd, how you hid in peace
A mind proportion'd to fuch things as thefe;
How fuch a ruling fp'rit you could restrain,
And practife first over yourfelf to reign.
Your private life did a juft pattern give,
How fathers, husbands, pious fons, fhould live;
Born to command, your princely virtues lept,
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.
But when your troubled country call'd youforth,
Your flaming courage and your matchlefs worth,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a profp'rous end.
Still as you rife, the state, exalted too,
Finds no diftemper while 'tis chang'd by you;

Chang'd like the world's great fcene! when y out noife

The rifing fun night's vulgar lights destroy Had you, fome ages paft, this race of glory Run, with amazement we should read your But living virtue, all achievements past, Meets envy still to grapple with at lalt. This Cæfar found; and that ungrateful age With lofing him, went back to blood and ra Miftaken Brutus thought to break their yo But cut the bond of union with that stroke That fun once fet, a thousand meaner ftars Gave a dim light to violence and wars; To fuch a tempeft as now threatens all, Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. If Rome's great fenate could notwieldthatfw Which of the conquer'd world had made t

lord,

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What hope had ours, while yet their pow'r
To rule victorious armies, but by you?
You, that had taught them to fubdue their
Could order teach, and their high fp'ritscom
To ev'ry duty could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their r
So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,
And angry grows, if he that firft took pain
To tame his youth, approach the haughty b
He bends to him, but frights away the rett
As the vex'd world, to find repofe, at last
Itfelf into Auguftus' arms did caft;
So England now does, with like toil oppre
Her weary head upon your bofom rest.
Then let the Mufes with fuch notes as thef
Inftruct us what belongs unto our peace!
Your battles they hereafter fhall indite,
And draw the image of our Mars in fight;
Tell of towns ftorm'd, of armies over-run,
And mighty kingdoms by your conduct wo
How, while you thunder'd, clouds of duft
choke

Contending troops, and feas lay hid in smok
Illuftrious acts high raptures do infufe,
Here in low ftrains your milder deeds we fin
And ev'ry conqueror creates a Mufe:
But there, my Lord! we'll bays and olives br
To crown your head; while you in triumph ri
O'er vanquith'd nations, and the fea befide;
While all your neighbour-princes unto you,
Like Jofeph's fheaves, pay reverence and bow

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Need if (advantag'd in my flight
bying ag from thy aufpicious height)
Tag untrac'd ways and airy paths I fly,
Mundles in my fancy than my eye:
estich swift as thought contracts the space
es between, and first falutes the place

amit beneath a hill, doth rife; bate and wealth, the business and the ditance but a darker cloud; [crowd, to him who rightly things esteems, erin effect than what it seems:

(Like him in birth, thou shouldft be like in fame,
As thine his fate, if mine had been his flame)
But whofoe'er it was, Nature design'd
Firit a brave place, and then as brave a mind.
Not to recount thofe fev'ral kings, to whom
It gave a cradle, or to whom a tomb;

d with that facred pile, fo vaft, fo high,But thee, great Edward, and thy greater font, tether tis a part of earth or sky (The lilies which his father wore he won), tems, and may be thought a proud And thy Bellonat, who the confort came gountain, or defcending cloud, [flight Not only to thy bed, but to thy fame. } theme of fuch a Mufe whofe She to thy triumph led one captive kings, Hay ch'd and foar'd above thy height:And brought that on whichdidthefecondbring§. Nowatand, tho' fword, or time, or fire, Then didit thou found that order (whether love berce than they, thy fall confpire; Or victory thy royal thoughts did move, thee the best of poets fings, Each was a noble caufe, and nothing lefs From ruin by the best of kings. Than the defign has been the great fuccefs), is proud furvey the city lies, Which foreign kings and emperors esteem The fecond honour to their diadem. Had thy great destiny but given thee skill To know, as well as pow'r to act, her will; That from thofe kings, who then thy captives In after-times fhould fpring a royal pair, [were, Who fhould poffefs all that thy mighty pow'r, Or thy defires more mighty, did devour; To whom their better fate referves whate'er The victor hopes for, or the vanquish'd fear; That blood which thou and thy great grandfire And all that fince these fifter nations bled, [fhed, Had been unfpilt, had happy Edward known That all the blood he fpilt had been his own. When he that patron chofe, in whom are join'd Soldier and martyr, and his arms confin'd Within the azure circle, he did feem But to foretel and prophecy of him

with like hafte, tho' feveral ways they run ando, and fome to be undone; luxury and wealth, like war and peace, A the other's ruin and increase; elat in feas fome fecret vein reconveys, there to be lost again. pincis of fweet retir'd content ! once fecure and innocent.

the next(where MarswithVenus dwells, with ftrength) above the valley fwells ere, and doth itfelf present

an eafy and unforc'd afcent, pendous precipice denies to horror turns away our eyes; e as doth at once invite and a rev'rence from the fight. muler's emblem, in whole face heighten'd with majestic grace; thy gentle height, made only proud dis of that pompous load,

a nobler weight no mountain bears, only which fupports the spheres. Azure'shandthisground didthusadvance, ded by a wifer Pow'r than Chance ; for fuch an ufe, as if 'twere meant the builder, and his choice prevent. we call it choice, when what we choose sininefs only could refuse.

of fuch majestic tow'rs doth grace ds' great mother, when her heav'nly race e to her; yet the cannot boast, that numerous and celestial host, eres than can Windfor; nor doth Fame's al book record more noble names. look back fo far, to whom this ifle hert glory of fo brave a pile, her to Cafar, Albanac, or Brute, British Arthur, or the Danish Cnute, g this of old no lefs conteft did move, ben forHomer's birth seven cities ftrove;)

• Mr. Waller.

Who to his realms that azure round hath join'd,
Which Nature for their bound at first design'd;
That bound which to the world's extremeft ends,
Endless itself, its liquid arms extends.
Nor doth he need thofe emblems which we paint,
But is himself the foldier and the faint.
Here fhould my wonder dwell,and here my praise,
But my fix'd thoughts my wand'ring eye betrays,
Viewing a neighb'ring hill, whofe top of late
A chapel crown'd, till in the common fate
Th' adjoining abbey fell (may no fuch storm
Fall on our times, where ruin muft reform!)
Tell me, my Mufe, what monftrous dire offence,
What crime, could any Christian king incense
To fuch a rage? Wast luxury, or luft?
Was he fo temperate, fo`chafte, fo juft? [more:
Were thefe their crimes? They were his ownmuch
But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor;
Who, having spent the treasures of his crown,
Condemns their luxury to feed his own.
And yet this act, to varnish o'er the fhame
Of facrilege, must bear Devotion's name,
No crime fo bold but would be understood
A real, or at least a seeming, good":

Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name,
And, free from confcience, is a flave to fame:
Thus he the church at once protects and fpoils:
But princes' fwords are sharper than their ftyles.
And

+ Edward III. an 1 the Black Prince.
The Kings of France and Scotland.

Queen Philippa.

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