"Whitehead 
 An Epistle to Dr Thompson
 
 THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
 ENDOWMENT FUND
 
 A N 
 
 EPISTLE 
 
 T O 
 
 Dr. THOMPSON. 
 
 Sed quia mente minus validus, quam corpore toto y 
 
 Nil audlre vetim, nil difcere, quod levet <zgrum> 
 
 Fidis offendar medicu HOR, 
 
 By Mr. W H i T_E HEAD. 
 
 Printed for W. OWEN, at Homer's Head, near Temple-Bar. 
 (Price One Shilling.)
 
 Reader will perceive from two or three f of ages in 
 the following Epijlle, that part of it was written fome 
 timeftnce, nor indeed would the whole of it have now been thought 
 inter ejiing enough to the Public, to have pajjed the Prefs ; bad 
 not the phyfical Persecution carried on again/I the Gentleman to 
 
 whom it is addrejfed, provoked the Publication. When a 
 
 Body of Men, too proud to own their Errors, and too prudent 
 to part with their Fees, fhall (with their Legion of Under- 
 Jtrappers) enter into a Con/piracy againji a Brother-Practitioner , 
 only for bonejily endeavouring to moderate the one, and reftify 
 the other ; fuch a Body, our Author apprehends, becomes a juf- 
 tifiable Object of Satire j and only wi/hes his Pen had, on this 
 Occafion, a like Efficacy with thein.
 
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 Doctor T H o M P s o N.^ & oi 
 
 WHY do you afk? {e that in this courtly dance 
 " Of In and Out; it ne'er was yet my chance^ 
 To bafk beneath a Statefman's foft'ring fmile, 
 ^ c And fhare the Plunder of the public Spoil/' 
 
 E'er wants my Table, the health-chearing meal> 
 With Banjlead Mutton crown 'd, or E/ex Veal ? 
 
 A 2 Smoke 
 
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 Smokes not from Lincofa-me&ds the {lately Loin? 
 
 Or rofy Gammon of hantonian Swine ? 
 
 From Dortin's roofts, the feather'd vi&ims bleed,. 
 
 And Thames ftill wafts me Ocean's fcaly Breed* 
 
 Tho' Gallia's vines, their coftly juice deny, 
 
 Still Tajo's banks, the jocund glafs fupply, 
 
 Still diftant Worlds ne&areous treafures roll, 
 
 And either India fparkles in my bowl -, 
 
 Or Devon's boughs, or Dorfet's bearded fields, 
 
 To Britain's Arms, a. britifli beverage yields... 
 
 Rich in thefe gifts, why fhould I wiih for more ?" 
 Why barter confcience, for fuperfluous ftore ? 
 Or haunt the Levee of a purfe-proud peer,. 
 To rob poor F d g of the curule chair.* 
 
 Let 
 
 * It is reported, that during the time Mr. Addifon was Secretary of State, when his 
 old Friend and Ally Ambrofe Phillips apply'd to him for fome Preferment : the Great 
 Man very coolly anfwer'd, that, " He thought he had already provided for him, by 
 " making him /uftice for Weftminfter.' 1 '' To which the Bard with fome indignation', 
 reply 'd, Tho 1 Poetry was a Trade, he could not live by, yet he fcorn'd to owe his 
 
 Sub-
 
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 Let the lean Bard, whofe belly void of bread, 
 Puffs up pierian vapours to his head, 
 
 In birth-day Odes, his flimfy fuftian vent, ?0 f 
 
 And torture truth into a compliment ; 
 Wear out the knocker of a Great-Man's door, 
 Be Pimp, and Poet, furnifh Rhime or Whore, 
 Or fetch and carry, for fome foolim Lord, 
 To fneak a fitting footman at his board. 
 If fuch the Arts, that captivate the great, 
 Be your's, ye Bards ! the fun-fhine of a State, 
 For Place or Penfion proftitute each line, 
 Make Gods of Kings, and Minifters divine, 
 Swear St. John's felf, could neither read nor write, 
 * * # .j. out-bravoes Mars in fight - f 
 
 Call 
 
 SubMance to another, which, he ought not to live by. However Great Men in our 
 
 days, may praftice the Secretary's Prudence, certain it is, the Perfon here pointed at, 
 was very far from making a Precedent of his Brother-Poet's Principles. 
 
 t It is apprehended, our modern Campaigns cannot fail of furniming the Reader 
 with a proper Supply for this paflage.
 
 Call \ D * * t patriot, miles \\ a legal tool, 
 Horace -j- a wit, and Dodington a fool. 
 Such be your venal tafk; while bleft with eafe, 
 'Tis mine, to fcribble when, and what I pleafe. 
 
 " Hold ! what you pleafe ? (Sir JD**^ cries) my Friend, 
 " Say? muft my Labours never, never end 5 
 " Still doom'd 'gainft wicked wit, my pen to draw, 
 " Corredt each Bard, by critic rules of Law; 
 " 'Twixt Guilt and Shame, the legal buckler place, 
 " And guard each courtly culprit from difgrace* 
 tc Hard tafk ! mould future Jurymen inherit, 
 " The City-Twelve's felf-judging britijh fpirit." % 
 
 While 
 
 | LORD HIGH ADMIRAL WILLES a Title, by which, this excellent Chief Ma- 
 
 fiftrate is often diftinguilh'd among our Marine, for his fpirited Vindication of the 
 upremacy of the CIVIL FLAG ; and reftifying the martial mi/lakes of fome late 
 naval Tribunals, 
 
 t A certain Modern of that name, whofe fole pretenfion to this Chara&er (except 
 a little arch Buffoonery) confiils, in a truly poetical negligence of his Perfon. 
 
 J Alluding to the conftitutional Verdicl: given on the Tryal of WILLIAM OWENJ 
 Tor publilhing Tb Cafe of the Honourable Alexander Murray, Efif,
 
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 While You,, my THOMPSON ! fpite of Medicine favc, 
 Mark ! how the College peoples every grave, 
 See ! M*d transfer Eftates, from Sire to Son, 
 And ** bar fucceffion to a Throne j-f- 
 See ! S*w fcarce leave the paffing-bell a Fee, 
 And N**'s fet the captive huiband free ; 
 Tho' widow'd Julia giggles in her Weed, 
 Yet who arraigns the Doctor for the Deed? 
 O'er Life and Death, all abfolute his Will, 
 Right the prefcription, whether cure or kill. 
 
 Not 
 
 t This Line furnifhes a melancholy Memento of the moft fatal Cataftrophe that 
 perhaps ever befel this Nation, among the various tributary Verfes which flowed on 
 that Occafion, our Author wrote the following j and which he here takes the liberty 
 to infert, being willing to feize every opportunity, to perpetuate his Senfe of our 
 public Lofs, in the Death of that truly PATRIOT-PRINCE. 
 
 When JOVE late revolving the State of Mankind, 
 'Monv Britons, no traces of virtue could find, 
 O'er the I/land, indignant, He ftretcfrd forth his rod, 
 Earth trembled, and Ocean acknowledged the GOD.* 
 
 Still provoked by our crimes, Heaven s vengeance tojhwiv, 
 Ammon grafpirg his Bolts, aitn'd at Britain the blow { 
 lint paujing. more dreadful, his lurata to evince, 
 
 ^brevj the ^bunder afide, andfeitt Fate for the PRINCE. 
 
 * Alluding to the preceeding Earthquake*.
 
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 Not fo, whofe Practice is the Mind's difeafe. 
 His Potion muft not only cure, but pleafe j 
 Apply the Cauftic, to the callous heart, 
 Undone 's the Doctor, if the Patient fmart j 
 Superior Powers, his mental Bill controul. 
 And Law corrects the Phyfic of the Soul.-j- 
 Shall Galen's Sons, with privilege deftroy, 
 And I, not one found Alterative employ ? 
 To drive the rank Diftemper, from within, 
 Or is Man's Life, lefs precious than his Sin ? 
 
 With palfied hand, fhould Juftice hold the Scale, 
 And o'er a Judge, court- complaifance prevail, 
 Satire's ftrong dofe, the malady requires, 
 I write when lo! the Bench indignant fires, 1 
 
 Each 
 
 t A like Corre&ion, with regard to the Phyfic of the Body, might prove no bad 
 fecurity for the Life and Property of the Patient, as the Faculty are at prefent account- 
 able to no other Power but that of Heaveh; for the Reclitude of their Conduft. And 
 perhaps, no civilized Nation can afford fuch an Inftance of phyfical Anarchy as ours, 
 where the Surgeon is permitted to ufurp the Province of the Phyfician, and the Apo- 
 thecary plumes himfelf in the Perriwig and Plunder of both Profeflions. In a 
 
 public -fpirited Endeavour to cure this Anarchy, and reftore a proper Difcipline in 
 Praaice, confifts, a THOMPSON'S Empiricifm. -Hinc itt<e Lacbrymee,
 
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 Each hoary head erects its load of hair, 
 
 Their Furs all bridle, and their Eye-balls glare j 
 
 In rage they roar, " With reverend Ermin fport, 
 
 " Seize! Seize him, Tipftaff! ,'Tis Contempt of Court. 
 
 Led by the Meteor of a Mitre's ray, 
 If Sion's Sons, thro* paths unhallow'd, flray, 
 For courtly Rites, neglect each rubric Rule, 
 Quit all the Saint, and truckle all the Tool; 
 Their Maker only in the Monarch fee, 
 Nor e'er omit at BRUNSWICK'S name, the Knee. 
 To cure this loyal lethargy of Grace, 
 And rouze to Heaven again, its recreant race, 
 Say ! fhould the Muje, with one irreverend line, 
 Probe but the mortal part of the Divine; 
 'Tis Blafphemy, by every Prieft decreed, 
 No Benefit of Clergy, may I plead; 
 
 B With
 
 With every Cannon -f- pointed at my head, 
 
 Alive, I'm cenfur'd, and I'm damn'd, when dead. 
 
 Lawyer and Prieft, like Doctors, ftill agree, 
 'Tis theirs to give advice, 'tis ours the fee, 
 To them alone, all earthly rule is giv'n, 
 Diploma'd from St. James's, and from Heav'n. 
 
 Yet, Ills there are, nor Bench, nor Pulpit reach, 
 In vain may Ryder charge, or Sherlock preach -, 
 For Law too mighty, and too proud for Grace, 
 Lurk in the Star, or lord it in a Place, 
 Brood in the facred circle of a Crown, 
 While Fafhion wafts their poifon thro' the Town ; 
 Hence, o'er each Village, the contagion wings, 
 And Peafants catch the maladies of Kings. 
 
 When 
 
 t A certain Piece of fpiritual Ordinance, which was formerly played off with great 
 execution by our Church-militant j but at prefent no otherways terrible, than in its 
 fulminating explosion.
 
 When purpled Vice (hall humble Jaftice awe, 
 And Fafhion make it current, fpight of Law ; 
 
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 What fovereign Medicine can its courfe reclaim ? 
 
 What ? but the Poet's Panacea Shame. 
 
 Thus, Wit's great Efculapius * once prevail'cf, 
 And Satire triumph'd, where the Fafces fail'd. 
 No Conful's wreath, could lurking folly hide, 
 No veftal looks, fecure the guilty Bride, 
 The poignant Verfe, peirc'd thro' each fair difguife, 
 And made Rome's matrons modeft, ftatefmen wife. 
 
 Search all your Statutes, Serjeant! where's the balm? 
 Can cure the itching of a Courtier's palm ; 
 Where ? the chad Cannon, Say ! thou hallow'd Sage, 
 The Virgin's glowing wimes can affwage. 
 Let, but the Star, his longing Lordmip fee,' 
 What Power can fet the captive confcience free ? 
 
 B 2 Hang 
 
 * Horatiuf Flaccus.
 
 Hang but the fparkling pendant at her ears, 
 WJiat trembling Maid, the gen'rous Lover fears ? 
 
 'W^^iKp\'-^*- 
 When lawlefs Paffion feiz'd th' imperial Dame, 
 
 Brothels * were only found, to quench the flame ; 
 No Routs, or Balls, the kind convenience gave > 
 To lofe her Virtue, yet her Honour fave. 
 In Cupid's Rites, now, fo improv'd our fkill r 
 Mode finds the means, when Nature finds the will. 
 Each reverend Relict, keeps a private pack, 
 And flurdy Stallion with atlean back; 
 Where, britijh Dames to myflic rites repair,, 
 
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 Nor fail, to meet a lurking Clodio there ; 
 
 In amorous Healths, defraud the public Stews, 
 
 And rob the drury Veftal of her Dues. 
 
 Who haplefs mourns, her laft, long-mortgag'd Gown, 
 
 While Douglafs damns the Drums of Lady J3> . 
 
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 y-nll. ^ C 
 
 * Intravit calidum veteri centone lupanar. Juv.
 
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 By Names cceleftial, mortal Females, call, 
 Angels they are, but Angels in their Fall. 
 One royal Phanix \\ yet, redeems the Race, 
 And proves, in Britain, beauty may have grace, 
 
 Vain, mail the Af*/, the various Symptoms find, 
 When every Doctor's, of a diff'rent mind. 
 In * *'s palm, be foul Corruption found, 
 Each Court-empiric holds, his Grace is found 5 
 In Sackville's * breaft, let public Spirit reign,. 
 Bliflers ! (they cry) the caufe is in his Brain j 
 So, T*#*/'s Want of Place, is Want of Senfe, 
 And Da/kwood's ~\- ftubborn Virtue, downright Infolence. 
 
 When Ills, are thus, juft what the Dodors pleafe, 
 And the Soul's health, is held, the Mind's difeafe j 
 
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 H P - fs of W - j. 
 
 * See a Propofal for a Militia, publifhed by Lord MiMlefw. 
 t Sir Francis
 
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 Not all thy Art, O Horace! had prevail'd, 
 Here, all thy roman Recipes ~\* had fail'd. 
 
 c o- >! *& miwtyi- & , \ Isvci saQ 
 
 Had Fate to Flaccus, but our days decreed, 
 What Pollio would admire ? What Cafar read ? 
 Great Maro's felf had dy'd an humble Swain, 
 And Terence fought a Ltelius now in vain. 
 Science no more employs the Courtier's care, 
 No Mufe's voice, can charm N * * * f s ear. 
 The folid V e, aerial Verfe, outweighs, 
 And wins all courtly favour from the Bays $ 
 Hence, flow alone, the facred gifts of * * * *s, 
 Staves, Truncheons, Feathers, Mitres, Stars, and Strings. 
 
 Hence, Cradles, See ! with lifping Statefmen fpawn, 
 And infant Limbs befwadl'd in the Lawn j 
 While honeft Boyle, too impotent for Place, 
 Sets, in meridian glory of Difgrace. 
 
 Nor 
 
 t Satires.
 
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 Nor all the patriot mufic of Mahne y 
 
 Can charm a Court, like **, or like S* ; 
 
 Bleft Twins of State! whom, Love and Pow'r conjoin; 
 
 Like Leda\ Offspring, made by Jove divine, 
 
 Fix'd, in Hibernia's hemifphere to rule, 
 
 And fhed your Influence, o'er each Knave and Fool.-}- 
 
 WHILST, the fad Summons of the Mortar's knell, 
 The rival deeds, of each Diploma tell -, 
 And Death's increafing Mufter- rolls declare, 
 That Health and THOMPSON are no longer here. 
 How (hall the Mufe this falutation fend ? 
 What Place enjoys Thee ? or what happier Friend ? 
 Say ! if in Eaftbury's J majeftic towers, 
 Or wrapt, in Afhley's || amarantine bowers, 
 
 f As our Author lamented the occaJion of thefe Lines, fo no one more lincerely re- 
 joices to find, that the Beam of PUBLIC SPIRIT is likely to difpel the Clouds, which 
 had interpofed between Loyalty and Patriotifm. A new political STAR incur J)ays, 
 and which fome more eaftern MAGI would do well to follow. 
 
 J A Seat belonging to the Right Hon. George Dodington. 
 |j Another belonging to Lord MidJIefex.
 
 By friendmip favour'd, and unaw'd by flate, johta 
 You barter Science, with the Wife and Great j 
 O'er Pelbam's Politics, in judgrtient fit, 
 Reform the Laws of Nations, or of Wit j 
 With attic Zeft enrich the focial bowl, 
 Crack Joke on Joke, and mingle Soul with Soul ; 
 On Laughter's wanton wing, now frolic fport, 
 Nor envy Fox the Clofet of a Court. 
 
 Loft, in this darling luxury of Eafe, 
 Alike regardlefs, both of fame and fees, 
 " Let Shaw (You cry) o'er Phyfic fov'reign reign, 
 cc Or/T**boaft, his Hecatombs of Hain. 
 " Be mine, to ftay fome Friend's departing Breath, 
 <c And Child's -J- may take the drudgery of death." 
 
 'Yet, 
 
 ftcal Levee, in order to receive the lucrative News of their Joint-Endeavours
 
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 Yet, T H o M P s ON ! fay (whofe gift it is to fave, 
 Make Sicknefs fmile, and refcue from the grave) 
 Say, to what end, this healing Power was meant, 
 Nor hide the Talent, which by Heaven is lent. 
 Tho', Envy all her hiffing Serpents raife, 
 And join with harpy Fraud, to blaft thy Bays j 
 Shall wan Difeafe in vain demand thy fkill ? 
 While Health but waits, the fummons of your quill, 
 Shall Egy/tf's-Plague -f the virgin cheek invade, 
 And Beauty's Wreck, not win Thee to its Aid 5 
 O ! ftretch a faving hand, and let the Fair, 
 Owe all her future triumphs to thy care ; 
 Refume the Pen ! and be Thyfelf once more, 
 What, Rafclffi Friend, and Syd'nham were before. - 
 
 .*-: ifq-j-.fi aLiV- iad- t lis fcoJtf^%J&$i .pb^ \'l 
 Yet, when reviving Patients fet you free, 
 
 Let Vaughan^ yield one focial hour to me.,; ^4 
 
 C Cornel 
 
 t The Small-pox, faid to have firft appeared at Alexandria. See the Do&or's 
 Treatife on this Diftemper. 
 
 \ Owen Evan Vaughan, Efq; of Bodidris Caftle ; a Gentleman, in whofe friend - 
 fhip, the Doftor and our Author more particularly pride themfelves, as he has never 
 polluted his ancient Brifijh Pedigree, with any modern Anti-britijh Principles.
 
 Come ! then my Friend, if friendfhip's name can woo, 
 
 Come ! bring me all I want, that all in You. 
 
 If rural Scenes have ftill the power to pleafe, 
 
 Flocks, Vallies, Hills, Streams, Villas, Cots and Trees. 
 
 Here, all, in one harmonious profpect blend, 
 
 And Landfkips rife, fcarce Lambert's art can mend. 
 
 rikv ufi^Ur;- v I' -13 
 
 Thames, made immortal, by her Denham's frrams, 
 Meandring glides thro' Twickenham's flow'ry plains $ 
 While royal Richmond's cloud-afpiring wood, 
 Poure all its pendant pomp upon the flood ; 
 By Rome's proud dames, let ftoried Tiber flow, 
 And all Palladia, grace the banks of Po j 
 Here, Nature's CharrnSj in purer luftre rife, 
 Nor feek, from wanton art, her vain fupplies. 
 
 Lo ! Windfor, reverend in a length of years, 
 Like Cy&ele, her tower-crown'd fummit rears. 
 
 And
 
 And Hampton's Turrets, with majeftic pride, 
 
 Reflect their glories in the pafling tide; 
 
 There, britijh Henries gave to Gallia lavr, 
 
 Here, bloom'd the Laurels of a great Naffau ; 
 
 O ! could thefe fcenes, one Monarch more but pleafe, 
 
 No frozen climates, no tempeftuous feas, 
 
 For Brunfwick's weal, alarming fears (hould bring, 
 
 Nor Britain envy, meaner courts, her King. 
 
 Here, Campbell's J varied Shades with wonder fee, 
 Like Heaven's own Eden, flor'd with every tree, 
 Each Plant with Plant, in verdant glory vies, 
 High-tow'ring pines, like Titans, fcale the fkies, 
 And Lebanon's rich groves, on Hounflow's defarts rife. 
 
 But chief with awful ftep, O ! let us ftray, 
 Where, Britain's Orpheus tun'd his facred lay, 
 
 C 2 Whofe
 
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 Whofe Grove enchanted, from his Numbers grew s 
 
 And proves, what once was fabled, now is true. 
 
 Here, oft the Bard with Arbuthnot retir'd, 
 
 Here, flow'd the Verfe, his healing Art infpir'd j J { i : \ 
 
 Alike thy merit, like thy fame mould rife, 
 
 Could frieridmip give, what feeble art denies j 
 
 Tho' Pope's immortal verfe, the Gods refufe, 
 
 Accept this off 'ring, from an humbler mufe. 
 
 Weak tho' her flight, yet honeft ftill her flrain, 
 
 And what, no Minifter could ever gain j 
 
 Pleas'd, if the grateful tribute of her fong, 
 
 Thy merit, THOMPSON! mall one day prolong. 
 
 In marmal'd Slaves, let hungry Princes trade, 
 And Britain's bullion bribe their venal aid j -J- 
 
 Let 
 
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 % Popes Epiftle to drbutbnot. 
 
 \ Alluding to a modern kind of military Traffic, which confifts in the Exchange of 
 Britijh Gold for German Valour ; and by which means, it is prefumed, our Politicians 
 intend the native Wants of either Party (hall be reciprocally fupplied.
 
 Let brave Bojcawn trophied honours gain, 
 And Anfon wield the Trident of the Main. 
 Safe, in the Harbour of my twick'nam bower, 
 From all the wrecks of ftate, or florms of power 5 
 No wreaths I court, no fublidies I claim, 
 Too rich for want, too indolent for Fame, 
 Whilft here, with Vice, a bloodlefs war I wage, 
 Or Iafh the follies of a trifling Age 5 -, fc n 
 Each gay-plum'd Hour, on its downy wings, 
 The hybla freight of rich contentment brings j :T f^ 
 Health, rofy handmaid, at my table waits, 
 And halcyon Peace, broods watchful o'er my gates. 
 
 Here, oft, on Contemplation's pinion bore, 
 To Heaven I mount, and Nature's works explore 5 
 Or, led by Reafon's intelledual Clue, 
 Thro' Error's Maze, Truth's fecret fteps purfue; 
 
 View
 
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 View Ages pad, in Story** mirror ftiown, 
 And make Time's mouldring treafures, all my own ; 
 Or here, the Mufe, now fteals me from the Throng, . 
 And wraps me, in th'enchantment of her Song. 
 
 ^micb I V*'> fuf^ttjor) I 
 
 Thus flow, and thus, for ever flow ! my days 
 Unaw'd by Cenfure, or unbrib'd by Praife j 
 No Friend to Faction, and no Dupe to Zeal, 
 Foe to all Party, but, the Public- Weal 
 Why then, (from 'every venal bondage free) 
 Courts have no glitt'ring fhackels left for me, 
 My reafons,, *Thompfon! prithee afk no more, 
 Take them, as Oxford's Flaccus fung before, -f- 
 
 t- 1 ^ *%Qii*;! ., ^,i\i<U; / ., i .^:.-..v> ^a t np t oi 
 
 N. , 
 
 " My Eafe and Freedom, if for aught I vend, 
 " Would not you cry? to Bedlam y Bedlam, Friend! 
 * { But to fpeak out : mall what could ne'er engage, 
 '* My frailer youth, now captivate in age? 
 
 " What 
 
 f See Conclufion of Dr. King's Apology.
 
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 What Cares can vex > what Terrors frightful be? 
 
 " To him, whofe Shield is hoary Sixty-Three ; || 
 
 " When Life itfelf, fo little worth appears, 
 
 " That Minifters can give no hopes, or fears ; 
 
 <e Altho* grown grey, within my humbler gate, 
 
 " I ne'er kifs'd Hands, or trod the rooms of State j 
 
 <e Yet, not unhonour'd have I liv'd, and blefl 
 
 * e With rich Convenience, carelefs of the reft $ 
 
 <e What Boon more grateful, can the Gods betfow ? 
 
 ** On thofe, avow'd, their favourite fons below." J 
 
 || Tho' the Tranflator's Virtue is not yet fecUred by this Palladium of his Grand- 
 Climafteric, yet he flatters himfelf, he ftiall at leaft be able to rival Our truly Roman 
 author, in the Practice of his heroic Indifference, however fhort he may fall of him, in 
 his elegant Defcription of it, 
 
 f Liber a Ji pretio quanto*vis otia vendam, 
 Cut non infanus <uidear ? Sedapertius audi: 
 >u<ejuvetiem, infirmumque animi captare nequibant t 
 lllafenem capiant ? aut qiue t err ere peri da 
 PoJ/e putes hominem, cut cUmaflericut annus 
 Pr&fidio eft omni majus ? cut vita <videtur 
 Haudequidem tanti ej/e, ut quid caveatve petatve 
 Aregni fatrapis, ullaque jit anxius bard. 
 Si mibi non dextram tetigifle, aut limina regum 
 Contigit, & larefub tenui mea canuit tetas: 
 Attamen tequo animo, r.on ullis rebus egenus, 
 Non inbonoratus iiixi : Nequegratius ufquam 
 Dii mnnus dederunt, cui Ji favijje fatentur, 
 
 FINIS.
 
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