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 >£ ^^ & A fummer's airing with your lady-mufe : 
 Who form flarch fonnets regularly prim, 
 Or blufter fuftian Odes in numbers trim ; 
 Odes, which the frenzy of our Browns infpire 
 To quench in empty fmoke the Grecian fire, 
 Or fritter, with Description's eunuch-rage, 
 The manly fervors of the Roman page; 
 
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 Who a dull Monody's dull periods drawl, 
 
 Strangers, like Lyttleton, to nature's call, 
 
 Whine o'er departed worth with childifh zeal, 
 
 And paint thofe pafTions, which you ne'er cou'd feel 5 
 
 Who dancing to an Eclogue's flow'ry {train 
 
 Defcant the ruftic's blifs, the ruftic's pain, 
 
 And polifhing to courts a fordid crew, 
 
 Bid them converfe in notes, they never knew : 
 
 Ye riming hirelings, who at levees wait, 
 Foul faction's trumpets, and the tools of ffcate ; 
 Whofe magic pow'r bids honefty refort 
 From loyal Scotland to be lov'd at court, 
 Who triumph in your country's foul difgrace, 
 And wooe a Jacobite-; — when once in place: 
 
 Ye tribe enflav'd to metaphyfic plan, 
 Who things of little ufe with labor fcan, 
 In ignorance plung'd, who ignorance deride, 
 And frown on vanity, tho' wrap'd in pride ; 
 
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 Renown'd Philosophers, whofe ceafelefs toil 
 Confumes the ling'ring day, and midnight oil, 
 Whether with vagrant Hume your motley page 
 Deals wanton paradox in headlong rage ; 
 Who) what he thinks, with confidence can bawl 
 Freely, as that, he never thought at all ; 
 With letter'd pride whofe moral footfteps tend, 
 Loft in a cloud, and talking to no end, 
 His fole intention thro' the mazy way, 
 Not to fet right, but lead the mind aft ray ; 
 While heav'n-born Genius, in true radiance bright 
 Which breaks at intervals th' encumbring night, 
 Entranc'd by whimfy's wand fupinely lies, 
 And wifdom's charms are loft in fancy's guife ; 
 Or with rich Shaftesbury's more fantaftic pow'rs 
 You grace fair learning with poetic flow'rs, 
 Carelefs of judgment's nod, whofe lavifh ftrain 
 Spreads uncontrol'd o'er Wit's unbounded plain; 
 By turns the foe of truth, by turns her friend, 
 W T ho laughs off whims he cares not to defend ; 
 
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 While boldly fpringing with enthufiaft mind 
 He leaves the lagging argument behind ; 
 
 The errors of whole heart our grief infpire, 
 
 Whofe head ev n dullnefs cannot but admire : 
 
 Ye gloomy race, ye mathematic train, 
 In fogs whofe deep impenetrable brain 
 Plods, and plods on, while {bangers to the right, 
 Involved ye wander 'mid the fhades of night ; 
 Coop'd in a narrow academic cell, 
 Where dullnefs rules, and horror loves to dwell, 
 Life's choiceft hours in zeal inglorious wafte, 
 And leap in fearch of truth the bounds of tafte : 
 That facred truth your labors rarely find 
 (Whate'er the boaft of a pedantic mind) 
 Tho' wifdom beaming thro' a Newton's foul 
 Points the rough path, and beckons to the goal : 
 
 Ye frolic St ernes, with nature's genuine eafe, 
 Who laugh and laugh, and write whate'er you pleafe, 
 
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 Who wage with foletmt form eternal war, 
 
 Wit's bawdry meaning glimm'ring thro' a far \ 
 
 Or ye, difpeniing with luxuriant mind 
 
 Mirth's lively thought with mallow nonfenfe join'd, 
 
 (While warm as Mountague's your paffions fwell) 
 
 Who, what offends decorum, boldly tell ; 
 
 In giddy mood put modefty to rout, 
 
 Feel, what you think, and fpeak it plainly out : 
 
 Ye creatures, fraught with vanity who write, 
 Retaling ribaldry in truth's defpight, 
 With ranc'rous gall who fcandal's poifon fpit, 
 While fond prefumption claims the throne of wit ; 
 Who now the toil of DiJJeriat:o?i try, 
 And rake the Grecian for th' hiftoric lye$ 
 Things, they ne'er meant, from foreign authnrs quote, 
 And give them nonfenfe, which they never wrote; 
 Your flimiy drains who flimiily defend, 
 Strains, which no mortals but yourfelves commend; 
 Superior rivals view with envious eyes, 
 And merit blafr, wherever merit lyes ;
 
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 Who without learning years of reading wafte, 
 
 No fons of genius, and no friends of tafte ; 
 
 Who rail at vice, tho' foes to virtue's name, 
 
 And modefty applaud, unknown to fhame, 
 
 Ye mallow coxcombs of the times, ye Browns ; 
 
 Whom reafon cheers not, on whom wifdom frowns, 
 
 Whom folly actuates, and whom pailion rules, 
 
 No fancy fires you, and no judgment cools j 
 
 No tranfient beauty who in others own, 
 
 And boaft perfection in yourfelves alone : 
 
 Ye learned Kings, ye Warburtons, who fit 
 Ufurping Cromwells o'er the land of wit, 
 A Right divine in letters who affect, 
 And your vain upftart wills to laws erect ; 
 Fondly exclaiming with imperious tongue 
 Each wretch, that dares to differ, mult be wrong ; 
 Who build on novelty your worth's defence, 
 On pride your fpirit, on abufe yeur fenfe ; 
 Whofe volumes drawl'd on fair religion mew, 
 What Chriftians need not^ or ne'er ought to know ; 
 
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 Who to meer nothings fink a Shakespear's rage, 
 Burlefque his meaning, and pervert his page ; 
 Comment on bards, tho' ftrangers to the Nine, 
 Plain fenfe obfcuring with the critic line : 
 
 Come forth, ye authors of whate'er degree, 
 Ye willing Haves, and you who dare be free, 
 Creeping in profe, or ambling it in rime, 
 To gain the pence, or while away your time, 
 All, all come forth ; the gen'rous mufe attend, 
 To Worth devoted, and her country's friend ; 
 A mighty theme I fing, attend my call, 
 And feel the fubject, which demands you all. 
 
 But chiefly ye, whofe learning's fob'rer rage 
 Points the full beauties of th' hiftoric page, 
 Not rous'd by Smollet's pride, with partial views, 
 Dealing each faithlefs anecdote Irom news. 
 Changing, like vanes, before the changing wind, 
 Where faction bids, who fly with giddy mind, 
 
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 'Gainft honeft Pitt's unfully'd virtues roar, 
 That Pitt your int'refl deein'd a God before, 
 Who madly vaunting in the Tory's name, 
 Throw vilain flanders on a William's fame, 
 William, whofe worth mall triumph, when the Scot, 
 Of All difdain'd, mall in oblivion rot, 
 Howe'er the wretches labor to furvive, 
 Prop'd on the rebel-deeds of forty-jive \ 
 But Ye, infpir'd by truth's feverer laws, 
 Who rufh undaunted in your country's caufe, 
 Macaulays firm, who foar on Freedom's wings, 
 No dupes to ftatefmen, and no flaves to Kings, 
 Who frown on Stuarts with a gen'rous zeal, 
 Each thought directed to the public weal ; 
 Diftinguifh'd patriots ! in whofe (trains we find 
 The pureft language of a manly mind ; 
 -—Attend the inufe, which fearlefs of control, 
 Sneaks the ftrong dictates of an English foul, 
 On vile corruption fvvells th' indignant ftream, 
 Freedom her boaft, and Privilege her theme. 
 
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 Hail glorious Privilege, whofe facred name 
 Fills my warm fpirits with a genuine flame, 
 Calls forth each great refolve, infpires my pride, 
 And thro' my veins expands a purer tide ; 
 Hail, holy Charter hail, whofe gen 'rous fmile 
 Sheds richefl tranfports o'er my native ifle ; 
 By thee her fubjects, firft of human race, 
 Panting for fame, impatient of difgrace, 
 Oppreflion blafl with unrelenting heart, 
 And frown abhorrent on the fnares of art ; 
 By thee, a foe to guilt, unknown to fear 
 He curbs the ftatefman in his wild career, 
 Bids upftart vice fuperior virtue own, 
 Nor fpares the fiend, tho' baiking near a throne ; 
 By thee, while gen' rous ardor fires his cheek, 
 All that he dares to think, he dares to fpeak ; 
 Maintains his country's rights with honeft plea, 
 Nor deigns to fink a flave, by nature free. 
 Hail holy charter, at whofe awful nod 
 The paths of death our gallant fathers trod, 
 
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 The rig'rous arm of lawlefs pow'r withstood, 
 When proudly warring 'gainft the public good, 
 Confronted tyrants with a fteady eye, 
 
 For Freedom liv'd, for Freedom dar'd to dye. 
 
 Thrice happy England, doom'd no more to view 
 The foul oppreffions of a venal crew ! 
 Doom'd, unreveng'd, no longer to behold 
 At will thy facred int'refh bought and fold ; 
 See in fome wretch's hand the fceptre plac'd, 
 Ufurfd this moment, and the next difgrac'd ; 
 See a vile Henry's foul with ftern delight 
 Bent on extortion leap the bounds of right ; 
 Too weak to rule, too proud to blefs a ftate, 
 His fees deriiion and his fubjecls' hate, 
 The tool of av'rice, and a dupe to art, 
 No honeft dictates warm'd his iron-heart, 
 Steel'd to all friendship, but what int'reo: gave, 
 Who loath'd th' ambitious, tho' ambition's Have; 
 Gull'd with the founds of arbitrary pow'r, 
 Hug'd, whom he curs'd, and fmifd but to devour ; 
 
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 So frovvn'd the wretch, whom heav'n's avenging hand 
 Ordain'd the peft, to fcourge an helplefs land, 
 Unmov'd he liften'd to the nation's groan, 
 While his rapacious minions ruFd the throne. 
 
 Condemn'd no more to view the tyrant God, 
 Who rul'd the fubject with oppreflion's rod ; 
 Uns;ovem'd favage ! in whofe foul was join'd 
 Each vice, whofe horrors can difgrace mankind, 
 Vices, whofe thick impenetrable fcreen 
 Scarce left one glimpfe of virtue to be feen, i 
 
 Or if fome transient goodnefs lurk'd within 
 It frown'd polluted by a deeper fin ; 
 Paftion his rule, profufion his delight, 
 His ftrength, brutality, revenge, his might; 
 No tears could footh him, and no worth cou'd awe, 
 Right he difdain'd, and what he will'd, was law ; 
 Pride fefter'd in his foul, his fpecious fenfe 
 Shone thro' the glare of boundlefs infolence ; 
 A friend unknown to faith ; a foe to grace 
 His fierce religion wore a bigot-face; 
 
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 The realm he refcu'd from the papal throne, 
 A freedom founded on caprice alone ; 
 Of hand rapacious, and of heart unjuft, 
 Madman in rage, and pander to his lull; 
 Woman he lov'd, but foon his paflion cloy'd, 
 Scorn'd, tho' admir'd, and hated, when enjoy' dj 
 With truth his learning one pedantic flrife ; 
 One fettled war with virtue was his life. 
 
 So low Yd the guilty times ; fo loft to fhame, 
 When dawning Freedom fried a dubious flame \ 
 When venal ftatefmen, fetter'd to refort, 
 Humor'd each fickle fancy of a court ; 
 One tyrant dead, when with unbounded hand 
 Another tyrant rules the wretched land ; 
 Such, while Eliza's arm the fceptre fway'd 
 Each wayward paflion of their Queen obey'd ; 
 Fawn'd at her feet, and truckled to her nod, 
 And rais'd an earthly puppet to a God ; 
 Lords in full fenate full applaufes fhow'r, 
 And lavifh incenfe at the fhrine of pow'r, 
 
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 With liberal foul th' indulgent Commons grant 
 Repeated treafures to their Sov'reign's want ; 
 Schemes profper'd then by able ftatefmen plan'd, 
 And conquefts rofe beneath the warrior's hand ; 
 O'er earth, o'er ocean, tovv'r the martial train, 
 And grace the facred annals of her reign ; 
 Sprung from this fource, the Sov'reign's merits fhone, 
 Ufurping Wisdom to herfelf alone ; 
 Hence ev'ry virtue in her bofom rul'd, 
 Enflam'd witi courage, and with prudence cool'd ; 
 Her's the full triumph of eternal fame, 
 Which long-forgotten patriots vainly claim. 
 
 To thofe, ambition prompted to be great, 
 Flatt'ry, rank Flatt'ry won the fmile of ftate ; 
 Who feek th' indulgence of their Qjeen to prove, 
 Ker mind muft rev'rence, and her form mud love ; 
 By wifdom fir'd, like Sheba's Queen, her mind 
 In form an angel fent to blefs mankind, 
 
 Each charm, which niggard nature dar'd deny, 
 
 Their praife mufc kindle, and their tongues fupply. 
 
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 —Veil, rigid {atire, veil th' inglorious fcene, 
 And in oblivion clofe the Scottish Queen. 
 
 To draw the tear from Pity's melting eye, 
 Call from the heaving breah: the penfive figh, 
 To fwell th' ingenuous boforn with dif Jain, 
 And roufe the fervor of the patriot train, 
 To urge the warrior's animated force, 
 Infpire his vengeance, and enflame his courle, 
 Hate in his foul, and horror in his face, 
 Turn to the elder of the Stuart race ; 
 Turn to the baleful melancholy hour, 
 When James was lifted to the feat of pow'r, 
 Who hurl'd oppreiiion with imperious hand, 
 To ftab the Freedom of a zealous land ; 
 Freedom the courtier's curfe, the tyrant's fcorn, 
 Her glories blailed, and her trophies torn. 
 
 Tho' foibles center'd in a wayward heart 
 Might ward the fury of refentment's dart, 
 When leagu'd with crimes the tainted mind they rule, 
 We loath the vilain, while we mourn the fool ; 
 
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 If gleam'd in Scottish James a tranfient worth, 
 From vice, vice only fprang its guilty birth ; 
 If gen 'rous dictates in his bofom roll'd, 
 Profufion fhovv'r'd the proftituted gold ; 
 Peace, peace he courted, for unknown to arms 
 His puny fpirit fnudder'd at alarms ; 
 Fair learning's themes his pedant toils purfue, 
 To fnuff th' applaufes of a venal crew ; 
 While fordid incenfe dullnefs' train imparts, 
 He ftands the ruling Solomon of arts. 
 Did friendihip's fweets his giddy thoughts employ? 
 They glar'd with guilt, or dwindled to a toy : 
 Thus England's chains he forg'd, himfelf a tool 
 To the mad whimfies of a fav'rite fool. 
 
 Flufh'd with the warmth, which youth, and fpirits gave, 
 To him, his father who difgrae'd, a flave, 
 Charles mounts the tott'ring pinacle of pow 'r, 
 — A wretch devoted from that gloomy hour. 
 Oh ! with indulgent hand had fav 'ring fate 
 Confign'd the Monarch a domestic {late; 
 
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 Freed from ambition, and the broils of ftrife, 
 What joys had crown'd him in the vale of life! 
 Pure had each ray of focial merit (hone, 
 Obfcur'd by clouds, that hover round a throne. 
 
 Tyrant at others' will, by nature meek, 
 Of folid fenfe, from mallow councils weak, 
 Of bofom gen'rous, and a foe to fin, 
 Virtue, tho' mark'd with errors, glow'd within ; 
 Tho' Stuart born, with focial goodnefs grae'd, 
 Firm was his friendfnip, his affection chafte. 
 
 To ftem the boundlefs torrent of the times, 
 When pure religion was a mafk for crimes, 
 When urg'd 'gainft Freedom's rights, by Freedom's flame, 
 Pow 'r was their butt, and monarchy their aim, 
 111 fuits the mildnefs of a Charles's force, 
 Tho' headlong Buckingham enflame his courfe: 
 — I cannot love on truth's feverer plan 
 The haplefs King, I cannot hate the man. 
 
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 Clofe, clofe the horrors of the reft from fi^ht, 
 And crufh a Cromwell to eternal night, 
 
 In frolic gayety from Breda's more, 
 Eafy, as Fortune's frown he never bore, 
 As exile were a toy, and want a jeft, 
 To realms long panting for the fweets of reft 
 The fon invited flew ; the changing realm 
 Caught at a ftroke the vices of the helm ; 
 In plcafure's round the giddy fubjects rove, 
 A land of licence, ridicule, and love : 
 A dupe to folly, and to whims a Have, 
 Calm he receiv'd the joke, he freely gave, 
 Without profuflon in his fecial hour, 
 Stranger to prudence 'mid the fcenes of pow'r ; 
 His feoff religion, glory was his hate, 
 Carelefs of right, and thoughtlefs of the ftate ; 
 Foes were regarded, but his friends unknown, 
 Thofe very friends, who rais'd him to the throne ; 
 Averfe to tumults, undifturb'd by wars, 
 He flicok the kingdom with domeftic jars ; 
 
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 At home unrevYeiic'd, and defpis'd abroad, 
 His people fpurn'd him, and his neighbors aw'd ; 
 Dilgrace, when living, crufh'd his country's fame, 
 Which finks his afb.cs to the gulph of ihame. 
 
 Curs'd with a boundlefs arbitrary rage, 
 Which fires the tuart foul from age to age, 
 Steel'd to fair prudence, by no fears appall'd, 
 Impatient rufhing, where opprelnon call'd, 
 Relentlefs bigot to the Popish caufe, 
 Who laugh'd at Freedom, and difdain'd the laws ; 
 Who moulded fetters for a reftiff flate, 
 To make them captives to the * wretch, they hate, 
 And urg'd by principle, with pious art, 
 Would tear all confcience from the human heart. 
 As fubjec"t, not as fovereign born to fhine, 
 Rofe the laft tyrant of the Stuart-line : 
 Obfcur'd by tempefts rofe the feeble fun, 
 In clouds to fet, 'ere half his courfe was run. 
 
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 Hence be fuch rulers, let the bigot praife 
 The gloomy records of thofe guilty days, 
 Let frantic Tories, whofe rebellious ire 
 Would fpread their native land with flames of fire, 
 On regal vilenefs venal flatt'ry roll, 
 No fpark of Freedom glimm'ring in their foul; 
 England with tranfport feels the facred hour, 
 When fpurning flav'ry, uncontrofd by pow'r, 
 From the warm heart unbounded rev'rence fprings 
 To crown the merits of the beft of Kings ; 
 Of hoary prudence ev'n in youth poffels'd 
 His people blefling, of his people blefs'd ; 
 Whofe foul from virtue never learn'd to rove, 
 Whofe ev'ry thought religion's duties move ; 
 Rife, rife, my mufe, in truth's exalted ftrain, 
 And hail the glories of a Brunswic's reign. 
 
 Tho' favage bofoms with enraptur'd fight 
 Hang o'er the baleful horrors of the fight, 
 And {talking thro' the field with giant tread 
 Feaft on the flaughter'd mountains of the dead ; 
 
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 Far milder fcenes engage our ftatefme?is care, 
 They knew to conquer, but they know to fpare; 
 They bid dertruclion drop her vengeful arm, 
 And curb in full career the war's alarm. 
 
 Their gen'rous thoughts with calm companion flow 
 From ruin's jaw their mercy faves a foe ; 
 To raife him from the duff, themfelves advance, 
 And hug the promised faith of Spain and France. 
 There are, who Haves to int'refVs fordid plan, 
 Keep, what they gain, and gain whate'er they can j 
 Around, our conquefls fpread from more to more, 
 Peace kindly flies thofe conquefls to reftorc; 
 Tho' ev'ry gale repeated triumphs boaff, 
 A fhatter'd navy, or a captive coafl ; 
 Tho' ev'ry gale unbounded trcafures b:ino\ 
 
 The ftcres tredeflind to the foe we fling ; 
 
 Tear the vain laurel from the warrior's head, 
 And fix th' iwmor&ti r -blivd in its ftead. 
 
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 Of old protected by the iovereip-n hand, 
 Spite of the clamors of an ad^erfe land, 
 The giddy ftatefman, with enthufiaft zeal, 
 At random rufhing 'gainft the public v/eal, 
 Each pof!: of honor on his kinfmen ihow'r'd, 
 Each fplen id tide on his minions pour'd ; 
 Tho' bellowing faction rail, the courtly race 
 Still kept their grandeur, and maihtam'd their place ; 
 Fix'd at their wills the minifterial rout, 
 In pbw'r who pleas'd them, who difoleas'd were out. 
 
 The frame of B— e a nobler foul infpires, 
 In place this moment, he the next retires ; 
 Retires contented from encumb'rie • ftat'e, 
 
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 Fav'rites, in (hew abandoned by a court, 
 i to the gilded r refort* 
 
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 And rul'd each movement o. t . .• m«-cj?in£ ; 
 
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 Our fav'rite wooes the itili, fe que^er'd life, 
 Sicken'd with gain, and furieited with ftrife. 
 
 Star- Chamber tyranny, by pafiion mov'd, 
 Flew forth of old on libels, never prov'-d. 
 Each hated Patriot by illegal pow'r 
 Caufelefs was feiz'd, and hurry 'd to the Tow'r , 
 That pow'r, which gave the fhatter'd ftate to groan, 
 While fell extortion wore the face of loan, 
 Tax'd it for war, and when the battles ceafe, 
 Tax'd it afrefh, to carry on a Peace. 
 
 Of old, devoted to a ftatefman's thought, 
 Gen'rals ne'er dar'd to vote, as confcience taught. 
 Or if perhaps, difdainful of control, 
 Some bolder champion fpoke his honed foul, 
 Driv'n from his poJ/t, and banifh'd from command, 
 He mourns, opprefs'd, the flav'ry of the land; 
 But Justice, Justice now the courtier guides, 
 Cools his keen rage, and o'er his heart prefides. 
 
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 The Press, where Freedom with undaunted courfe 
 Checks the wild ftream of minifterial force, 
 Where gen'rous Truth can fainting virtue right, 
 And tear corruption to the face of light ; 
 By Law protected, and unaw'd by foes, 
 Nor warrants lock, nor Carringtons can clofe : 
 Free be the paflport ftill, with prudent zeal 
 For ever watchful o'er the public weal, 
 On glory's wing, beyond the reach of blame, 
 Our Jlatefmen foar to everlafting fame. 
 
 Jeffries of yore, oppreffion's genuine child, 
 With dreams of blood his guilty fteps denTd ; 
 To Pow'r alone, and to her friends, a friend, 
 No virtues footh him, and no tears can bend ; 
 Merit in rags funk blafted at his frown, 
 CruftYd was each fuitor, that confronts the crown ; • 
 
 What need of Juries? he o'er-rules the caufe, 
 
 His will the verdict, and his nod, the laws. 
 
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 Thrice happy change!— -with fpotlefs truth pofTefs'd 
 When virtue rears her throne in M— sf — d's bread : 
 A milky bread, that melts at mis'ry's tear, 
 Ev'n to the rebel-culprit fcarce fevere ; 
 Uniway'u by faclion, and unwarp'd by pride, 
 No int'reft turns his honeft heart afide ; 
 Vers'd in the laws, at calm reflection's rule 
 He weighs the rights deliberately cool. 
 
 Fair Freedom's imile his ev'ry deed infpires, 
 Reigns in his foul, and kindles all her fires ; 
 Ingenuous thoughts his manly mind enlarge, 
 No Jury's influenc'd by a partial charge; 
 All that they think, he bids them freely name ; 
 — -So open, VVilks, tho' fentene'd, cannot blame. 
 
 Faction, that Hydra, fcrengthen'd from the ground, 
 Warm'd by refinance, fiercer from her wound 
 Who rears her tow'ring front, now loft to fight 
 Sinks to the regions of eternal night ; 
 
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 Extravagance, that wont with Kings to fport, 
 Qiiam'd by a T--B-- f's frown retires from court ; 
 While mild O economy triumphant (lands. 
 The frugal penfion gleaming in her hands ; 
 
 Who fcatrers wealth (where wealth alone is ht) 
 To cheer the toils of learning, and of wit ; 
 Adds double genius to an Hogarth's page, 
 And fame, acquir'd in youth, confirms in age ; 
 Bids Mallet's mufe with richefl fancy bloom, 
 And fweils each grace of tragedy in Flume; 
 Gives johnfon's foul with patriot-zeal to fpring, 
 Adore a ftatefman, and refpeEl his King. 
 
 Blasphemy, woo'd of late who ftalk'd the land, 
 Lies kvell'd in the dun 1 by S— d— ch' hand ; 
 S— d— ch, by all rever'd from earlieft youth, 
 Renowifd for triendmip, chaftity, and truth ; 
 No mean reflections in his bofom roll, 
 Vice ne'er poffefs'd one corner of his foul ; 
 
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 Fill'd with each virtue that a court can grace, 
 Blefs'd be my country ! lie's at length in place ; 
 Parts, perfon, manners, all, his office fuit, 
 And crown this precious legacy of Bute. 
 
 Unbounded Int'rest, whofe prevailing art 
 Expells each ray of goodnefs from the heart, 
 Foe to all reafon, favage Impudence, 
 Who long ufurp'd the facred name of Sense, 
 Who iteel'd to fhame bids modefr merit blufh, 
 And fpreads o'er truth herfelf a faithlefs flum ; 
 Guilt in broad noon which 'erft fecurely trod, 
 —All, all at once are fled at N-rt-n's nod. 
 
 If genuine Loyalty demand thy care, 
 Turn to a Litchfield's heart, and fee her there; 
 She bids a Philips tow'r fupremely great, 
 True to his King, and faithful to the ftate. 
 See! facred Wisdom, with a full control, 
 Spreads her bright radiance on a Dash — d's foul ; 
 
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 Center'd in worth, fee! Principle impart 
 
 Her pureft influence to a Gre le's heart; 
 
 Unfway'd by faction, and a foe to pelf, 
 Steel'd to corruption, and no tool to felf, 
 What if he quits the paths he trod before? 
 — His kindred much he loves, his country more. 
 
 Such blifsful fcenes our golden times difplay, 
 And fuch the morning of a George's fway. 
 
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