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From meaner Minds, tho' smaller Fines content
The plunder's Palace, or fequefter'd Rent;
Mark'd out by dangerous Parts he meets the Shock,
And fatal Learning leads him to the Block:
Around his Tomb let Art and Genius weep,
But hear his Death, ye Blockheads, hear and leep.

The (i) festal Blazes, the triumphal Show,
The ravish'd Standard, and the captive Foe,
The Senate's Thanks, the Gazette's pompous Tale,
With Forçe resistless o’er the Brave prevail.
Such Bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirl'd,
For such the steady Romans shook the World ;
For fuch in distant Lands the Britons shine,
And stain with Blood the Danube or the Rhine;
This Pow'r has Praise, that Virtue scarce can warm,
Till Fame supplies the univerfal Charm.
Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal Game, ,
Where wasted Nations raise a single Name,
And mortgag'd States their Grandfires Wreaths re-

gret, From Age to Age in everlasting Debt, Wreaths

which at last the dear-bought Right convey To rust on Medals, or on Stones decay. On (k) what Foundation stands the Warrior's

Pride, How just his Hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A Frame of Adamant, a Soul of Fire, No Dangers fright him, and no Labours tire; O'er Love, o'er Fear extends his wide Domain, Unconquer'd Lord of Pleasure and of Pain ; No Joys to him pacific Scepters yield, War founds the Trump, he ruihes to the Field; Behold surrounding Kings their Pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign ; Peace courts his Hand, but spreads her Charms in vain ; • Think nothing gain’d, he cries, till Nought remain,

(i) Ver. 133–146. (k) Ver. 147—167.

• On

« On Moscow's Walls till Gothick Standards fly,
« And ali be mine beneath the polar Sky.'
The March begins in military State,
And Nations on his Eye suspended wait ;
Stern Famine guards the folitary Coaft,
And Winter barricades the Realm of Frost;
He comes, not Want and Cold his Course delay ;
Hide, bluthing Glory, hide Pultowa's Day:
The vanquilh'd Hero, leaves his broken Bands,
And thews his Miseries in distant Lands ;
Condemn'd a needy Supplicant to wait,
While Ladies interpose, and Slaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her Error mend?
Did 110 subverted Empire mark his End?
Did rival Monarchs give the fatal Wound?
Or hostile Millions press him to the Ground?
His Fall was destin'd to a barren Strand,
A petty Fortress, and a dubious Hand;
He left the Name, at which the World grew pale,
To point a Moral, or adorn a Tale.
All (1) Times their Scenes of pompous Woes af-

From Persia's Tyrant, to Bavaria's Lord.
In gay Hoftility, and barb'rous Pride,
With half Mankind embattled at his Side,
Great Xerxes con es to seize the certain Prey,
And starves exhausted Regions in his Way;
Attendant Flatt'ry counts his Myriads o'er,
Till counted Myriads footh his Pride no more ;
Fresh Praise is try'd till Madness fires his Mind,
The Waves he lashes, and enchains the Wind;
New Pow'rsare claim’d, new Pow'rs are still bestow'd,
Till rude Refiftance lop, the spreading God;
The daring Greek derides the martial Show,
And heap, their Vallies with the gaudy Foe;

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'Th'insulted Sea with humbler Thoughts he gains, A single Skiff to speed his Flight remains ; Th’incumber'd Oar scarce leaves the dreaded Coast Through purple Billows and a floating Hoft.

The bold Bavarian, in a luckless Hour, Tries the dread Summits of Cefarean Pow'r, With unexpected Legions bursts away, And fees defenceless Realms receive his Sway; Short Sway! fair Austria fpreads her mournful

Charms, The Queen, the Beauty, fets the World in Armss From Hill to Hill the Beacons rousing blaze, Spreads wide the Hope of Plunder and of Praise: The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar, And all the Sons of Ravage crowd the War ; The baffled Prince in Honour's flatt'ring Bloom Of hafty Greatness finds the fatal Doom, His Foes Derision, and his Subjects blame, And steals to Death from Anguish and from Shame.

Enlarge (m) my Life with Multitude of Days, In Health, and Sickness, thus the Suppliant prays; Hides from himself his State, and shuns to know, That Life protracted, is protracted Woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the Pasiages of Joy: In vain their Gifts the bounteous Seasons pourg The Fruit autumnal, and the vernal Flow'r, With listless Eyes the Dotard views the Store, He views, and wonders that they please no more ; Now pall the tasteless Meats, and joyless Wines, And Luxury with Sighs her Slave resigns. Approach, ye Minstrels, try the foothing Strain, And yield the tuneful Lenitives of Pain : No Sounds, alas, would touch th' impervious Ear, Tho' dancing Mountains witness Orpheus near,

(3) Ver. 188-283.


Charles VII. Erition
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و به سختی

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Nor Lute nor Lyre his feeble Pow'r attend,
Nor sweeter Musick of a virtuous Friend,
But everlasting Dictates crowd his Tongue,
Perversely grave, or positively wrong.
The still returning Tale, and ling’ring Jest,
Perplex the fawning Niece and pamper'd Guest,
WI:ile growing Hopes scarce awe the gath'ring Sneer,
And scarce a Legacy can bribe to hear;
The watchful Guests still hint the last Offence,
The Daughter's Petulance, the Son's Expence,
Improve his heady Rage with treach'rous Skill,
And mould his Passions till they make his Will.

Unnumber'd Maladies his Joints invade,
Lay Siege to Life, and press the dire Blockade ;
But unextinguish'd Av’rice ftill remains,
And dreaded Lofles aggravate his Pains ;
He turns, with anxious Heart and crippled Hands,
His Bonds of Debts, and Mortgages of Lands;
Or views his Coffers with suspicious Eyes,
Unlocks bis Gold, and counts it till he dies.

But grant, the Virtues of a temp’rate Prime,
Bless with an Age exempt from Scorn or Crime;
An Age that melts in unperceiv'd Decay,
And glides in modest Innocence away ;
Whose peaceful Day Benevolence endears,
Whose Night congratulating Conscience chears ;
The gen’ral Fav’rite as the gen’ral Friend;
Such Age there is, and who could wish its End?

Yet ev’n on this her Load Misfortune flings,
To press the weary Minutes flagging Wings :
New Sorrow rises as the Day returns,
A Sister fickens, or a Daughter mourns.
Now kindred Merit fills the fable Bier,
Now lacerated Friendship claims a Tear.
Year chases Year, Decay pursues Decay,
Still drops some Joy from with’ring Life away;
New Forms arise, and different Views engage,
Superfluous lags the Vet'ran on the Stage,

Till pitying Nature signs the last Release,
And bids afflicted Worth retire to Peace.

But few there are whom Hours like these await,
Who fet unclouded in the Gulphs of Fate.
From Lydia's Monarch should the Search descend,
By Solon caution'd to regard his End,
In Life's last Scene what Prodigies surprise,
Fears of the Brave, and Follies of the Wise?
From Marlb’rough’s Eyes the Streams of Dotage flow,
And Swift expires a Driv'ler and a Show,

The (n) teeming Mother, anxious for her Race, Begs for each Birth the Fortune of a Face: Yet Vane could tell what Ills from Beauty spring ; And Sedley cursd the Form that pleas’d a King. Ye Nymphs of rosy Lips and radiant Eyes, Whom Pleasure keeps too busy to be wise, Whom Joys with soft Varieties invite, By Day the Frolick, and the Dance by Night, Who frown with Vanity, who smile with Art, And ask the latest Fashion of the Heart, What Care, what Rules your heedless Charms shall

fave, Each Nymph your Rival, and each Youth your Slave? Against your Fame with Fondness Hate combines, The Rival batters, and the Lover mines. With distant Voice neglected Virtue calls, Less heard and less, the faint Remonstrance falls; Tir’d with Contempt, she quits the flip’ry Reige, And Pride and Prudence take her Seat in vain. In crowd at once, where none the Pass defend, The harmless Freedom, and the private Friend. The Guardians yield, by Force fuperior ply'd ; By Int'rest, Prudence'; and by Flattery, Pride. Now Beauty falls betray'd, despis’d, distress'd, And hissing Infamy proclaims the rest.

(n) Ver. 289-345.




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