Frolick and free, he laughs at Fortune's Pow'r, And plays ten thousand Gambols in an Hour.

Now entring in, my Mufe, thy Theme pursue Through all the Dome; and each Apartment [view.

Within this lonely Lodge, in folemn Port,

A fhiv'ring Monarch keeps his awful Court,

And, far and wide as boundless Thought can ftray, Extends a vast imaginary Sway:

Utopian Princes bow before his Throne,

Lands unexisting his Dominion own,

And aiery Realms, and Regions in the Moon.

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The Pride of Dignity, the Pomp of State,

The dazling Glories of the envy'd Great

Rife to his View, and in his Fancy fwell;
And Guards and Courtiers croud his empty Cell.
See how he stalks majestick through the Throng!
(Behind he trails his tat er'd Robes along)

And

And cheaply bleft, and innocently vain,
Enjoys the dear Delusion of his Brain;
In this fmall Spot expatiates unconfin'd,
Supreme of Monarchs, first of human Kind.
Such Joy, fuch Ecstasy as this, pofsest
On fome triumphal Day great Cæfar's Breast,
(Great Cefar, fcarce beneath the Gods ador'd,
The World's proud Victor, Rome's acknowledg'd
Lord)
With all his Glories in their utmost Height,
And all his Pow'r difplay'd before his Sight.
Unnumber'd Trophies grace the pompous Train,
And captive Kings indignant drag their Chain.
With lawrel'd Enfigns glitt'ring from afar,

His Legions, glorious Partners of the War,

[Car : His conquering Legions march behind the golden Whilft Shouts on Shouts from gather'd Nations

And endless Acclamations rend the Skies.

[rife,

For

For this, to vex Mankind with dire Alarms,

Urging with rapid Speed his restless Arms,

From Clime to Clime the mighty Madman flew ; Ne'er tafted Quiet, nor Contentment knew :

But spread wild Ravage all the World abroad :

The Plague of Nations, and the Scourge of God.

Poor Chloe whom Yon little Cell contains,

Of broken Vows and faithlefs Man complains.
Her heaving Bosom speaks her inward Woe,
Her Tears in melancholy Silence flow.

Yet ftill her fond Defires tumultuous rife,
Melt her fad Soul, and languish in her Eyes,

And form her wild Ideas, as they rove,

To all the tender Images of Love:

And ftill fhe fooths and feeds the flatt'ring Pain;
Falfe as he is, ftill, still she loves her Swain,
To hopeless Paffion yields her Heart a Prey,
And fighs and fings the live-long Hours away.

So mourns th' imprison'd Lark his hapless Fate,

In Love's foft Seafon ravish'd from his Mate;
Fondly fatigues his unavailing Rage,

And hops and flutters round and round his Cage:
And moans and droops, with pining Grief oppreft;
Whilst sweet Complainings warble from his Breast.
Lo Here a Wretch, to Avarice refign'd,

'Midft gather'd Scraps and Rags and Shreds confin'd:
His Riches these-for these he rakes, and spares;
These rack his Bofom, these engross his Cares;
O'er these he broods, for ever void of Rest,
And hugs the sneaking Paffion of his Breast.
See, from himself the fordid Niggard steals,
Referves large Scantlings from his flender Meals,
Scarce to his Bowels half their Due affords,

And starves his Carcase to encrease his Hoards;
'Till to huge Heaps the treafur'd Offals fwell,
And stink in every Corner of his Cell.

And

And thus with wond'rous Wisdom he purveys
Against contingent Want and rainy Days,
And scorns the Fools that dread not to be poor,
But eat their Morfel, and enjoy their Store.

Behold a Sage! immerst in Thought profound, For Knowledge he, for various Skill renown'd! At no mean Ends his Speculations aim, (Vile Pelf he fcorns, nor covets empty Fame) The public Good, the Welfare of Mankind Employ the gen'rous Labour of his Mind: For This his rich Imagination teems With rare Inventions, and important Schemes. All day his close Attention he applies, Nor gives he midnight Slumbers to his Eyes: Content if This his toilfome Studies crown;

And, for the World's Repose, neglects his own. All Nature's fecret Causes he explores,

The Laws of Motion, and Mechanic Pow'rs;

Hence