POEM S.

Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat fe? Juv.

HO' grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

TW

When injur'd THALES bids the town farewel, Yet ftill my calmer thoughts his choice commend, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend, Refolv'd at length, from vice and LONDON far, To breathe in diftant fields a purer air, And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary shore, Give to St. David one true Briton more.

For who wou'd leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand?

JUV. SAT. III.

Quamvis digreffu veteris confufus amici;
Laudo, tamen, vacuis quod fedem figere Cumis
Deftinet, atque unum civem donare Sibyllæ.

Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburræ,
Nam quid tam miferum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere incendia, lapfus
Tectorum affiduos, et mille pericula fævæ
Urbis, & Augufto recitantes menfe poetas?

There

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There none are fwept by fudden fate away,
But all whom hunger fpares, with age decay:
Here malice, rapine, accident, confpire,
And now a rabble rages, now a fire;
Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,
And here the fell attorney prowls for prey;
Here falling houfes thunder on your head,
And here a female atheist talks you dead.

3 While THALES waits the wherry that contains
Of diffipated wealth the fall remains,
On Thames's banks, in filent thought we flood,
Where Greenwich fimiles upon the filver flood;
Struck with the feat that gave Eliza birth,
We kneel, and kifs the confecrated earth;
In pleafing dreams the blissful age renew,
And call Britannia's glories back to view;
Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain,
Ere mafquerades debauch'd, excife opprefs'd,
Or English honour grew a ftanding jest.

A tranfient calm the happy fcenes bestow,
And for a moment lull the fenfe of woe.
At length awaking, with contemptuous frown,
Indignant THALES eyes the neighb'ring town.

Since worth, he cries, in thefe degen'rate days Wants ev'n the cheap reward of empty praife;

Sed, dum tota domus rhedà componitur uni,
Subititit ad veteres arcus. ---

Hic tune Umbricius: Quando artibus, inquit, hene lis
Nullus in urbe locus, nulla emolumenta laborum,
Res hodie minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras
Deteret exiguis aliquid: proponimus iliuc

Ire, fatigatas ubi Dædalus exuit alas;

Dum nova canities

Queen Elizabeth, born at Greenwich.

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