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but where, good sir, do you contine your kings?
Indeed-replied the don-- there are but few.
ftw, fellow - there are all that ever reigu'd.
The guilty and not guilty both alike:
Waile Alired's name, the father of his age,
And the Sixth Edward's grace th' historic page.
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
But let eternal infamy pursue
The wretch to nought but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filing sith one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring roci,
To see a people scatter'd like a fock,
Some royal mastiff penting at their leels,
With all the sarage thirst a tiger feels;
Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette,
Chief moaster that hias plagu'd the dations yet.
The globe and sceptre in soch hands mispied,
Those ensigns of domiuion, how disgrae'd!
The glass, that bids man mark the fleetiaz koar,
And Death's own sithe would better speak kis punts
Then grace the bony phantom in their stead
With the kiug's shoulderknot and gay cortade;
Clothe the twic brethren in each other's dress,
The same their occupation and success,
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for 283,
Kings do but reason on the seli same plasi :
Maintaining yours, you crunot theirs condeni,
Who think, or seem to thiuk, man made for this.
B. Seldoro, alas! the pow'r of logic reigas With much sufficiency in royal braius ; Such reas'niog falls like an inrerted couc, Wanting its proper base to stand upon. Man made for kings! those optics are but din, That tell you somsay, rather, they for him. That were indeed a king.enobling thougit, Could they, or would they, reason as they ought. The diadem, with mighty projecis lin'd To catch renown by ruiving mankind, Is Forth, with all its gold and glitt'ring store, Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good, How seldom us’d, how little urderstood! To pour in Virtue's lup her just reward; Keep Vice restraip'd behind a double guard;
lo quel the faction, that affronts the throne,
By silent magnanimity alone;
in surse with tender care the thriving arts;
Tuseh ev'ry beam Philosophy imparts ;
To gire Religion her unbridled scope,
Not judge by statute a believer's hope;
Fith close fidelity and love unfeign'd
To leep the matrimonial bond unstain'd;
Carelous only of a virtuous praise;
His lie a lesson to the land he sways;
To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
for dras it but when duty bids him draw;
To sheathe it in the peace-restoring close
With joy beyond what victory bestows;-
best country, where these kingly glories shine!
Flest England, if this happiness be tbine !
A. Guard alat you say; the patriotic tribe
i steer and charge you with a bribe.—B. A bribe?
The sort of his three kingdoms I defy,
To lure me to the baseness of a lie:
Ard, of all lies, (be that olie poet's boast,)
The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
These arts be theirs, who hate his gentle reign,
kat he that loves him has no need to feign.
A. Your smooth eulogium to one crown addrest,
seems to imply a censure on the rest.
B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale,
, when in hell, to see the royal jail;
Asprov'd their method in all other things:
There-said his guide the group is full in view.
His black interpreter the charge disdain'd-.
undistinguishing, is apt to strike
I grant the sarcasm is too severe, And we can readily refute it here;
Lay the state, that has not these to fear.
A. Thug men, whose thoughts contemplative
On situatious, that they never felt,
Start op sagacious, cover'd with the dust
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Lave lingly backs to cope with kingly cares;
No bard, lowe'er majestic, old or new,
Sould claim my fix'd attention more than you.
B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay
To turn the course of Helicon that way;
for would the Nine consent the sacred tide
Stould purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside,
Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse
With all their flippant fluency of tongue,
Most confident, when palpably most wrong;
li tnis be kingly, then farewell for me
Alkiagabip; and may I be poor and free!
To te the Table Talk of clubs up-stairs,
To wirich th' unwash'd artificer repairs,
T' indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By cring into cabinet intrigue
(ig what kings deem a toil, as well they may,
To kim is relaxation and mere play);
To win no praise when well-wrought plans prevail,
but to be rudely censor'd when they fail;
To doubt the lose his fav'rites may pretend,
Aed in reality to find no friend ;
It be indulge a cultivated taste,
His gall'ries with the works of art well gracid,
To tear it call'd extravagance and waste;
If these attendants, and if such as these,
Mat follow royalty, then welcome ease;
However hurbic and confind the sphere,
A. Kings then at last hare but the lot of all:
By their own conduct they mast stand or hal.
B. True. While they live, tbe courtly learest pas
His quitrept ode, his peppercorn of praise ;
And many a dance, whose fogers itch to erit
Adds, as he can, his tribatary mite.
A subject's faults a subject may proclaim,
A monarch's errours are forbidden game!
Thus free from ceasure, overaw'd by fear,
And prais'd for virtues, that they scord to tea,
The fleeting forms of majesty engage
Respect, while stalking o'er life's narrow stare;
Then leave their crimes for luistory to scae,
And ask, with busy scorn, Was this the man?
I pity kings, whom Worship waits upa
Obsequious froin the cradle to the throne;
Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer boss,
And binds a wreath about their baby bross;
Whom Education stiftens into state,
And Death awakens from that dream too late.
Oh! if Servility with supple knees,
Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please ;
If smooth Dissimulation, skill'd to grace
A devil's parpose with an angel's face;
If smiling peeresses, and simp'ring peers,
Encompassing his throne a few short years;
If the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed,
That wants no driving, and disdains the lead;
If guards, mechanically form'd in ranks,
Playing, at beat of drum, their martial pranks,
Should'ring and standing as if struek to store,
While condescending majesty looks og!-
If monarchy consist in such base things,
Sighing, I say again, I pity kings!
To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood,
E'en when he labours for his country's good;
To see a band, call'd patriot for eo cause,
But that they catch at popular applause,
Careless of all th' anxiety he feels,
look disappointment ou the public wheels;
Op dreaming study and pedantic rust,
prate and preach aboat what others prove,
They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs ;
, of all men, ever least regret
lacreasing taxes and the nation's debt.
The nighty plan, oracular, in verse,
The growth, that Nature meant she should attain
Or tinkle in 'Change Alley, to amuse
The leathern ears of stockjobbers rad Jess.
A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the hero rippe
To thenes more pertinent, il less sublize.
When ministers and ministerial arts;
Patriols, who love good places at their hearts;
When admirals, extoli'd for standing still,
Or doing nothing with a deal of skill;
Geo'rals, who will uot conquer when they tzat,
Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and gost pare
When Freedom, wounded almost to despoke,
Though Discontent alone can bod out where ;
When themes like these employ tho pat's waraes
I hear as mute as if a syreu sung.
Or tell me, if you can, what pow'r maintains
A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chaios:
That were a theme might animate the dead,
And move the lips of pocts cast in lead.
B. The cause, tho'worth the search, may feteikt
Conjecture and remark, however shrewd.
They take perhaps a well-directed alid,
Who seek it in his climate and his frame.
Lib'ral in all things else, yet Nature here
With stern severity deals out the year.
Winter invades the spring, and often pours
A chilling flood on summer's drooping fowis;
Unwelcome sapoors queech autumaal bass,
Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams:
The peasants urge their harvest, ply the fork
With double toil, and shirer at their wors;
Thus with a rigour, for his good design'd,
She rears her fav'ríte man of all mankind.
His form robust and of elastic tone,
Proportion'd well, half muscle and half bone,
Supplies with warm activity and force
A miod well-lodg’d, and masculine of course.
Hence Liberty, sweet Liberty inspires
And keeps alive his fierce but poble fres.
Patient of constitutional control,
He bears it with meek manliness of soul;
As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land.
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show,
Bat, if Authority grow wanton, wo
To hun that treads upon his free-born toe;
One step beyond the bound'ry of the laws
Tires him at once in Freedom's glorious cause.
Thus proud Prerogative, not much rever'd,
is seldom felt, though soinetimes seen and heard ;
And in his cage, like parrot fine and gay,
Is kept to strut, look big, and talk away.
Born in a climate softer far than ours,
Not form'd like us, with such Herculean pow'rs,
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
Ile drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust;
And, seasting on an onion and a crust,
We never feel the alacrity and joy
With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy,
Filld with as much true merriment and glee,
As if he heard his king say-Slave, be free.
Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
Vigilant over all that he has made,
Kiod Providence attends with gracious aid ;
Eids equity throughout his works prevail,
And weighs the nations in an even scale;
le can encourage Slav'ry to a smile,
And fill with discontent a British isle.
Å. Freemau and slave then, if the case be such,
Sund on a level; and you prove too much:
If all men indiscriminately share
His fostring power, and tutelary care,
As well be yok'd by Despotism's hand,
The mind attains beneath her happy reign
The varied fields of science, ever new,
Op'ning and wider op'ning