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Serve more than public ands : this Creed of States What hence results ? a truth that flould rem Seconds, and irresistibly supports,

found The Christian creed. Are you surpriz'd? -At vor ever awfilin Britannia's car : tend;

“Religion crowns the fatesman and the man, And on the statesman's build a nobler name. sc Sole source of public and of private peace."

This punctual justice exercis'd on states, 440 This truth all men must own, and therefore will, With which autlicntic chronicles abounds, And praise and preach ic too :-and when that's As all men know, and therefore muft believe;

done, This vengeance pour'd on nations ripe in guilt, Their compliment is paid, and 'eis forgot. Pour'd on them here, where only they exist, What highland pole-axe half so deep can wound? What is it but an argument of senle,


But how dare I, so mean, presume so far? Or rather demonstration, to support

Assume my feat in the Dictator's chair? Our feeble faith' That they who states com Pronounce, predict (as if indeed inspir'd), pore,

Promulge my censures, lay out all my throat, 6. That men who stand not bounded by the grave, Hill hoarse in clamour on enormous crimes ? * Shall mert like meaiure at their proper hour ?"| Two mizhty columns rise in my support; sto For God is equal, limilarly deals

450 In their more awful and authentic voice, With ttates and perfons, or he were not God ; Record profanc and sacred, drown the Muse, Vi hat hicans a sectitude immutable?

Though loud, and far out-threat her threatening A pattern here of universal right.

song. What, then tha!! rescue an abandon's man? Still farther, Holles ! suffer me to plead Noihing. it is reply'd. Reply'd, by whom ? That I speak freely as I spcak to thec. SIS Reply'd by politicians well as priests :

Guilt only startles at the name of guilt ; Writ facred set aside, mankind's own writ, And truth, plain truth, is welcome to the wisc. The whole world's annals; these pronounce his Thus what seem'd my presumption is thy praite. doom.

Praise, and immortal praise, is Virtue's claiın ; Thus (what might seem a daring paradox) And Virtue's fphere is action : yet we graat 520 Bu'n politics advance divinity :

460 Some merit to the trumpet's loud alarm, True mallers there are better scholars here, Whose clangor kind es cowards into men, Who travel history in quest of schemes

Nor shall the verse, perhaps, be quite forgot, To govern nations, or perhaps oppress,

Which talks of immortality, and bids, , May there start truths that other aims inspire, In every British breast true glory rise, 525 And, like Candace's eunuch, as they read, 465 As now the warbling lark awakes the morn. By Providence rurn Christians on cheir road : To close, my Lord! with that which ali should Digging for tilver, they may strike on gold;

close May be furpriz'd with better than they fought, And all begin, and strike' us every hour, And 'entertain an angel unawares.

Though no war wak'd us, no black tempe& Nor is Divinity ungrateful found.

frown'd. As politics advance divinity,

The morning rises gay; yet gayelt morn 530 Thus, in returo, divinity promotes

Lefs glorious after night's incunihent shades; True politics, and crowns the ftateman's praife. Less glorious for bright Nature, rich array'd All wisdomis are but branches of the chicf, With golden robes, in all the pomp of noon, And statesmen found but lhoots of honest men. Than the first feeble dawn of Moral day? Are this world's witchcrafts pleaded in excuse Sole day, (let those whom ilatesmen serve atrend) For deviations in our moral line ?

Though the sun ripens diamonds for their crowns; This, and the next world, view'd with such an Sole day worth his regard whom heaven ordains, eye

Undarken’d, to behold noon dark, anu date, A8 suits a statesman, {uch as keeps in view From the sun's death, and every pianet's fall, His own exalted science, both conspire 480 His all-illustrious and eternal year ;

540 To recommend and fix us in the right.

where statesmen and their sonarchs, (names of If we reward the politics of heaven, The grand administration of the whole,

And distance here) shall rank with common meu
What's the next world? A supplement of this : Yet own their glory never dawu'd before.
Without it, Justice is defective here ; 415
Just as to staces, deiective as to men :
If so, what is this world ? as sure as Right
Sits in heaven's throne, a prophet of the next.
Prize you the prophet' then believe him too :
His prophecy more precious than his snvile. 499
How comes it then to pass with most on earth,
That this should chain us, that should discom-

pose ?
Long as the facesman finds this case his own,
So long his politics are uncompete ;
In danger he ; nor is the nation safe, 495
Bu soon mul rue his inauspicious power.








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THE Poem, which, originally great,
Had long fullain'd poor Jobs unhappy

Fallen írom its grandeur, clad in mean array,

AS the occasion of this poem was real, not fieAnd in the dust of prosc inginrious lay,

titious; so the mcthod pursued in it, was raLike him now shines, with former greatness ther imposed, by what spontaneously arose in bleft,

the author's mind on that occasion, than nieAnd in its native majesly consels'd.

dirated or designed. Which will appear very probable from the nature of it. For it differ's from the common mode of Poetry, which is

from long narrations to draw short morals, EPITAPH

Here on the contrary, the narrative is fort,

and the morality arising from it makes the ON LORD AUBREY BEAUCLERK, hulk of the Poem. The reason of it is, That

the facts mentioned did naturally pour these IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY, 1740.

moral reflections on the thought of the writer. HILST Britain boasts her empire o'er the deep,

NIGHT THE FIRST. This marble shall compel the brave to weep: As men, as Britons, and as soldiers, wourn; l'is dauntless. Icyal, virtuous Beauclerk's urn. LIFE, DEATH, AND IMMORTALITY. Sweet were his njanners, ?s his soul was great, And ripe his worth though immature his fate;

THE RIGHT. HON. ARTHUR ONSLOW, Each tender grace that joy and love inspires, Living, he mingled with his martial fres:

THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. Dying, he bid Britannia's thunders roar;

'IR'D Nature's sweet reftorer, balmy Sleep, And Spain still felt hini, when be breath'd no

Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes;
Swist on his downy pinion flies from woc,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. 5

From kort (as usual and disturb’d repose,

I wake : How happy they who wake no more!

Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.

I wake, energing from a sea of dreams
IF fond of what is rare, attend !

Tuniulcuous; where my wreckd desponding
Here lies an honest mun,

thought, Of perfect picty,

Prom wave to wave of fancied misery,
of lamblike patience,

At random drove, her hem of reafun loft
My friend, James Barker;

Though now restor'd, 'tis only change of pain,
To whom I pay this mean memorial, (A bitter change!) feverer for severc.
For what deserves the greatest.

The Day too fiort for my distress ; and Night,
An example

Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain, Which hohe through all the clouds of fortune, Is sunshine to the colour of my fate. Industrious in low estate,

Ni ht, sable goddefs ! from her ebon throne,
The lesson and reproach of those above him. In raylfs majelly, now stretches forth
To lay this little stone

Her leadem fceptre o'er a dumbering world.
Is my ambition;

Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how profound !
While others rear

Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds ;
The polish'd marbles of the great!

Creation feeps. 'Tis as the general pulfe
Vain pomp!.

Of life stood ftill, and nature made a pause;
A turf o'er virtue charms us more.

An awful pause! prophctic of her end. 25
E. Y. 1749.

And let her prophecy be foon fulfillid,
Fate! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more.

Silence and darkness ! folemn Gifters ! twins
From ancient Night, who nurse the tender

To Reason, and on Reason build Refolye,
(That column of true majesty in man)
Alliut me: I will thank you in the grave ;


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The grave, your kingdom : There this frame | What though my soul fantaftic mcatures trod shall fall

O'ør fairy fields; or mourn'd along the glonm A vi&im sacred to your dreary shrine.'

Of pathlefs woods: or, down the craggy Icep But what are ye?

33 Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantied Thou, who dijis put to flight

pool; Primæval Silence, when the morning stars, Or scald the cliff; or danc'd on hollow winda, Exulting, shouted o'er the risir.g ball;

With antic shaper, wild natives of the brain? O Thou, whose word from folid darkness struck Her ceaseless flight, though devious, speaks her That spark, the sun; Itrike wisdom from my

Of subtler eslence than the trodden clod; My soul, which flies to Thee, her truft, her trea- Adive, a'rial, towering, un corfin'd, sure,

Unsetter'it with her grots companions fall. As misers to their gold, while others rel. Iv'n silent night proclaims my soul inmortal:

Through this opaque of Nature, and of Soul, Ev'n silent night proclaims eternal dey This double night, transmit one pitying ray, For human weal, heaven husbands all events; To lighten, and to chear. O lead my mind, 45 Duli sleep intructs, nor sport vain dreanis in vain. (A mind that fain would wander from its woe) Why then their loss deplore, that yre Lot loft ? Lead it through various fienes of Life and Why wanders wretched thought their tomus Death ;

around, And from each scene, the noblest truths inspire. In infidel distress? Are Angels there? Nor less inspire my Conduct, than my song ; Slumbers rak'd up up in duft, erhereal fire ? 110 Teach my best reason, reason, my

best will

50 They live! they greatly live a life on earth Teach rectitude ; and fix my firm resolve Unkindled, unconceiv'd ; and from an eye Wisdom to wed, and pay her long arrear:

of tcudernels let heavenly pity fall Nor let the phial of thy vengeance, poor'd On me, more juftly number'd with the dead. On this devoted head, be pour'd in vain.

This is the defart, this the solitude :

115 'The bell Arikes One. We take no note of time How populous, how vital. is the grave ! But from its loss To give it then a tongue,

This is creation's meiancholy vault,
Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke,

The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom ;
I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, The land of apparitions, empty shades !
It is the knell of my departed hours :

All, all on earth, is Shadow, all beyond Where are they? With the years beyond the Is Publtance; the reverse is folly's creed. flood.

60 How solid all, where change thall be no more! It is the fignal that demands dispatch :

This is the bud of being, the din dawul, How much is to be done? My hopes and fears The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Start up alarm d. and o'er life's narrow verge Life's theatre as yet is íhut, and death, 12 Look down-On what ? a fathom ess abyss; Strong death alone can heave the matty bar, A dread eternity' how surely mine! 63 This gross impediment of clay remove, And can eternity belong to me,

And make us embryo's of existence free, Poor pension't on the bounties of an hour ? From rcal life, but little more remote How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, is ine, not yet a candidate for light,

130 How complicate, how wonderful, is man! The future embryo flumbering in his fire. How passing wonder He, who made him such ! Embryos we n us be till we burst the fell, Who centred in our make such strange extremes ! Yon ambient azure Mell, and spring to life, From different natures marvelonfly mixt,

The life of gods, O transport! and of man. Connexion exquisite of difant worlds!

Yet man, fool man! here busies all his Distin uilh'd link in Being's endless chain !


135 Midway from Nothing to the Deity! 75 Inters celestial bopes without one ligh, A beam ethereal, fully'd, and absorpt !

l'risoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon, Though fully'd and dishonour'd, ftill divine ! Here pinions all his wishes : wing'd by heaven Din minature of greatness absolute !

To fly at infinite; and reach it there, An heir of glory! a frail child of dut!

Where seraphs gather immortality; Helpless inimortal! infi & infinite !

80 0:1 lise's fair tree, fast hy the throne of God. A worm! a god! - tremble at myself,

What golden jnys ambrosial clustering glow, And in myself an loft! at home a tranger, In his full beam, and ripen for the just, 'Thought wanders up and down, surpriz'd, aghaft, Where momentary ages are no inore ! And wondering at her own : How reason reels ! Where time, and pain, and chance, and death O what a miracle to man is man, 85 expire !

145 Triumphantly disress'd! what joy, what dread! And is it in the flight of threescore years, Alternately transported, and alarm'd!

In pun eternity from human thought, What can preserve my life! or what destroy ! 11. (nother souls immortal in the dust ?. An angel's arm can't preserve me from the

grave; A foul immortal, spending all her fires, Legions of angels can't confine me there. 90 Watting her strength in Itrenuous idleness, 150

Tis past conje&ure ; all rise in proof : Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm’d, While o'er my limbs fleep's soft dominion spread, At ought this scene can threaten or indulge,

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Resembles ocean into tempelt wronght,

Insatiate archer! could not one fuffice? Tv waft a ferther, or to drown a fly.

Thy shaft fit w thrice ; and thrice my peace was Where falls this censure ? It o'erwhelms my- and thrice. ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her felf;


horn How was my heart incruited hy the world! O how self-fetter d was my groveling soni!

OCynthia! why so pale? Doft thoa lament 215 How, like a worm, was i'wrape round and round Thy, wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thly

wheel In filken thought, which reprise Fanc; 'pun,

Of ceaseless change outwhirl' in human life? Till varken i Rcato: lay quite clouded o er 160 Wich' soft conceit of endless comfort here,

How wants my borrow'd bliss! from fortune's

smile, Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies !

Precarious courtesy! oot virtue's sure, Night-visions may befriend (a fung above) : Self-given, solar-ray of found delight. Our waking dreams are fatal. How I dreamt

In every vary'd posture, place, and hour, or tliigs in possible! Could sleep do more ?)

How wi ow'd every thought of every joy! Of joys perpetuid in perpetual change!

Thought, busy thought' too busy for my peace ! of Itable pleasures on the tolling wave !

Through the dark pofern of time long efaps’d, Etcrpal sufnine in the for sot life!

Lea sofely, by the scillness of the night, 225 How richly wert my noon-tide trunces hung

Led, like a murderer, (and such ic proves !) With gorgeous tapestries of picture joys! 170 , Strays / wretched rover!) o'er the picasing past; Joy behind joy, in endless perspedive

In quest of wretchedness perversely (trays; T:ll at death's toll, whose restless iron tongue And finds a!l defart now; and meets the ghosts Calls daily for his millions at a mical,

Of my departed joys; a numerous train! 230 Starting I woke, and found myself undone.

I rue the riches of my former fate ;
Where now my plirenzy's pompous furniture ?

Sweet comfort's blasted clusters I laident;
The cobweb'd cottage, with its tagged wall I tremble at the blellings once fu dear;
Cf mouldering mud, is royalty to mo!

And every pleasure pains me to the heart.
The spider's most attenuated thread
Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie

Yet why complain? or why complain for one ? On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze. ISO

Hange out the fun his lustre but for me,

The single man? Are angels all belide Oye bleft scenes of permanent delight!

I mourn for millions: 'I is the common int; Full, above measure! lafting, beyond bound !

In this fhape, or in that, has fate entail'd A perpetuity if bliss is bliss

The mother's throes on all of woman born, 240 Could you, so rich in capture, fear an end,

Not more the children, than sure heirs, of pain. That ghastly thought wouki drink up all your joy,


l'ar, Famine, Pest, Volcano, Storm, and Firc, And quite unparadise the realnis of light.

Inteliine broils. Oppredion, with her heart Safe are you lodg'd above these rolling sphercs;

Wrapt up in triple bass, befiege mankind.

2.45 The baleful influence of wholegiddy dance

God's inzage dilinherited of day, Sheds fad vicillitude on all wenrath.

Here, plurg'dir inines. forgets a fun was made. Heri teenis with revolutions every hour;

There, beings deathlel as their haughty lord,

190 And rarely for the better; or the best,

Are hannner'd to the galling oar for lifc ; More mortal than the çoninion births of fate.

And plough the winter's wave, and reap despair. Each monicnt has its fickle, enulous

Sorie, for hard musters, broken under arms, 250 of Time's enormous fcythe, whose amiple sweep

. Beg bitter bread through r:alms their valour fav’d,

In battle lope away, with half their limbs,
Strikes empires from the roof; each moment plays, if fo the tyrant, or his minion, doon.
His little weapon in the narrower sphere
Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down

Want, and incurable disease, (felt pair!)
The faireft hioon of fuls!ụnary blits.

On hopelessina.taiudes remorseless seize 25$

At once; and i ake a refuge of the grave. Bliss ! fublunary bliss !--proud words, and How groanir.g hofpitals eject their dead!

What numbers groan for deadmillion there' Implicit treason to divine decree!

Wnat numbers, once in fortune's lap high-fed, A bold invasion of the rights of heaven!

Solicit the cold hand of Charity!

260 clasp d'the phantoms, and I found them air,

To mock us niore, folicłt it in vain !
O had I wrigli'd it ere my fond embrace ! Ye liiken fons of pleasure ! fince in pains
What darts of agony had miss'd my heart ! You ruc mcre modifh visits, visit here,

Death! great proprietor of all 'tis thino And brcathe from your debauch: give and re-
To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

duce The fun himself by thy permission shines Surscit's dominion o'er you: but so great 265 And, one day, thou ihalt pluck him from his Your impudence, you buih at what is right.

sphere. Amid such nighty plunder, why exhaust

Happy! did sorrow seize on such alone. Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean?

Not prudence can defend, or virtuç fave;

210 Disease in vades the chastett teniperance ; Why thy peculiar sancour wreakd on mic? And punik ment she guilttela; and-ularir, 270


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Through thicket shades, pursues the fond of Its favours here are trials, not retvards;

330 peace.

A call to duty, not discharge from care; Man's caution often into danger turns;

And should a'arni us, full as much as woes; And his guard, falling, cruthis him to death. Awake me to their cause and confequence; Not happiness itself makes good her name; And make us tremble, weigh'd with our defert; Our very wishes give us not our wish.

Awe nature's tumult, and chastise her joys, 335 How distant oft the thing we doat on most, Lest, while we clasp, we kill them ; nay, invert From that for which we doitt, felicity!

To worse than simple misery, their charms. The smoothest course of hature has its pains ; Revolted joys, like foes in civil war, And truest friends, through error, wound our Like bolum frændships to resentment four'd, rest.

With rage nvenom'd rise against our peace. Without misfortune, what calamities!

Seware what earth calls happinefi; beware And what hostilities, without a foe !

Alljoys but joys that never can expire. Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth.

Who builds on less than on immortal base, But endless is the Wt of human ills,

Fond as he seems, condemns his joys to death. And fighs might suoner fail, than cause to figh.

Mine dy'd with thec, Philander! thy last ligh A part how small of the terraqueous globe, Diffolu'd the charm; the disenchanted carth Is tenanted by man! the rest a waste,

Loft all her lustre. Where her glittering towers! Rocks, defarts, frozen seas, and burning fands : Her golden mountains, where all darkca'd Wild haunts of monfte s, poisons, stings, and down death.

To naked waste; a dreary vale of tears; Such is earth's mclancholy map! but, far The great magician's dead! Thou poor, pale More fad! this earth is a true map of man. 290

piece So bounded are its haughty lord's delights Of out-cast earth, in darkness! what a change Tò woe's wivic empire; where deep troubles tofs, ! From yesterday! Thy darling hope so near; Loud sorrow's howl, in venom'd pasions bite, (Long-labourdit prize ) ) how ambition Aukid Ravenous calamities our vitals seize,

Thy glowing cheek! Ambition truly great, And thrca:eding fate wide opens to devour. 295 of virtuous praise. Death's subtle fred withia What then am I, who forrow for myself !

(Sly, treacherous miner !; workivg in the dark, In age, in infancy, from other's aid

Smild at thy weii-concerted scheme, and beckIs all our hope ; to tcach us to be kind. That, nature's firf, lait lesson to mankind;

The worm to riot on that rose lo red, The selfim heart deserves the pain it feels.

Unfaded ere it fell; one woment's prey!

300 More generous sorrow, while it finks, exalts; Man's forelight is conditionally wise ! And conscious virtue mitigates the


Lorenzo'! wisdom iuto folly turns Nor virtue, more than prndence, bius me give Oft, the first instant, its idea fair Swoln thought a second channel ; who divide, To labouring thought is born. How dim our They weaken too, the torreni of thrir grief. 305

eye ! Take then, o World! thy much indebted cear : The present moment terminates our Gyht; How fad a sight is human happiness,

Clouds, thick as those on doomsday, drown the To those whofe thought can pierce beyond an next;

365 hour!

.We penetrate, we prophecy in vain. O thon! whate'er thou art, whose heart exults ! Tinre is dealt out by particies; and cach Wouldit thou I should congratulate thy fate? Ere mingled with the suicaming fands of life, I know thou wouldt ; thy pride demands it from By late's inviolable oath is sworn

Deep si ence, * Where eternity begins" 270 Let thy pride pardon, what thy nature needs,

By nature's law, what niay be, may be now; The falucary ceníure of a friend.

There's no prerogative in human hours. Thou happy wretch! by blindness thou art bleft;

In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, By dotage dandled to perpetual foiles. 315 Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Know, Imiler! at thy peril art thou pleas'd ;

Where is to-morrow? In another world. 373 Thy pleasure is the promise of ihy pain.

For numbers this is certain; the reverse
Misfortune, like a creditor severe,
But rises in demand for her delay;

Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps,

This peradventure, infamous for lies, She makes a scowge of past prosperity, 320

As on a rock of adamant, we build . To sting thee more, and donble thy distress.

Our mountain hopes; spin ont eternal schemes, Lorenzo, fortune makes her court to thee, As we the fatal filters could out-spin, Thy fond heart dances, while che Syren fings. And, big with life's futurities, cxpire. Dear is thy welfare; think me not unkind;

Not ev'n Philander had bespoke his shroud: I would not damp, but to secure thy joys. 325 Nor had he cause ; a warning was deny'd : Think not that fear is sacred to the storm :

How many fall as sudden, not as safe ! 385 Stand on thy guard against the fnuiles of fate.

As sudden, though for years admonisa'd home. Is heaven tredjendous in its frowns? Moltsure ;

Of human ills the last extreme bewaren And in its fayours for midable too:




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