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Page. TABLE TALK ...
1 Progress of Error
172 The Yearly Distress, or Tithing Time at Stock in Esser
200 Sonnet ta Henry Cowper, Esq.
203 Lines addressed to Dr. Darwin..
204 On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings...... 205 Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Sel
kirk, during his Abode in the island of Juan
207 On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq. to the Chancellorship of England.
210 Ode to Peace.
211 Human Frailty..
212 The Modern Patriot ...
213 On observing some Names of little Note recorded in the Biographia Britannica ..
215 Report of an adjudged Case, not to be found in any of the Books
216 On the burning of Lord Mansfield's Library.. 218 On the same.
219 The Love of the World reproved...
220 On the Death of Lady Throckmorton's Bulfinch, 222 The Rose
224 The Doves.
225 A Fable.
Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charta,
-HOR. Lib. I. Epist. 13.
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt,
The deeds, that men admire as half divine,
Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears
The laurel, that the very lightning spares ;
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war.
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with justice on his side.
Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In honour's field adyancing his firm foot, voli.
Plants it upon the line that justice draws,
And will prevail or perish in her cause.
'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes
His portion in the good, that heaven bestows.
And when recording history displays
Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days,
Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died
Where duty placed them, at their country's side;
The man that is not moved with what he reads,
That takes pot fire at their heroic deeds,
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 filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays ker waste.
Think yourself stationed on a towering rock,
To see a people scattered like a flock,
Some royal mastiff panting at their heeels,
With all the savage thirst a tyger feels;
Then view him self proclaimed in a gazette
Chief monster, that has plagued the nations yet:
The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced,
Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced!
The glass that bids man'mark the fleeting hour,
And death's own scythe would better speak'his
grace thie bony phantom in their-stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.
1. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan; Maintaining your's, you cannot their's condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns
With much sufficiency in royal brains;
Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings! those optics are but dim,
That tell you so-say, rather, they for him.
*That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem, with mighty projects lined
To catch renown by ruining mankind,
Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom used, how little understood!
To pour in virtue's lap her just reward,
Keep vice restrained be ind a double guard ;
To quell the faction that affronts the throne
By silent magnanimity alone;
To nurse with tender care the thriving arts,
Watch every beam philosophy imparts;
To give religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by statute a believer's hope;
With close fidelity and love unfeigned
To keep the matrimonial bond unstained;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise;
His life a lesson to the land he sways;