The dregs and fæculence of ev'ry land. Begets its likeness. Rank abundance breeds Or feen with leaft reproach; and virtue taught In which they flourish most: where in the beams Of public note they reach their perfect size. The fairest capital of all the world, By riot and incontinence the worst. There, touch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank be comes A lucid mirror, in which nature fees All her reflected features. Bacon there The pow'rs of sculpture, but the ftyle as much; She ploughs a brazen field, and clothes a foil The richest scen'ry and the lovelieft forms. Not more the glory of the earth, than she That she is flack in difcipline: more prompt T'avenge than to prevent the breach of law; That she is rigid in denouncing death On petty robbers, and indulges life And liberty, and oft-times honour too To peculators of the public gold; That thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. town ::: What wonder then, that health and virtue, gifts The fplendour of your lamps, they but eclipse It plagues your country. Folly fuch as your's |