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But will not Britain hear the last appeal,
Sign her foes' doom, or guard her fav’rites' zeal?
Thro Freedom's sons no more remonstrance rings,
Degrading nobles and controuling kings;
Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats,
And ask no questions but the price of votes;
With weekly libels and septennial ale,
Their wish is full to riot and to rail.
In full-blown dignity, see Wolsey stand,
Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand :
To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs consign,
Through him the rays of regal bounty shine,
Turn’d by his nod the stream of honour flows,
His smile alone security bestows:
Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r,
Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advances pow'r;
Till conquest unresisted ceas'd to please,
And rights submitted left him none to seize.
At length his soy'reign frowns-the train of state
Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate,
Where-e'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye,
His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fy;
Now drops at once the pride of awful state,
The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.
With age, with cares, with maladies oppress'd,
He seeks the refuge of monastic rest.
Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings,
And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.
Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine ? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For, why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th' cnormous weight
Why but to sink beneath misfortune's blow,
With louder ruin to the gulphs below?
* What gave great Villiers to the assassin's knife,
And fix'd disease on Harley's closing life?
What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd Hyde,
By kings protected, and to kings ally'd ?
What but their wish indulg'd in courts to shine,
And pow'r too great to keep, or to resign?
+ When first the college rolls receive his name, The young enthusiast quits his ease for fame; Resistless burns the fever of renown, Caught from the strong contagion of the gown: O'er Bodleys dome his future labours spread, And I Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head. Are these thy views ? Proceed, illustrious youth, And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth! Yet, should thy soul indulge the gen'rous heat Till captive Science yields her last retreat; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, And pour on misty Doubt resistless day;' Should no false kindness lure to loose delight, Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright; Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain, And Sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain; Should beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart, Nor clajin the triumph of a letter'd heart; Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantons haunt thy shades Yet hope nor life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee; Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from Letters, to be wise;
There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the gaol.
See nations, slowly wise and meanly just,
To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
If dreams yet Aatter, once again attend,
Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end *.
Nor deem, when Learning heç last prize bestows,
The glitering eminence exempt from foes ;
Sec, when the vulgar 'scapes, despis’d or aw'd,
Rebellion's yengetul talons seize on Laud.
From meaner minds though smaller fines content,
The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent ;
Mark'd out by dang’rous parts, he meets the shock,
And fatal Learning leads him to the block:
Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep,
But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep.
# The festal blazes, the triumphal show, The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe, The senate's thanks, the Gazette's pompous tale, With force resistless o'er the brave prevail. Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirl'd, For such the steady Romans shook the world; For such in distant lands the Britons shine, And stain with blood the Danube or the Rhine; This pow'r has praise, ihat virtue scarce can warm Till Fame supplies the universal charm. . Yet Reason frowns op War's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states their grandsires' wreaths regret, From age to age in everlasting delt; Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey To rust on medals, or on stones decay.
1 On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide;
See Gent. Mag. vol. LXVIII p. 951, 1027, , + Ver. 133-146,
A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,
No dangers fright him, and no labours tire;
O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain,
Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain;
No joys to him pacific sceptres yield,
War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field;
Behold surrounding kings their pow'rs combiné,
And one capitulate, and one resign;
Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain;
“ Think nothing gain'd," he cries, “ till nought remain,
« On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly,
“ And all be mine beneath the polar sky."
The march begins in military state,
And nations on his eye suspended wait:
Stern Famine guards the solitary coast,
And Winter barricades the realms of Frost;
He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay;
Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day:
The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands, while
And shews his miseries in distant lands;
Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and slaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her error mend ?
Did no subverted empire mark his end ?
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
Or hostile millions press him to the ground?
s His fall was destin'd to a barren strand,
LA petty fortress, and a dubious hand;
He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
* All times their scenes of pompous woes afford,
From Persia's tyrant to Bavaria's lord.
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Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey,
And starves exhausted regions in his way;
Attendant Flatt'ry counts his myriads o’er,
Till counted myriads sooth his pride no more;
Fresh praise is try'd till madness fires his mind,
The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind,
New pow'rs are claim'd, new pow’rs are still bestow'd,
Till ryde resistance lops the spreading god;
The daring Greeks deride the martial show, ..
And heap their valleys with the gaudy foe;
Th'insulted sea with humbler thought he gains,
A single skiff to speed his flight remains;
Th' incumber'd oar scarce leaves the dreaded coast,
Through purple billows and a floating host.
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,
Tries the dread summits of Cæsarean pow'r,
With unexpected legions bursts away,
And sees defenceless realms receive his sway;
Short sway! fair Austria spreadsher mournful charins,
The queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms;
From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze
Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise ;
The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar,
With all the sons of ravage crowd the war;
The baffled prince, in honour's flatt'ring bloom
Of hasty greatness, finds the fatal doom ;
His foes derision, and his subjects blame,
And steals to death from anguish and from shame,
* Enlarge my life with multitude of days !
In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays :
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know,
That life protracted is protracted woe.
Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
And shuts up all the passages of joy ::
In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour,
The fruit autumnal, and the vernal How'r;