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Let B*rr*t*n arrest him in mock fury,
And M**d hang the knave without a jury.
But hark, the voice of battle shouts from far,
The Jews and Maccaronies are at war: 130

The Jews prevail, and, thund'ring from the stocks,
They seize, they bind, and circumcise C*s F*.
Fair Schw**n smiles the sport to see,
And all the Maids of Honour cry Te! He!

Be these the rural pastimes that attend 135
Great B*nsw»k's leisure: these shall best unbend
His royal mind, whene'er, from state withdrawn,
He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn;
These shall prolong his Asiatic dream,
Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. 140

Verse 128. And M**d, &c] «' He is conveyed before
Che judge, and sometimes severely bastinadoed." Ibid.

Verse 129. But hark, &c] "Quarrels happen—battles ensue." Ibid.

Verse 132. Circumcise C*s F*.] "Every liberty is permitted; there is no distinction of persons." Ibid.

Verse 134. And all the Maidt if Honour, &c] •• This is done to divert his Imperial Majesty, and the ladies of itis train." Ibid.

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And thou, Sir William! while thy plastic hand
Creates each wonder, which thy bard has plann'd y
While, as thy art commands, obsequious rise
Whate'er can please, or frighten, or surprise,
O! let the bard his Knight's protection claim, ] 45
And share, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame!

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HEROIC POSTSCRIPT

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THE PUBLIC,

Occasioned by their favourable reception of a late Heroic
Epistle to Sir William Chambers, Knt. &c.

BY THE AUTHOR OF THAT EPISTLE.

Sicetides iluss, paulo majora canamus. Virc.

I THAT of late, Sir William's Bard, and Squire,
March'd with his helm and buckler on my lyre,
(What time the Knight prick'd forth in ill-starr'd

haste,
Comptroller General of the works of taste),
Now to the public tune my grateful lays, 5

Warm'd with the sun-shine of the public praise:

Verse t. I that of late.]

Hie ego qui quondam, &c.

Virgil, or somebody for him.

Verse 4. Worhs of taste.) Put synonimously for his Majesty's works. See Sir William's title-page.

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Warm'd too with mem'ry of that golden time,

When Alraon gave me reason for my rhyme;

glittering orbs, and, what endear'd them more,

Each glittering orb the sacred features bore 10

Of George the good, the gracious, and the great,

UnfiU'd, unsweated, all of sterling weight;

Or, were they not, they pass'd with current ease,

Good seemings then were good realities:

No Senate had convey'd, by smuggling art, 15

Pow'r to the mob to play Cadogan's part;

Now, thro' the land, that impious pow'r prevails,

All weigh their Sov'reign in their private scales,

And find him wanting, all save me alone;

For, sad to say! my glittering orbs are gone. 20

But ill beseems a poet to repent;

Lightly they came, and full as lightly went.

Peace to their manes! may they never feel

Some keen Scotch banker's unrelenting steel;

Verse 16. Cadogan's part.'] Master of the Mint.

Verse 19. And find him wanting."] Thou art weighej in the balances, and art found wanting. Daniel, chap. viii. verse 27.

While I again the Muse's sickle bring 25

To cut down dunces, wheresoe'er they spring,
Bind in poetic sheaves the plenteous orop,
And stackmy full-ear'd load in Almon's shop.
For now, my Muse, thy fame is fix'd as fate;
Tremble, ye Fools I scorn, ye Knaves I hate: 30
I know the vigour of thy eagle wings,
I-know thy strains can pierce the ear of Kings.
Did China's monarch here in Britain doze,
And was, like western Kings, a King of Prose,
Thy song could cure his Asiatic spleen, 35

And make him wish to see and to be seen;
That solemn rvein of irony so fine,
Which, e'en Reviewers own, adorns thy line,

Verse 34. A King of Prose.] Kien-Long, the present Emperor of China, is a poet. M. de Voltaire did him the honour to treat him as a brother above two years ago; and my late patron, Sir William Chambers, has given a fine and most intelligible prose version of an ode of his Majesty upon tea, in his postscript to his Dissertation. I am, howevejr, vain enough to think, that the Emperor's composition would have appeared still better in my heroic verse: but Sir William--forestalled it; on which account I have entirely broke with Tiim.

Vol. Ii. c

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