T' indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue;
(For what kings deem a toil, as well they may, To him is relaxation and mere play)
To win no praise when well-wrought plans prevail,
But to be rudely cenfur'd when they fail;
To doubt the love his fav'rites may pretend,
And in reality to find no friend;
If he indulge a cultivated taste,
His gall'ries with the works of art well grac'd,
To hear it call'd extravagance and waste;
If these attendants, and if such as these,
Muft follow royalty, then welcome ease;
However humble and confin'd the sphere,
Happy the state that has not these to fear.
A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative
On fituations that they never felt,
Start up fagacious, covered with the duft
Of dreaming study and pedantic rust,
And prate and preach about what others prove,
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares;
They have their weight to carry, subjects their's;
Poets, of all men, ever least regret
Increasing taxes and the nation's debt.
Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse
The mighty plan, oracular, in verse,
No bard, howe'er majestic, old or new,
Should claim my fixt attention more than you.
B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay
To turn the course of Helicon that way;
Nor would the nine consent the sacred tide
Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside,
Or tinkle in 'Change Alley, to amufe
The leathern ears of stock-jobbers and jews.
A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent, if less sublime. When minifters and ministerial arts; Patriots, who love good places at their hearts; When admirals, extoll'd for standing still, Or doing nothing with a deal of skill; Gen'rals, who will not conquer when they may, Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay; When freedom, wounded almost to defpair, Though discontent alone can find out where; When themes like these employ the poet's tongue, I hear as mute as if a fyren fung.
Or tell me, if you can, what pow'r maintains
A Britain's scorn of arbitrary chains?
That were a theme might animate the dead,
And move the lips of poets caft in lead.
B. The cause, though worth the search, may
yet elude
Conjecture and remark, however shrewd.
They take, perhaps, a well-directed aim,
Who feek it in his climate and his frame.
Lib'ral in all things else, yet nature here
With stern severity deals out the year.
Winter invades the spring, and often pours
A chilling flood on fummer's drooping flow'rs;
Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams,
Ungenial blafts attending, curl the streams;
The peafants urge their harvest, ply the fork
With double toil, and shiver at their work;
Thus with a rigour, for his good design'd,
She rears her fav'rite man of all mankind.
His form robust and of elastic tone,
Proportion'd well, half muscle and half bone,
Supplies with warm activity and force
A mind well-lodg'd, and mafculine of course.
Hence liberty, sweet liberty inspires,
And keeps alive, his fierce but noble fires.
Patient of constitutional controul,
He bears it with meek manliness of foul;
But, if authority grow wanton, woe
To him that treads upon his free-born toe,
One ftep beyond the bound'ry of the laws
Fires him at once in freedom's glorious cause.
Thus proud prerogative, not much rever'd,
Is seldom felt, though sometimes feen and heard;
And in his cage, like parrot fine and gay,
Is kept, to strut, look big, and talk away.
Born in a climate softer far than our's,
Not form'd like us, with such Herculean pow'rs,
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brifk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away:
He drinks his fimple bev'rage with a guft;
And, feafting on an onion and a cruft,
We never feel th' alacrity and joy
With which he shouts and carols, Vive le Roy,
Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee,
As if he heard his king fay-Slave, be free.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
Vigilant over all that he has made,
Kind Providence attends with gracious aid;
Bids equity throughout his works prevail,
And weighs the nations in an even scale;
He can encourage flav'ry to a smile,
And fill with discontent a British ifle.
A. Freeman and flave, then, if the cafe be such,
Stand on a level; and you prove too much:
If all men indiscriminately share
His foft'ring pow'r, and tutelary care,
As well be yok'd by despotism's hand,
As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land.
B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That flaves, howe'er contented, never know. The mind attains, beneath her happy reign, The growth that nature meant she should attain; The varied fields of science, ever new, Op'ning and wider op'ning on her view, She ventures onward with a prosp'rous force, While no base fear impedes her in her course: Religion, richest favour of the skies, Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes;
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