For riches next I felt a flame,
When to my cot old Gripus came
To hold an am'rous parley ;.
For mufic now I chanc'd to burn,
And fondly liften'd in my turn.
To warbling, quavering Charley..
Thus all alike, the fools and wits,
Fops, fidlers, foreigners, and cits,
All charm'd me by rotation;
Then learn from me, ye patriot fair,,
Ne'er make one fingle man your care;,
But figh for all the nation..
ADDED BY MR. HASTINGS, TO MICKLE'S LUSIAD.
In the Tenth Book of the Lufiad of Camoens, the Goddess predicts to Gama the future Conquefts of the Portuguese in India. After detailing the heroic Actions of Pacheco, she laments his Fate in the following Passage, to which Mr.. Haftings continuing the Predictions to his own Times, added the fucceeding Lines, which are diftinguished by in
THE lofty fong, for palenefs o'er her fpread,.
The nymph fufpends, and bows the languid head;,
Her faultering words are breath'd in plaintive fighs,,
Ah! Belifarius! injur'd chief, fhe cries,.
Ah! wipe thy tears; in war thy rival fee,,
Godlike Pacheco falls defpoil'd like thee;.
In him, in thee, dishonour'd Virtue bleeds,
And Valour weeps to view her fairest deeds ;-
Weeps o'er Pacheco where forlorn he lies,
Deep in the dungeon's gloom, and friendlefs dies,,
❝. Yet fhrink not, gallant Lufian, нur repine
"That man's eternal destiny is thine!
"Where'er fuccess th' advent'rous chief befriends,
"Fell malice on his parting ftep attends ;.
"On Britain's candidates for fame await,.
"As now on thee, the ftern decrees of fate.
"Thus are Ambition's fondeft hopes o'er-reach'd,.
“One dies imprison'd,—and one lives impeach'd!”'
UPON A LATE PROMOTION IN THE CHURCH;
IF praifes, fulfomely bestow'd,
Difgrace the flatt'rers who confer 'em ;
Alas! how dirty is the road.
Which leads from Sal'fbury to Durham!!
UPON A LATE PROMOTION IN THE CHURCH.
HIS mitred front, when Sarum rears,
Exalting to his brother Peers
Pitt's wife Administration ;
The Bishop's meaning few can doubt,,
But those who do, may make it out,
By help of a translation.
WITH no mean view I give my vote,
Cries Barrington, the Independent;
While speaking, was his view remote ?
Oh, yes! for Durham was the end on't..
I OWN, fays Shute,
To gain my fuit,
At Shelburne's door I waited,
But fince those days,
(In different ways)
We both have been tranflated..
UPON A LATE PROMOTION IN THE CHURCH
BY THE MARQUIS OF LANSDOWN.
WHENCE all tliis rage, my Lord, with me
Your warmth of temper is furprifing;
I only faid, you feem'd to be
The better of your early rifing.
BISHOPS there are, as fome folks fay,
Who in their stalls, both night and day,
Do little more than flumber :
But fure, if Landfdown's tale be true,,
No man alive will reckon you,
My Lord, amongst the number..
UPON A LATE PROMOTION IN THE CHURCH.
I Am contented with my lot,
Exclaims a younger brother!
One Bishopric from me you got,
Says Lanfdown, and are now fo hot,
Because you want another.
TWO namefakes, expert in a different way,
With fo active a zeal did beftir "em,
That one is tranfported to Botany Bay,
The other tranflated to Durham.
TO vote with Minister or King,
Which, think ye, is the wifeft thing
To get preferment faster ?
One Bishop can this point expound,
Who, having try'd them both, has found
The man the better mafter.
HOWE'ER the Bishop storm'd and blufter'd,
The Marquis was not wrong, they fay;
For had his Lordship not been mußter'd,
He could not have receiv'd his pay.
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