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the Word; the cruel arrow sped; And Popelies number'd with the mighty Dead ! Resign’d he fell; fuperior to the dart, That quench'd its rage in Your's and BRITAIN'S
Heart : You mourn: but BRITAIN, lull'd in rest profound, (Unconscious Britain !) slumbers o'er her wound. 6 Exulting Dulness ey'd the setting Light, And Aapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night : Rouz’d at the signal, Guilt collects her train, And counts the Triumphs of her growing Reign: 10 With inextinguishable rage they burn; And Snake-hung Envy hisses o'er his Urn: Th’envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam, To blast the Laurel that surrounds his Tomb.
But You, O WARBURTON! whose eye refin'd 15 Can see the greatness of an honest mind; Can see each Virtue and each Grace unite, And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight;
You visit oft his awful Page with Care,
In ev'ry Breast there burns an active flame, The Love of Glory, or the Dread of Shame: 30 The Passion ONE, tho' various it appear, As brighten'd into Hope, or dimm'd by Fear. The lisping Infant, and the hoary Sire, And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire : The Charms of Praise the Coy, the Modest wooe, 35 And only fly, that Glory may pursue: She; Pow'r-resistless, rules the wise and great, Bends ev’n reluctant Hermits at her feet;
I Haụnts the proud City, and the lowly Shade, And sways alike the Scepter and the Spade. 40
Thus Heav'n in Pity wakes the friendly Flame, To urge Mankind on Deeds that merit Fame :
But Man, vain Man, in folly only wise,
Thus still imperious NATURE plies her part; And still her Dictates work in ev'ry heart. Each Pow'r that fov'reign Nature bids enjoy, 55 Man may corrupt, but Man can ne'er destroy.. Like mighty rivers, with resistless force The Passions rage, obstructed in their course; Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, And drown those Virtues which they fed before. 60
And sure, the deadliest Foe to Virtue's flame,
65 We seek our Virtues in each other's breast;
Blind to ourselves, adopt each foreign Vice,
Behold, yon Wretch, by impious fashion driv'n, 75 Believes and trembles while he scoffs at Heav'n. By weakness strong, and bold thro' fear alone, He dreads the fneer by shallow Coxcombs thrown ; Dauntless pursues the path Spinoza trod; To Man a Coward, and a Brave to God. 80
Faith, Justice, Heav'n itself now quit their hold, When to falfe Fame the captiv'd heart is sold :
Ver. 80. T. Man a Coward, etc.)
Vois tu ce Libertin en public intrepide,
que par Poltronnerie.
BOILEAU, Ep. iii.
Hence, blind to truth, relentless. Cato dy'd ;
Hence SATIRE's pow'r: 'Tis her corrective part, To calm the wild disorders of the heart.
go She points the arduous height where Glory lies, And teaches mad Ambition to be wise: In the dark bofom wakes the fair desire, Draws good from ill, a brighter Aame from fire; Strips black Oppression of her gay disguise, 95 And bids the Hag in native horror rise ; Strikes tow'ring Pride and lawless Rapine dead, And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head,
Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin’d Pow'r, Thoʻ oft the mourn those ills she cannot cure. 100 The Worthy court her, and the Worthless fear; Who fhun her piercing eye, that eye revere. Her awful Voice the Vain and Vile obey, And ev'ry Foe to Wisdom feels her sway. Smarts, Pedants, as the smiles, no more are vain; 105 Desponding Fops resign the clouded cane :