b Has heaven referv'd, in pity to the poor,
No pathless wafte or undiscover'd shore ?
No fecret ifland in the boundless main ?
No peaceful defart yet unclaim'd by SPAIN?
Quick let us rife, the happy feats explore,
And bear oppreffion's infolence no more.
This mournful truth is ev'ry where confefs'd,
© SLOW RISES WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'D:
But here more flow, where all are flaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and fmiles are fold;
Where won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd,
The groom retails the favours of his lord.
But hark! th' affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries Roll through the streets and thunder to the skies: Rais'd from fome pleafing dream of wealth and power, Some pompous palace or fome blissful bow'r, Aghaft you start, and scarce with aking fight Suftain th' approaching fire's tremendous light; Swift from purfuing horrors take your way, And leave your little ALL to flames a prey;
Debuerant olim tenues migrasse Quirites.
Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obftat
Res angufta domi; fed Roma durior illis
Conatus
Cogimur, cultis augere peculia fervis.
Then thro' the world a wretched vagrant roam,
For where can ftarving merit find a home?
In vain your mournful narrative disclose,
While all neglect, and most insult your woes.
Should heaven's juft bolts Orgilio's wealth confound,
And spread his flaming palace on the ground,
Swift o'er the land the difmal rumour flies,
And publick mournings pacify the skies;
The laureat tribe in fervile verfe relate,
How virtue wars with perfecuting fate;
f With well-feign'd gratitude the penfion'd band
Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land.
See! while he builds, the gaudy vassals come,
And crowd with sudden wealth the rifing dome;
The price of boroughs and of fouls restore;
And raise his treasures higher than before.
Now blefs'd with all the baubles of the great,
The polish'd marble, and the shining plate,
Orgilio fees the golden pile afpire,
And hopes from angry heav'n another fire.
Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem
Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit.
Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater,
Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet,
Conferat impenfas: hic, &c.
Hic modum argenti.
Meliora, ac plura reponit
Perficus orborum lautiffimus.
"Could't thou refign the park and play content, For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent;
There might'ft thou find some elegant retreat,
Some hireling fenator's deferted feat;
And ftretch thy prospects o'er the smiling land,
For less than rent the dungeons of the Strand;
There prune thy walks, fupport thy drooping flow'rs,
Direct thy rivulets, and twine thy bow'rs;
And, while thy beds a cheap repast afford,
Defpife the dainties of a venal lord.
There ev'ry bush with nature's musick rings,
There ev'ry breeze bears health upon its wings;
On all thy hours fecurity fhall fmile,
And blefs thy evening walk and morning toil.
Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, And fign your will before you fup from home,
* Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who fleeps on brambles till he kills his man ;
Si potes avelli Circenfibus, optima Soræ,
Aut Fabraterie domus, aut Frufinone paratur,
Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum.
Hortulus hic
Vive bidentis amans, & culti villicus horti,
Unde epulum poffis centum dare Pythagorais.
Poffis ignavus haberi,
Et fubiti cafus improvidus, ad cænam fi
Ebrius et petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit,
Dat pænas, noctem patitur lugentis amicum
Peleida.
Some frolick drunkard, reeling from a feast,
Provokes a broil, and ftabs you for a jeft
1 Yet ev❜n these heroes, mifchievously gay,
Lords of the street, and terrors of the way;
Flush'd as they are with folly, youth and wine,
Their prudent infults to the poor confine;
Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach,
And fhun the shining train, and golden coach.
m In vain these dangers paft, your doors you close,
And hope the balmy blessings of repose:
Cruel with guilt and daring with despair,
The midnight murd'rer burfts the faithlefs bar;
Invades the facred hour of filent reft,
And plants, unfeen, a dagger in your breast.
" Scarce can our fields, fuch crowds at Tyburn die, With hemp the gallows and the fleet fupply. Propose your schemes, ye fenatorian band,
Whose ways and means fupport the finking land;
Left ropes be wanting in the tempting spring,
To rig another convoy for the k- g.
Sed, quamvis improbus annis,
Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina lana
Vitari jubet, et comitum longiffimus ordo,
Multum præterea flammarum, atque ænea lampas.
m Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas: nam qui poliet te
Non deerit: claufis domibus, &c.
? Maximus in vinclis ferri modus: ut timeas ne
Vomer deficiat, ne marre et farcula defint.
A fingle jail, in ALFRED's golden reign,
Could half the nation's criminals contain ;
Fair Justice then, without constraint ador'd,
Held high the steady scale, but deep'd the sword;
No spies were paid, no fpecial juries known,
Bleft age! but ah! how diff'rent from our own!
P Much could I add, but fee the boat at hand,
The tide retiring calls me from the land:
Farewel!-When youth, and health, and fortune spent,
Thou fly'it for refuge to the wilds of Kent;
And tir'd like me with follies and with crimes,
In angry numbers warn'ft fucceeding times;
Then shall thy friend, nor thou refuse his aid,
Still foe to vice, forfake his Cambrian shade;
In virtue's caufe once more exert his rage,
Thy fatire point, and animate thy page.
• Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas
Secula, quæ quondam fub regibus atque tribunis
Viderunt uno contentam carcere Romam.
P His alias poteram, & plures fubnettere caufas:
Sed jumenta vocant.
· Ergo vale noftri memor: & quoties te
Roma tuo refici properantem reddet Aquino,
Me quoque ad Eleufinam Cererem, veftramque Dianam
Convelle a Cumis: fatirarum ergo, ni pudet illas,
Adjutor gelidos veniam caligatus in agros,
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