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But pois'nous streams must flow from pois'ned springs :
The priests were mortal, and mere men the kings.
What aid from monarchs, mighty to enslave?
What good from teachers, cunning to deceive ?
Allegiance gives defensive arms away ;
And faith usurps imperial reason's fway.

Let civil Rome, from faithful records, tell
What royal blessings from her Nero fell.
When those, prefer'd all grievance to redress,
Bought of their prince a licence to oppress;
When uncorupted merit found no place,
But left the trade of honour to the base.
See industry, by draining impoft curst,
Starve in the harvest, in the vintage thirst !
In vain for help th' insulted matron cries,
'Twas death in husbands to have ears and eyes :
Fatal were beauty, virtue, wealth, or fame
No man in aught a property could claim ;
No, not his sex : strange arts the monster try'd;
And Sporus, spight of nature, was his bride.
Unhurt by foes proud Rome for ages ftands,
Secure from all, but her protector's hands.
Recall your pow’rs, ye Romans, back again ;
Unmake the monarch, and ne'er fear the man.
Naked and scorn'd, see where the abject flies !
And once un-cæsar'd, foon the fidler dies.

Next holy Rome, thy happiness declare ;
While peace and truth watch round the sacred chair.


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Peace !-which from racks and persecution flows !
Mysterious truths!-which every sense oppose !
That Göd made man, was all th' unlearn'd could reach :
That man makes God th' enlighten'd fathers teach.
Men, blind and partial, need a light divine :
Which popes new trim, and teach it how to shine.
Rude nature dreads accusing guilt, unknown
The balmy doctrine, that dead saints atone :
The careful pontiff, merciful to save,
Hoards up a fund of merit from the grave;
And righteous hands the equal balance hold,
Nor weigh it out but to juk sums of gold.
Sole judge, he deals his pardon, or his curse ;
Not heav'n itself the sentence can reverse:
Grac'd with his scepter, aweful with his rod,
This man of fin afurps the seat of God;
Disarm'd and unador'd th' Almighty lies,
And quits to saints his incense, and his skies :
No more the object of our fears, or hope ;
The creature, and the vaffal of the pope.
“ From fanes and cities scar'd, fly fwift away !"
-To the rude Lybian in his wilds a prey.
" The blood-fiain'd sword from the fell tyrant wrest.!
-Thousands unsheath'd shall threat thy naked breast.
" The dogmatists imperious aid disdain !!
- So fink in brutish ignorance again.
“ Is there no medium? must we victims fall
" To one man's Lust, or to the RAGE of all ?

« Is reason doom'd a certain slave to be,
To our blind Passions, or a priest's Decree?”
Hail happy Albion ! whose diftinguish'd plains
This temp'rate mean, fo dearly earn'd, maintains !
Senates, (the will of individuals check’d)
The strength and prudence of the realm collect,
Each yields to all; that each may thence receive
The full assistance, which the whole can give.
For this, thy patriots lawless pow'r withstood,
And bought their children's charter with their blood;
While reverend years, and various letter'd age,
Difpaffion'd open the mysterious page;
Not one alone the various judgment sways,
But prejudice the general voice obeys :
For this, thy martyrs wak'd the bloody ftrife,
Aserting truth with brave contempt of life.
Oh OXFORD! let deliver'd Briton kuow
From thy fam'd seats her several blessings flow.
Th' accouter'd barons, and assisting knights,
In thee prepar'd for council, or for fights,
Plan'd and obtain'd her a civil liberty :
Truth found her fearless witnesses in thee;

* By the Oxford provisions, A. D. 1258; at which time the commons are supposed first to have obtained the privilege of repreJentatives in parliament,

In the imprisonment, disputes, and sufferings of our first reformers, Cranmer, Ridley, and Latimer, at Oxford, A. D.



When, try'd as gold, saints, from thy'tott'ring pyres,
Rose up to heav'n, Elijah-like, in fires !
Peace to thy walls ! and honour to thy name!
May age to age record thy gathering fame!
While thy ftill favour'd seats pour forth their youth,
Brave advocates of liberty and truth!
In fair fucceflion rise to bless the realm !
Fathers in church, and statesmen at the helm !

“ But factious synods thro' resentment err ;
« And venal fenates private good prefer :
• How wild the faith which wrangling fophs dispose !
“ The laws how harsh of penfion'd aye's and no's !”

Wilt thou by no authority be aw'd,
Self-excommunicated, self-outlaw'd ?
Expunge the creed, the decalogue reject ?
If they oblige not, nor will they protect.
You fear no God ;-convinc'd by what you say,
Knaves praise your wit, and swear your lands away.
Corrupt not wives, erase it if you will;
The injur'd husband blots out,- do not kill.
From God his fabbaths steal, for f:ort, not need ;
Why hangs the wretch, who steals thy purse for bread

Or shall each schismatic your faith new mould,
Or fenates stand by patriat mobs contrould?
Drive back, ye floods ! roll, Xanthus, to your spring!
Go, crown the people, and subject the king;
Break rule to pieces, analyse its pow'r,
And every atom to its lord reftore:

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As mixt with knaves, or fools, the weak, or brave,
A dupe, a plague, a tyrant, or a slave.
" What shall I do; how hit the happy mean
$ 'Twixt blind submiffion, and unruly spleen ?
Consult your watch ; you guide your actions by't

its use, tho' not for ever right.
What tho' some think implicit faith be due,
And dine at twelve if their town-clock strike two ?
Or others bravely squir their watch away,
Disdain a guide, and guess the time of day?
They guess so lucky, or their parts fo great,
They come on all affairs, but just too late ;
You neither choose. Nor trav'ling thro' the street,
Correct its hand by ev'ry one you meet ;
Yet fcruple not, if you should find at one
It points to fix, to set it by the Sun.

Aim at the bliss that's suited to thy ftate,
Nor vainly hope for happiness compleat ;
Some bounds imperfect natures must include,
And vice and weakness feel defects of good.
Nor is it blind necessity alone :
Contriving wisdom, in the whole, we own:
And in that wisdom fatisfy'd may truft,
In its restraints, as merciful, as juft.
By these thy selfish pasions it corrects;
By these from wrong thy weakness it protects;
In sovereign power thy safety's heaven's design ;
Some faults permitted, as the scourge of thine,


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