To the Right Hon. HENRY PELHAM, Efq; HE humble Petition of the worshipful company of TH SHEWETH, THAT your honour's petitioners (dealers in rhymes, And writers of fcandal, for mending the times) By loffes in bus'ness, and England's well-doing, Are funk in their credit, and verging on ruin. That these, their misfortunes, they humbly conceive, Arife not from dulnefs, as fome folks believe, But from rubs in their way, that your honour has laid, That they always had form'd high conceits of their use, No party will join 'em, To heed what they fay, no faction invite or to read what they write ; Sedition, and Tumult, and Difcord are fled, And Slander fcarce ventures to lift up her head In short, publick bus'nefs is fo carry'd on, To perplex 'em ftill more, and fure famine to bring (Now fatire has loft both its truth and its sting) If, in fpite of their natures, they bungle at praife, Your honour regards not, and nobody pays. YOUR Petitioners therefore most humbly entreat By which your petitioners, haply, might thrive, Senate-Houfe at Cambridge July 1, 1749, By Mr. MASON, Fellow of Pembroke-Hall. Set to Mufick by Mr. Boyce, Composer to his Majefty. Recitative. TERE all thy active fires diffuse, Recitative. H Thou genuine British Muse; Cloth'd in thy heav'n-wove robe of harmony. Air I. Come, imperial queen of fong; Which lifts thee from the fervile throng, Which speaks thee of celestial line; Recitative. The elevated foul, who feels Thy aweful impulfe, walks the fragrant ways He with impartial justice deals The blooming chaplets of immortal lays : And nobly thron'd in Truth's meridian sphere, Full on fair Virtue's fhrine he pours the Air II. III. rays of fame. Goddess! thy piercing eye explores The purple in the eastern dawn, Or all thofe tints, which rang'd in vivid glow Mark the bold sweep of the celeftial bow. R 4 IV. Recitative. IV. Recitative. But chief fhe lifts her tuneful tranfports high, When to her intellectual eye The mental beauties rife in moral dignity ♦ The facred zeal for Freedom's cause, With which mild Genius warms the Sage's heart, Or ftretch to ampler bounds the wide domain of art. Air III. Thefe, the beft bloffoms of the virtuous mind, She culls with taste refin'd; From their ambrofial bloom With bee-like skill fhe draws the rich perfume, In the foft balm of her mellifluous lay. V. Recitative. Is there a clime, where all these beauties rife In one collected radiance to her eyes? Is there a plain, whofe genial foil enhales Glory's invigorating gales, Her brightest beams where Emulation spreads, Chorus I. |