See thronging millions to the Pagod run, In foldier, churchman, patriot, man in pow'r, Yet may this verfe (if such a verse remain). DIALOGUE II. F. 'TIS all a libel-Paxton (Sir) will fay, In rev'rence to the fins of Thirty-nine ! may E.. Yea } F. Yet none but you by name the guilty lafh; P. How, Sir! not damn the fharper, but the dice Ye tradefmen, vile, in army, court, or hall! Ye rev'rend Atheists. F. Scandal! name them; who? F. The pois'ning dame you mean,-P. I don't.. P. See, now I keep the fecret, and not you! F. A Dean, Sir? no; his fortune is not made; You hurt a man that's rifing in the trade. P. If P. If not the tradefman who fet up to-day, Much lefs the 'prentice who to-morrow may, Down, down, proud fatire! tho' a realm be spoil'd, Arraign no mightier thief than wretched Wild; Or, if a court or country's made a job, Go drench a pickpocket, and join the mob. But, Sir, I beg you (for the love of vice!) The matter's weighty, pray confider twice; Have you lefs pity for the needy cheat, The poor and friendlefs villain, then the great ? Alas! the fmall difcredit of a bribe Scarce hurts the Lawyer, but undoes the Scribe, To tax Directors, who, thank God, have plums; May pinch even there F. Stop! ftop! why lay it on a king, P. Muft fatire, then, nor rife nor fall ? Speak out, and bid me blame no rogues at all. F. Yes, ftrike that Wild, I-ll juftify the blow. P. Strike? why the man was hang'd ten years ago; Who now that obfolete example fears? Even Peter trembles only for his ears. F. What always Peter? Peter thinks you mad ; -You make men defp'rate, if they once are bad: Elfe might he take to virtue fome years hence→ P. As S-k, if he lives, will love the Prince. F. Strange fpleen to Sk! P. De God knows, I praise a Courtier where I can. Even in a Bishop I can fpy defert ; Secker is decent, Rundel has a heart : ? But does the Court a worthy man remove That inftant, I declare, he has my love; I fhun his zenith, court his mild decline ; Thus Somers once, and Halifax were mine. Oft, in the clear ftill mirrour of retreat, I ftudied Shrewsbury, the wife and great; Carleton's calm fenfe, and Stanhope's noble flame Compar'd, and knew their gen'rous end the fame : How pleafing Atterbury's fofter hour! How fhin'd the foul, unconquer'd in the Tow'r: While Roman spirit charms, and attic wit ? Names Names, which I long have lov'd, nor lov'd in vain, Rank'd with their friends, not number'd with their train; And if yet higher the proud lift should end, Still let me fay, No follower, but a friend. Yet think not, friendship only prompts my lays; Din'd with the Man of Rofs, or my Lord Mayor Some in their choice of friends (nay, look not grave) Have ftill a fecret bias to a knave: To find an honeft man I beat about, And love him, court him, praise him, in or out, P. Not fo fierce; Find you the virtue, and I'll find the verse. For him the weeps, for him the weds again. What |