When gl-ps fay,

We're bound our great light to display,
And Indian darkness drive away,

Yet none but drunken watchmen fend,
And fcoundrel link-boys for that end;

When they cry up this holy war,

Which ev'ry christian should be for,

Yet fuch as owe the law their ears

We find employ'd as engineers:

This view

my forward zeal fo shocks,
In vain they hold the money-box;
At fuch a conduct, which intends

By vitious mean's fuch virtuous ends,
I laugh off spleen, and keep my pence
From spoiling Indian innocence.

YET philofophic love of ease
I fuffer not to prove disease,
But rife up in the virtuous cause
Of a free prefs, and equal laws.

The press restrain'd! nefandous thought!
In vain our fires have nobly fought.

While free from force the prefs remains,

Virtue and freedom chear our plains,

And learning largeffes beftows,

And keeps uncenfur'd open houfe.

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We to the nation's public mart

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Our works of wit, and fchemes of art,

The prefs from her fecundous womb

Brought forth the arts of Greece and Rome;

Her offspring, fkill'd in logick war,

Truth's banner way'd in open air ;
The monster Superftition fled,

And hid in shades its Gorgon head;

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And

And lawless pow'r the long-kept field,

By reafon quell'd, was forc❜d to yield.

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This nurse of arts, and freedom's fence
To chain, is treason against sense:
And, Liberty, thy thousand tongues
None filence, who design no wrongs;
For those, that use the gag's restraint,
First rob, before they ftop complaint.

SINCE disappointment galls within,
And fubjugates the foul to spleen;

Most schemes, as money-fnares, I hate,

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And bite not at projectors bait.

Sufficient wrecks appear each day,

And yet

fresh fools are caft away.

E'er well the bubbled can turn round,

Their painted veffel runs a-ground;

Or in deep feas it oversets

By a fierce hurricane of debts;

Or helm-directors in one trip,

Freight first embezzled, fink the fhip.

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Such

Such was of late a corporation,

The brazen ferpent of the nation,

Which, when hard accidents distress'd,

The poor must look at to be bleft,

And thence expect with paper feal'd

By fraud and uf'ry to be heal'd.

I IN no foul-consumption wait Whole years at levees of the great, And hungry hopes regale the while On the spare diet of a smile. There you may fee the idol ftand

With mirrour in his wanton hand;

Above, below, now here, now there

He throws about the funny glare:

Crowds pant, and prefs to feize the prize,
The gay delufion of their eyes.

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WHEN fancy tries her limning skill

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To draw and colour at her will,

And

And raise and round the figures well,
And fhew her talent to excel,

I guard my heart, left it should woo
Unreal beauties, fancy drew,

And disappointed feel despair

At lofs of things, that never were.

WHEN I lean politicians mark

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Grazing on æther in the park,

Who e'er on wing with open throats

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Fly at debates, expreffes, votes,

Juft in the manner fwallows ufe,

Catching their airy food of news,

Whose latrant ftomachs oft moleft

The deep-laid plans, their dreams fuggeft; 465

Or fee fome poet penfive fit,

Fondly mistaking fpleen for wit,

Who, tho' fhort-winded, ftill will aim
To found the epic trump of fame,

Who