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Completely form'd in every part,

To win the foul, and glad the heart.
The powerful voice, the graceful mien,
Lovely alike, or heard, or feen;
The outward form and inward vie,
His foul bright beaming from his eye,
Ennobling every act and air,
With juft, and generous, and fincere.
Accomplish'd thus, his next refort

Is to the council and the court,
Where Virtue is in leaft repute,

And Intereft the one purfuit;

Where right and wrong are bought and fold,
Barter'd for beauty, and for gold;

Here Manly Virtue, even here,
Pleas'd in the person of a peer,
A peer; a fcarcely-bearded youth,
Who talk'd of juftice and of truth,
Of innocence the fureft guard,
Tales here forgot, or yet unheard;
That he alone deferv'd efteem,
Who was the man he wifh'd to feem;
Call'd it unmanly and unwife,

To lurk behind a mean disguise;

(Give fraudful Vice the mask and fereen,
'Tis Virtue's intereft to be feen ;)
Call'd want of fhame a want of fenfe,
And found, in blushes, eloquence.

Thus, acting what he taught fo well,

He drew dumb Merit from her cell,
Led with amazing art along

The bashful dame, and loos'd her tongue;

And,

And, while he made her value known,
Yet more display'd and rais'd his own.
Thus young, thus proof to all temptations,
He rifes to the highest stations;

For where high honour is the prize,
True Virtue has a right to rise:
Let courtly flaves low bend the knee
To Wealth and Vice in high degree:
Exalted Worth difdains to owe
Its grandeur to its greatest foe.

Now rais'd on high, fee Virtue shows
The godlike ends for which he rofe;
For him, let proud Ambition know
The height of glory here below,
Grandeur, by goodness made complete!
To blefs, is truly to be great!
He taught how men to honour rife,
Like gilded vapours to the fkies,
Which, howsoever they display
Their glory from the god of day,
Their nobleft ufe is to abate
His dangerous excefs of heat,

To fhield the infant fruits and flowers,
And blefs the earth with genial showers.
Now change the scene; a nobler care
Demands him in a higher fphere* :
Distress of nations calls him hence,
Permitted fo by Providence;

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• Lord Carteret had the honour of mediating peace for Sweden with Denmark and with the Czar.

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For models, made to mend our kind,
To no one clime should be confin’d;
And Manly Virtue, like the fun,
His courfe of glorious toils fhould run;
Alike diffufing in his flight

Congenial joy, and life, and light.
Pale Envy fickens, Error flies,
And Discord in his prefence dies;
Oppreffion hides with guilty dread,
And Merit rears her drooping head;
The arts revive, the vallies fing,
And winter softens into fpring:

The wondering world, where'er he moves,

With new delight looks up

and loves;

One fex confenting to admire,
Nor lefs the other to defire;

While he, though feated on a throne,
Confines his love to one alone;

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The reft condemn'd, with rival voice
Repining, do applaud his choice.

Fame now reports, the Weflern Isle
Is made his manfion for a while,
Whose anxious natives, night and day,
(Happy beneath his righteous fway)
Weary the gods with ceafelefs prayer,
To blefs him, and to keep him there;
And claim it as a debt from fate,
Too lately found, to lofe him late.

VERSES.

VERSES on the UPRIGHT JUDGE,

who condemned the DRAPIER'S PRINTER.

HE church I hate, and have good reason;

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For there my grandfire cut his weazand :

He cut his weazand at the altar;

I keep my gullet for the halter.

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ON THE SAM E.

N church your grandfire cut his throat:
To do the job, too long he tarry'd:
He should have had my hearty vote,
To cut his throat before he marry'd.

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SAME.

(The JUDGE fpeaks.)

I'M not the grandson of that afs * Quin;

Nor can you prove it, Mr. Pafquin. My grand-dame had gallants by twenties, And bore my mother by a 'prentice.

This when my grandfire knew, they tell us he In Chrift-church cut his throat for jealousy. And, fince the alderman was mad you fay, Then I must be fo too, ex traduce.

* An Alderman.

VOL. VII.

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RIDDLES,

RIDDLE S.

BY DR. SWIFT AND HIS FRIENDS,

Written in or about the Year 1724.

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IN youth exalted high in air,

Or bathing in the waters fair,
Nature to form me took delight,
And clad my body all in white,
My perfon tall, and flender waist,
On either fide with fringes grac'd;
Till me that tyrant man efpy'd,
And dragg'd me from my mother's fide:
No wonder now I look fo thin ;

The tyrant ftript me to the fkin;

My skin he flay'd, my hair he cropt;
At head and foot my body lopt:

And then, with heart more hard than stone,

He pick'd my marrow from the bone.

To vex me more, he took a freak

To flit my tongue, and make me speak:
But, that which wonderful appears,
I speak to eyes, and not to ears.
He oft' employs me in disguise,
And makes me tell a thousand lies:

To me he chiefly gives in trust

To please his malice or his luft.

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