Upon one who was brib'd whilft he was at Church to Vote contrary to his Promife.
NE Hand and Eye erect, were close engag'd
In Pray'r, and holy War with Heav'n wag'd;
The other Eye obliquely view'd the Gold,
Which into t'other Hand was flily told:
What! brib'd within the confecrated Walls!
Strange Magick Pow'r of Gold to hush the Calls
Of facred Promises, dissolve the Ties
Of Oaths! was this thy Morning-Sacrifice?
Transcendent Knave! who could have clofer trod,
Thy Friend Iscariot's Steps, who fold his God?
Tranfcript of Judas! Go, refund the Pelf,
Then, like thy great Exemplar, hang thy felf.
STATUA
In Gloriofam Memoriam
GEORGIJ
Primi, Magna Britannia, Regis.
Draconem peftiferum rurfus ingruentem
Facile repreffit, delevit,
Populumq; periclitantem
A Servitute atque Interitu vindicavit.
Georgio Liberatori
Pofteritatique Sue
Felix, Fauftum ac Sempiternum
Conscience.
ONSCIENCE, thou home-felt Friend, or
Impartial Arbiter of Blifs, or Woe;
From thee in vain, with hafty Speed we run,
We carry with us what our Flight would fhun.
Thee, the proud Victor, 'midft his Triumphs hears,
Without elated, but within he fears,
Tho' Murmurs break from his applauding Crowd,
Thy Voice is gentle but it fpeaks as loud;
Thy fecret Whisper checks his mounting Pride,
Externals vail thee, yet they cannot hide.
Unfeen Companion of our Day-light Schemes,
Secret Awak'ner of our Mid-night Dreams;
In vain the warbling Lyre, or flowing Bowl,
Defy thy Force, or would thy Pow'r controul;
You enter filent with a careful Wing,
And pall the Draught, and figh upon the String.
Atheists, with Vanity of Wit undone,
See thee at distance
and cry out be gone.
an Interval of Mirth fucceeds,
Deep in the Heart increasing Folly breeds;
Till fome new Stroke the giddy Mind alarms,
And Fear returning gives thee double Arms.
Then, ye fad Sons of Shame and Sorrow tell
How deep the Torture, and how fierce the Hell!
A Hell, that does like Starts of Madness fhew,
But diff'rent in the Pain
Like one furrounded with a Ring of Swords,
Where Fate no Paffage for the Limbs affords;
He fears them all, from all he fearing bounds,
And only proves Variety of Wounds.
Such are the Stings that angry Confcience darts,
So preffes ev'ry way the guilty Hearts.
But, O! thou art not always thus
Thou canst as well compofe the troubled Breast.
When Man reviews himself with Thought fincere,
And fees his. Actions fair, his Bosome clear;
No unrepented Trace of Sin behind,
To taint and rankle in the fester'd Mind,
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