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As those who long have stood the Storms of
Retire, yet still bemoan their country's Fate.
Beware, and when you hear the Surges roar,
Avoid the Rocks on Britain's angry Shore:
They lye, alas! too easy to be found,
For thee alone they lye the Island round,
To Dr. Delany, occafond by his
Epiftle to his Excellency John Lord
Written in the Year 1729.
ELUDED Mortals, whom the Great
Chuse for Companions tete à tete;
Who at their Dinners, en famille,
Get Leave to fit whene'er you will;
Then, boasting tell us where you din'd,
And, how his Lordship was so kind;
How many pleasant Things he spoke,
Änd, how ġou laugh'd at ev'ry Joke:
Swear, he's a most facetious Man :
That you and he are Cup and Cann.
You travel with á heavy Load,
And quite mistake Preferment's Road.
SUPPOSE my Lord and you alone;
Hint the least Int'rest of
His Visage drops, he knits his Brow,
He cannot talk of Bus'ness now:
Or, mention but a vacant Post,
He'll turn it off with, Name your foaft
Nor could the nicest Artist paint,
A Countenance with more Constraint,
For, as their Appetites to quench,
Lords keep a Pimp to bring a Wench;
So, Men of Wit are but a Kind
Of Pandars to a vicious Mind;
Who proper Objects must provide
To gratify their Luft of Pride,
When weary'd with Intrigues of State;
They find an idle Hour to prate.
Then, shou'd you dare to ask a Place,
You forfeit all your Patron's Grace,
And disappoint the sole Design,
For which he sunimon'd you to dine.
Thus, Congreve spent, in writing Plays,
And one poor Office, half his Days;
While Moient ague, who claim'd the Station
To be Mecanäs of the Nation,
For Poets open Table kept,
But ne'er confider'd where they slept:
Himself, as rich as Fifty Jews,
Was easy, though they wanted Shoes ;
And, crazy Congreve scarce cou'd spare
A Shilling to dischårge his Chair ;
Till Prudence taught him to appeal
From Dean's Fire to Party Zeal;
Not owing to his happy Vein
The Fortunes of his lacter Scene;
Took proper Principles to thrive;
And so might ev'ry Dunce alive
Thus, Steel who own'd what others writ,
And flourish'd by imputed Wit,
From Perils of a Hundred Jayls, -
Withdrew to starve, and die in Wales.
Thus Gay, the * Hare with many Friends,
Twice fev'n long Years the Court attends;
Who, under Tales conveying Truth,
To Virtue form'd a princely Youth :
Who paid his Courtship with the Croud,
As far as modeft Pride allow'd;
Rejects a servile Uber's Place,
And leaves St. James's in Disgrace.
Thus Addison, by Lords caress't,
Was left in foreign Lands distress't;
Forgot at home, became for Hire,
A trav'lling Tutor to a Squire.
But, wisely left the Muses Hill;
To Bus’ness shap'd the Poet's Quill,
Let all his barren Lawrels fade;
himself the Courtier's Trade: And
grown Minister of State, Saw Poets at his Levee wait.