HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE IX. LATE LORD MAYOR OF DUBLIN. PATRON of the tuneful throng, Ancient Homer, princely bard! ESQ.1 Warns, instructs, and pleases well. Gentle Sappho, love-sick muse, Warms the heart with amorous fire; Originally annexed to the Presbyterians' Plea of Merit. 1731.---Scott. Still her tenderest notes infuse Melting rapture, soft desire. Beauteous Helen, young and gay, By a painted fopling won, Nor young Teucer's slaughtering bow, Sow'd the field with hostile blood. Many valiant chiefs of old Greatly lived and died before Agamemnon, Grecian bold, Waged the ten years' famous war. But their names, unsung, unwept, Unrecorded, lost and gone, Long in endless night have slept, And shall now no more be known. Virtue, which the poet's care Has not well consign'd to fame, Lies, as in the sepulchre Some old king, without a name. But, O Humphry, great and free, While my tuneful songs are read, Old forgetful Time on thee Dark oblivion ne'er shall spread. When the deep cut notes shall fade On the mouldering Parian stone, On the brass no more be read The perishing inscription; Forgotten all the enemies, Envious G-n's cursed spite, And outshine th' unclouded sun. And falsehood and dishonesty More than death abhors and flies: Flies from death!-no, meets it brave, When the suffering so severe May from dreadful bondage save Clients, friends, or country dear. This the sovereign man, complete ; Hero; patriot; glorious; free; Rich and wise; and good and great; Generous Humphry, thou art he. ON MR. PULTENEY'S1 BEING PUT OUT OF THE COUNCIL. 1731. SIR ROBERT, wearied by Will Pulteney's teasings, Resolved that Will and he should meet no more, Ev'n quit the house, for thou too long hast sat in't, It bears a moral when applied to you. A hare had long escaped pursuing hounds, By often shifting into distant grounds; 'Right Honourable William Pulteney, Esq. since Earl of Bath.---F. 2 Sir Robert Walpole, Knight of the Garter, chief Minister of State, who resigned all his employments, December 4, 1741, and, on the 19th of February following, was created Earl of Orford. His lordship died the 18th of March, 1745-6, in the 70th year of his age.---F. Till, finding all his artifices vain, To save his life he leap'd into the main. Behold a foe more fierce than all the rest: Thus was the hare pursued, though free from guilt; Thus, Bob, shalt thou be maul'd, fly where thou wilt. Thou art not half so nimble as a hare : This hunting ended in the promotion of Will and Bob. Bob was no longer first minister, but Earl of Orford; and Will was no longer his opponent, but Earl of Bath.---H. |