The worthies of the good old times,

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Ere living vice in verse was varnish'd o'er,
And virtue died without a song.

Support of friendless right, to powerful wrong
A check, behold him in the judgment-seat!
Twice, there, approv'd, in righteousness compleat:
In just awards, how gracious! tempering law
With mercy, and reproving with a winning awe.

ANTIS TROPHE III.

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The balm of wisdom, fpeech refin'd,

Celestial gifts !---Oh, when the nobles meet,
When next, thou fea-furrounded land,

Thy nobles meet at Brunswick's high command,
In vain they shall the charmer's voice defire!
In vain those lips of eloquence require!

That mild conviction, which the foul affails

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By foft alarms, and with a gentle force prevails! 92

E PODE III.

To fuch perfuafion, willing yields
The liberal mind, in freedom train'd,
Freedom, which, in crimson'd fields,
By hardy toil our fathers gain'd,

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Inheritance of long descent!

The facred pledge, fo dearly priz'd
By that blefs'd fpirit we lament:
Grief-eafing lays, by grief devis'd,
Plaintive numbers, gently flowing,
Sooth the forrows to him owing!

STROPHE IV.

Early on his growing heir,
Stamp what time may not impair,

As he grows, that coming years,
Or youthful pleasures, or the vain
Gigantic phantom of the brain

Ambition, breeding monftrous hopes and fears,
Or worthier cares, to youth unknown,
Ennobling manhood, flower of life full-blown,
May never wear the bofom-image faint:

O, let him prove what words but weakly paint,
The lively lovely femblance of his fire,

A model to his fon! that ages may admire!

ANTIS TROPHE IV.

Every virtue, every grace,

Still renewing in the race,

Once thy father's pleafing hope,

Thy widow'd mother's comfort now,

No fuller blifs does heaven allow,

While we behold yon wide-spread azure cope,

With burning ftars thick-lufter'd o'er,

Than to enjoy, and to deferve, a store

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Of treafur'd fame, by blameless deeds acquir'd,
By all unenvied, and by all defired,

Free-gift of men, the tribute of good-will!
Rich in this patrimony fair, increase it still.

E PODE IV.

The fullness of content remains

Above the yet unfathom'd skies,
Where, triumphant, gladness reigns,
Where wishes cease, and pleasures rife
Beyond all wish; where bitter tears
For dying friends are never shed;

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And we are judg'd where favour is not bought.
By him forewarn'd, thou frantic isle,

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How did the thirft of gold thy fons beguile!
Beneath the fpecious ruin thousands groan'd,
By him, alas, forewarn'd, by him bemoan'd.
Where shall his like, on earth, be found? oh, when
Shall I, once more, behold the most belov'd of men!

ANTIS TROPHE V.

Winning afpect! winning mind!

Soul and body aptly join'd!
Searching thought, engaging wit,
Enabled to inftruct, or please,
Uniting dignity with ease,

By nature form'd for every purpose fit,
Endearing excellence!---O, why

Is fuch perfection born, and born to dię?

Or do fuch rare endowments still furvive,

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As plants, remov'd to milder regions thrive,
In one eternal spring? and we bewail

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Where facred friendship, plighted love,
Parental joys, unmix'd with care,
Through perpetual time improve?
Or do the deathlefs bleffed fhare
Sublimer raptures, unreveal'd,
Beyond our weak conception pure?
But, while thofe glories lie conceal'd,
The righteous count the promife fure,
Trials to the last enduring,

To the last their hope fecuring.

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To

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQUIRE.

WH

MAY 1, 1723.

I.

HO, much diftinguish'd, yet is bless'd?
Who, dignified above the reft,

Does, ftill, unenvied live?

Not to the man whose wealth abounds,
Nor to the man whose fame refounds,
Does heaven fuch favour give,

Nor to the noble-born, nor to the strong,
Nor to the gay, the beautiful, or young,

II.

Whom then, fecure of happiness,
Does every eye beholding blefs,

And every tongue commend?

Him, Pulteney, who, poffeffing store,
Is not folicitous of more,

Who, to mankind a friend,

Nor envies, nor is envied by, the great,
Polite in courts, polite in his retreat:

III.

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Whofe unambitious, active foul,

Attends the welfare of the whole,

When public ftorms arise,
And, in the calm, a thousand ways

Diverfifies his nights and days,
Still elegantly wife;

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