Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat Se? Juv.

HOUGH grief and fondness in
grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

THOUGH

When injur'd THALES bids the town farewel, Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend;

JUV. SAT. III.

a Quamvis digreffu veteris confufus amici;
Laudo, tamen, vacuis quod fedem figere Cumis
Deftinet, atque unum civem donare Sibyllæ.

Who

Who now refolves, from vice and LONDON far,
To breathe in diftant fields a purer air,
And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary shore,

Give to St. David one true Briton more.

b

For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand? There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares, with age decay; Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head,

And here a female atheist talks

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you dead.

While THALES waits the wherry that contains
Of diffipated wealth the small remains,

On Thames's bank in filent thought we stood,
Where Greenwich fmiles upon the filver flood.

Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburræ.

Nam quid tam miferum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere incendia, lapfus
Tectorum affiduos, et mille pericula fævæ
Urbis, & Augufto recitantes mense poetas?

Sed, dum tota domus rhedâ componitur unâ,
Subftitit ad veteres arcus.

Struck

Struck with the feat that

gave

*Eliza birth,

We kneel, and kifs the confecrated earth;
In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew,

And call Britannia's glories back to view;
Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain.
Ere masquerades debauch'd, excife opprefs'd,

Or English honour grew a ftanding jeft.

A tranfient calm the happy fcenes beftow,
And for a moment lull the fenfe of woe.

At length awaking with contemptuous frown,
Indignant THALES eyes the neighb'ring town.

d

a Since worth, he cries, in these degen❜rate days Wants ev❜n the cheap reward of empty praise; In those curs❜d walls, devote to vice and gain, Since unrewarded fcience toils in vain; Since hope but fooths to double my distress, And every moment leaves my little less;

d Hic tunc Umbricius: Quando artibus, inquit, honeftis
Nullus in urbe locus, nulla emolumenta laborum,

Res hodie minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras
Deteret exiguis aliquid: proponimus illuc

Ire, fatigatas ubi Dedalus exuit alas;

Dum nova canities

Queen Elizabeth born at Greenwich.

While yet my steady steps no staff sustains,
And life ftill vig'rous revels in my veins ;

Grant me, kind heaven, to find some happier place,
Where honefty and sense are no difgrace;

live here, for

Some pleasing bank where verdant ofiers play,
Some peaceful vale with nature's painting gay;
Where once the harrafs'd Briton found repofe,
And fafe in poverty defy'd his foes;
Some fecret cell, ye pow'rs, indulgent give:
f Let
has learn'd to live.
Here let those reign, whom penfions can incite
To vote a patriot black, a courtier white;
Explain their country's dear-bought rights away,
And plead for pirates in the face of day;
With flavish tenets taint our poison'd youth,
And lend a lye the confidence of truth.

Let fuch raise palaces, and manors buy,
Collect a tax, or farm a lottery,
With warbling eunuchs fill a licens'd stage,
And lull to fervitude a thoughtlefs age.

et pedibus me

Porto meis, nullo dextram fubeunte bacillo.
f Cedamus patriâ: vivant Arturius iftic

Et Catulus: maneant qui nigra in candida vertunt.
s Queis facile eft ædem conducere, flumina, portus,
Siccandam eluviem, portandum ad bufta cadaver.-
Munera nunc edunt.

Heroes,

Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold ? What check restrain your thirst of pow'r and gold? Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown,

Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own.
To fuch, a groaning nation's spoils are giv'n,
When public crimes inflame the wrath of heav'n:
" But what, my friend, what hope remains for me,
Who start at theft, and blush at perjury?
Who scarce forbear, though BRITAIN'S court he fing,
To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing;
A statesman's logic unconvinc'd can hear,
And dare to flumber o'er the Gazetteer;
Despise a fool in half his penfion dress'd,
And strive in vain to laugh at H▬▬y's jest.

'i Others with fofter fmiles, and fubtler art,
Can fap the principles, or taint the heart;
With more address a lover's note convey,
Or bribe a virgin's innocence away.

Well may they rife, while I, whose ruftic tongue
Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong,

Quid Romæ faciam ? mentiri nescio: librum,
Si malus eft, nequeo laudare & pofcere.

-Ferre ad nuptas, quæ mittit adulter,
Quæ mandat, norint alii: me nemo miniftro
Fur erit, atque ideo nulli comes exeo.

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