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Bid Harbours open, public Ways extend,
Bid Temples, worthier of the God, afcend;
Bid the broad Arch the dang'rous Flood contain,
The Mole projected break the roaring Main;
Back to his bounds their fubject fea command,
And roll obedient Rivers thro' the Land:
Thefe Honours, Peace to happy Britain brings,
Thefe are Imperial Works, and worthy Kings.

MORAL ESSAYS.

EPISTLE V.

To Mr. ADDISON.

Occafion'd by his Dialogues on MEDALS.

EE the wild Waite of all-devouring years!

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How Rome her own fad fepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread ! The very Tombs now vanish like their dead!

EPISTLE V.] This was originally written in the year 1715, when Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of Medals; it was fome time before he was Secretary of State; but not publifhed 'till Mr. Tickell's Edition of his works; at which time the verses on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, were added, viz. in 1720.

As the third Epiftle treated of the extremes of Avarice and Profufion; and the fourth took up one particular branch of the latter, namely, the vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality, and was therefore a corollary to the third; fo this treats of one circumftance of that Vanity, as it appears in the common collectors of old coins; and is, therefore, a corollary to the fourth.

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Imperial wonders rais'd on Nations spoil'd,
Where mix'd with Slaves the groaning Martyr toil'd:
Huge Theatres, that now unpeopled Woods,
Now drain'd a diftant country of her Floods :
Fanes, which admiring Gods with pride furvey,
Statues of Men, fcarce lefs alive than they!
Some felt the filent ftroke of mould'ring age,
Some hoftile fury, fome religious rage.
Barbarian blindnefs, Chriftian zeal confpire,
And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.

Perhaps, by its own ruins fav'd from flame,
Some bury'd marble half preferves a name;
That Name the learn'd with fierce difputes purfue,
And give to Titus old Vefpafian's due.

Ambition figh'd: She found it vain to trust

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VER. 6. Where mix'd with flaves the groaning Martyr toil'd:} The inattentive reader might wonder how this circumftance came to find a place here. But let him compare it with y 13, 14 and he will fee the Reafon,

Barbarian blindnefs, Chriftian zeal confpire,

And Papa' piety, and Gothic fire.

For the Slaves mentioned in the 6th line were of the fame nation with the Barbarians in the 13th: and the Chriftians in the 13th, the Succeffors of the Martyrs in the 6th: Providence ordaining, that these should ruin what those were fo injuriously employed in rearing: for the poet never lofeth fight of his great principle.

Huge moles, whofe fhadow ftretch'd from fhore to

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Their ruins perifh'd, and their place no more!
Convinc'd, the now contracts her vast design,
And all her Triumphs shrink into a Coin.
A narrow orb each crouded conquest keeps,
Beneath her Palm here fad Judæa weeps.
Now fcantier limits the proud Arch confine,
And scarce are seen the proftrate Nile or Rhine;
A fmall Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd,
And little Eagles wave their wings in gold.

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The Medal, faithful to its charge of fame, Thro' climes and ages bears each form and name: In one short view fubjected to our eye Gods, Emp'rors, Heroes, Sages, Beauties, lie. With fharpen'd fight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' infcription value, but the ruft adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears, The facred ruft of twice ten hundred years! To gain Pefcennius one employs his Schemes, One grafps a Cecrops in ecftatic dreams. Poor Vadius, long with learned fpleen devour'd, Can taste no pleasure fince his Shield was fcour'd: And Curio, restlefs by the Fair-one's fide, Sighs for an Otho, and neglects his bride.

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Their's is the Vanity, the Learning thine:

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Touch'd by thy hand, again Rome's glories fhine;

Her Gods, and god-like Heroes rife to view,
And all her faded garlands bloom a-new.

Nor blufh, thefe ftudies thy regard engage;
These pleas'd the Fathers of poetic rage;
The verse and sculpture bore an equal part,
And Art reflected images to Art.

Oh when shall Britain, confcious of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame ?
In living medals fee her wars enroll'd,
And vanquish'd realms supply recording gold?
Here, rifing bold, the Patriot's honeft face;
There Warriors frowning in historic brass:
Then future ages with delight fhall fee
How Plato's, Bacon's, Newton's looks

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VER. 49. Nor bluf, thefe Studies thy regard engage;] A fenfelefs affectation which fome writers of eminence have betrayed; who when fortune, or their talents have raised them to a condition to do without thofe arts, for which only they gained our esteem, have pretended to think letters below their Character. This falfe fhame M. Voltaire has very well, and with proper indignation, expofed in his account of Mr. Congreve: "He had one Defect, which was, his entertaining too

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mean an Idea of his firft Profeflion, (that of a Writer) tho' "'twas to this he ow'd his Fame and Fortune. He spoke of "his Works as of Trifles that were beneath him; and hinted to me in our first Converfation, that I fhould vifit him upon no other foot than that of a Gentleman, who led a Life of plainnefs and fimplicity. I anfwer'd, that, had he been fo unfortunate as to be a mere Centleman, I fhould never "have come to fee him; and I was very much disgusted at "fo unfeafonable a piece of vanity." Letters concerning the English Nation, xix.

VOL. III.

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