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Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartz,
Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13.
A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are,
Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of upshaken root, In honour's field advancing his firm foot,
Plants it upon the line that justice draws, ;
But let eternal infamy pursue
power ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.
4. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan; Maintaining your's, you cannot their's condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them.
B. Seldom, alas! the power of logic reigns With much sufficiency in royal brains ; Such reasoning falls like an inverted cone, Wanting its proper base to stand upon. Man made for kings! those optics are but dim, That tell you so-say, rather, they for him. That were indeed a king-ennobling thought, . Could they, or would tliey, reason as they ought. The diadem, with mighty projects lined To catch renown by ruining mankind, Is worth, with all its gold and glittering store, Just what the toy will sell for, and no more,
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good, How seldom used, how little understood! To pour in virtue's lap her just reward; : i Keep vice restrained behind a double guard; To quell the faction that affronts the throne, By silent magnanimity alone; To purse with tender care the thriving arts, ; Watch every beam philosophy imparts; To give religion her unbridled scope, Nor judge by statute a believers hope; With close fidelity and love upfeigned To keep the matrimonial bond unstained; Covetous only of a virtuous praise;". His life a lesson to the land he sways;
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To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
4. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe. Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.-B. A
bribe? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy, To lure me to the baseness of a lie. And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast) The lie that flatters I abhor the most. Those arts be their’s, who hate his gentle reign, . But he that loves him has no need to feign.
4. Your smooth eulogium to onecrown addressed, Seems to imply a censure on the rest.
B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale, Asked, when in hell, to see the royal jail; Approved their method in all other things; But where, good sir, do you confine your kings? There—said his guide-the group is full in view, Indeed?--replied the Don--there are but few. His black lnterpreter the charge disdained Few, fellow-There are all that ever reigned. Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike : The guilty and not guilty both alike. I grant the sarcasm is too severe, And we can readily refute it here; While Alfred's name, the father of his age, And the Sixth Edward's grace the historic page.