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Or bid the new be English, ages hence,

(For use will father what's begot by sense,)
Pour the full tide of eloquence along,
Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong,

Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue;
Prune the luxuriant, the uncouth refine,

But show no mercy to an empty line:

Then polish all, with so much life and ease,

You think 'tis nature, and a knack to please:

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"But ease in writing flows from art, not chance;
"As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance."

If such the plague and pains to write by rule,
Better (say I) be pleas'd, and play the fool;
Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease,
It gives men happiness, or leaves them ease.
There liv'd in primo Georgii (they record)
A worthy member, no small fool, a lord;
Who, tho' the House was up, delighted sate,
Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate :
In all but this, a man of sober life,
Fond of his friend, and civil to his wife;
Not quite a madman, tho' a pasty fell,
And much too wise to walk into a well.

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Him, the damn'd doctors and his friends immur'd, They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short, they Whereat the gentleman began to stare

[cur'd:

My friends! he cried, p-x take you for your care!

That from a patriot of distinguish'd note,

Have bled and purg'd me to a simple vote.

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Well,

Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my fate : Wisdom (curse on it) will come soon or late.

dull:

There is a time when poets will grow
I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school:
To rules of poetry no more confin'd,

I'll learn to smooth and harmonise my mind,
Teach ev'ry thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the soul.

Soon as I enter at my country door,
My mind resumes the thread it dropt before ;
Thoughts, which at Hyde-park-corner I forgot,
Meet and rejoin me, in the pensive grot.
There all alone, and compliments apart,
I ask these sober questions of my heart.

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If, when the more you drink, the more you crave, You tell the doctor; when the more you have, The more you want, why not with equal ease Confess as well your folly, as disease? The heart resolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the smart, but not the vice." When golden angels cease to cure the evil, You give all royal witchcraft to the devil: When servile chaplains cry, that birth and place Indue a peer with honour, truth, and grace, Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair, Say, can you find out one such lodger there?

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VER. 218. When golden angels cease, &c.] The whole of this passage alludes to a delication of Mr. afterwards Bishop Kennel, to the Duke of Devonshire; to whom he was chaplain.

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Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach,

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go to church to hear these flatt'rers preach. Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, 226 A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,

The wisest man might blush, I must agree,

If D*** lov'd sixpence, more than he.

If there be truth in law, and use can give

yours on

which you

live.

A property, that's
Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford
Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord:
All Worldly's hens, nay partridge, sold to town,
His ven'son too, a guinea makes your own:
He bought at thousands, what with better wit
You purchase as you want, and bit by bit;
Now, or long since, what diff'rence will be found!
You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men,
Lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln fen,
Buy ev'ry stick of wood, that lends them heat,
Buy ev'ry pullet they afford to eat.

Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own
Half that the dev'l o'erlooks from Lincoln town.
The laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor, a perpetuity should stand:

Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's pow'r
Loose on the point of ev'ry wav'ring hour.

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Ready,

VER. 232. Delightful Abs-court,] A farm over-against Hampton-Court.

Ready, by force, or of your own accord,

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By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
Man? and for ever? wretch! what would'st thou
Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave,

All vast possessions, (just the same the case
Whether you call them villa, park, or chase,)
Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail?
Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale,
Let rising granaries and temples here,
Their mingled farms and pyramids appear,
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak,
Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke!

Inexorable death shall level all,

[have?

And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall.
Gold, silver, iv'ry, vases sculptur'd high,

Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye,

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There are who have not, and thank Heav'n there

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Who, if they have not, think not worth their care.

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Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find Two of a face, as soon as of a mind.

Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one

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Plows, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun;
The other slights, for women, sports, and wines,
All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's mines:
Why one like Bu- with pay and scorn content,
Bows and votes on, in court and parliament;

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VER. 273. All Townshend's turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secre tary of State to George the First and Second.

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One driv❜n by strong benevolence of soul,
Shall fly, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole:
Is known alone to that Directing Pow'r,
Who forms the genius in the natal hour;
That God of nature, who, within us still,
Inclines our action, not constrains our will;
Various of temper, as of face or frame,
Each individual: His great end the same.
Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap,
A part I will enjoy, as well as keep.
My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace
A man so poor would live without a place :
But sure no statute in his favour says,
How free, or frugal, I shall pass my days:
I, who at some times spend, at others spare,
Divided between carelessness and care.
'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store;
Another, not to heed to treasure more ;
Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day,
And pleas'd, if sordid want be far

away.

What is't to me, (a passenger God wot,)
Whether my vessel be first rate or not?
The ship itself may make a better figure,
But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger.
I neither strut with ev'ry fav'ring breath,
Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth.

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VER. 274. like Bu-] Bubb Doddington, afterward Lord Melcombe.

VER. 277. fly, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in settling the Colony of Georgia.

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