As foon the fun fhall cease the world to warm,
As foon Llannelly's Fair that world to charm,
As grateful sense of goodness, true like thine,
Shall e'er defert a breaft fo warm as mine.

When imag'd Cambria strikes my memory's eye, (Cambria, my darling fcene!) I, fighing, cry Where is my Powell? dear associate!-where? To him I would unbofom every care; To him, who early felt, from beauty, pain; Gall'd in a plighted, faithless virgin's chain. At length, from her ungenerous fetters, freed, Again he loves! he woos! his hopes fucceed! But the gay bridegroom, still by fortune croft, Is, inftant, in the weeping widower lost. Her, his fole joy! her from his bofom torn,

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What feeling heart, but learns, like his, to mourn? 20
Can nature then, fuch fudden fhocks, sustain?

Nature thus ftruck, all reason pleads in vain !
Though late, from reafon yet he draws relief,
Dwells on her memory; but difpels his grief.
Love, wealth, and fame (tyrannic paffions all!) 25
No more enflame him, and no more enthral.
He feeks no more, in Rufus' hall, renown;
Nor envies Pelf the jargon of the gown;
But pleas'd with competence, on rural plains,
His wifdom courts that eafe his worth obtains.
Would private jars, which sudden rise, encrease?
His candour fmiles all difcord into peace.

* Mrs Bridget Jones.

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To party storms is public weal refign'd?
Each teady patriot-virtue fteers his mind.

Calm, on the beach, while maddening billows rave, 35
He gains philofophy from every wave;

Science, from every object round, he draws;
From various nature, and from nature's laws.
He lives o'er every past historic age;

He calls forth ethics from the fabled page.

Him evangelic truth, to thought excites ;
And him, by turns, each claffic Mufe delights.
With wit well-natur'd; wit, that would difdain
A pleasure rifing from another's pain;
Social to all, and most of blifs poffeft,

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When most he renders all, around him, bleft:
To unread 'fquires illiterately gay;

Among the learn'd, as learned full as they ;
With the polite, all, all-accomplish'd eafe,
By nature form'd, without deceit, to please.

Thus fhines thy youth; and thus my friend, elate
In blifs as well as worth, is truly great.
Me ftill should ruthlefs fate, unjust, expofe
Beneath those clouds, that rain unnumber'd woes;
Me, to fome nobler fphere, fhould fortune raise,
To wealth confpicious, and to laurel'd praise ;
Unalter'd yet be love and friendship mine;
I ftill am Chloe's, and I still am thine.

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LONDON AND BRISTOL

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WO fea-port cities mark Britannia's fame,
And thefe from commerce different honours claim.
What different honours fhall the Mufes pay,
While one infpires and one untunes the lay?
Now filver Ifis brightening flows along,
Echoing from Oxford fhore each claffic fong;
Then weds with Tame; and thefe, O London, fee
Swelling with naval pride, the pride of thee!
Wide, deep, unfullied Thames, meandering glides
And bears thy wealth on mild majestic tides.
Thy fhips, with gilded palaces that vie,

In glittering pomp, ftrike wondering China's eye;
And thence returning bear, in fplendid state,
To Britain's merchants, India's eastern freight.
India, her treasures from her western shores,
Due at thy feet, a willing tribute pours;
Thy warring navies diftant nations awe,
And bid the world obey thy righteous law.
Thus fhine thy manly fons of liberal mind;
Thy change deep-bufied, yet as courts refin'd;

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Councils,

The author preferr'd this title to that of LONDON AND BRISTOL COMPARED; which, when he began the piece, he intended to prefix to it.

Councils, like fenates, that enforce debate
With fluent eloquence and reason's weight.
Whose patriot virtue, lawless power controls;
Their British emulating Roman fouls.
Of these the worthieft ftill felected ftand,

Still lead the fenate, and still fave the land:
Social, not selfish, here, O Learning, trace
Thy friends, the lovers of all human race!
In a dark bottom funk, O Bristol now,
With native malice, lift thy lowering brow!
Then as fome hell-born sprite in mortal guise,
Borrows the shape of goodness and belies,
All fair, all smug, to yon proúd hall invite,
To feast all strangers ape an air polite!

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From Cambria drain'd, or England's western coaft, 35 Not elegant, yet coftly banquets boast!

Revere, or feem the ftranger to revere;

Praise, fawn, profefs, be all things but fincere ;
Infidious now, our bofom-fecrets fteal,

And these with sly sarcastic sneer reveal.

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Present we meet thy fneaking treacherous fmiles ;
The harmless abfent ftill thy fneer reviles;

Such as in thee all parts fuperior find,

The fneer that marks the fool and knave combin'd;

When melting pity would afford relief,

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The ruthless fneer that infult adds to grief.

What friendship canft thou boast? what honours claim?
To thee each stranger owes an injur'd name.
What fmiles thy fons muft in their foes excite!
Thy fons, to whom all difcord is delight;

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From whom eternal mutual railing flows;
Who in each other's crimes, their own expose:
Thy fons, though crafty, deaf to wisdom's call;
Defpifing all men, and despis'd by all;

Sons, while thy cliffs a ditch-like river laves,
Rude as thy rocks, and muddy as thy waves,
Of thoughts as narrow as of words immense,
As full of turbulence as void of sense?
Thee, thee, what fenatorial fouls adorn!

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Thy natives fure would prove a senate's scorn.

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Do ftrangers deign to serve thee; what their praise? Their generous fervices thy murmurs raife.

What fiend malign, that o'er thy air prefides,
Around from breast to breast inherent glides,
And, as he glides, there fcatters in a trice
The lurking feeds of every rank device?
Let foreign youths to thy indentures run!
Each, each will prove, in thy adopted fon,

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Proud, pert, and dull-though brilliant once from schools,

Will fcorn all learning's as all virtue's rules;
And, though by nature friendly, honeft, brave,
Turn a fly, felfish, fimpering, sharping knave.
Boaft petty-courts, where 'ftead of fluent ease,
Of cited precedents and learned pleas;

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'Stead of fage counsel in the dubious caufe, Attornies, chattering wild, burlesque the laws

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(So fhameless quacks, who doctors rights invade, Of jargon and of poison form a trade.

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