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TABLE TALK.

Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charte,
Abjicito.

-Hor, Lib. I. Epift. 13,

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A. You told me, I remember, glory, built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt ;
The deeds, that men admire as half divine,

Stark naught, because corrupt in their design.
a Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears
0. The laurel, that the very lightning spares;

Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody fword like rust.

B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war.

And never meant the rule should be applied be To him, that fights with justice on his fide.

Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnaffian dews, Reward his mem'ry, dear to every muse,

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VOL.I.

Who, with a courage of unshaken root,
In honour's field advancing his firm foot,
Plants it

upon

the line that justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. 'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good, that heaven bestows. And when recording history displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died Where duty placed them, at their country's side ; The man, that is not moved with what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds, Unworthy of the blessings of the brave, Is base in kind, and born to be a llave.

But let eternal infamy pursue The wretch to nought but his ambition true, Who, for the sake of filling with one blaft The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste, Think yourself stationed on a towering rock, To see a people scattered like a flock, Some royal mastiff panting at their heels, With all the savage thirst a tyger feels; Then view him self-proclaimed in a gazette Chief monster that has plagued the nations yet, The globe and sceptre in such hands misplaced, Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced!

The glass, that bids man mark the fleeting hour,
And death's own scythe would better speak his 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 fame their occ

ion and success.
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for man;
Kings do but reason on the self-fame 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 it's proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings! those optics are but dimy
That tell you fo-lay, rather, they for him.
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,
Could they, or would they, 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 juftrward,
Keep' vice reftrained behind a double guard;

To quell the faction, that affronts the throne,
By filent magnanimity alone;
To nurse with tender care the thriving arts,
* Watch ev'ry beam philosophy imparts ;
To give religion her unbridled scope,
Nor judge by ftatute a believer's hope;
With close fidelity and love unfeign'ıl
To keep the matrimonial bond unftain'd;
Covetous only of a virtuous praise ;
His life a leffon to the land he sways;
To touch the sword with conscientious awe,
Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw;
To sheath it in the peace-restoring close
With joy beyond what victory bestows;
Blest country, where these kingly glories shine ;
Bleft England, if this happinet's be thine !

A. Guard what you say; the patriotic tribe
Will fneer 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 one crown address'd, Seems to imply a cenfure on the rest.

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