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Tenth Satire Of JUVENAL.

LET {a) Observation with extensive View,
Survey Mankind, from China to Peru •,
Remark each anxious Toil, each eager Strise,
And watcH the busy Scenes of crowded Lise;
Then fay now Hope and Fear, Desire and Hate,
O'erspread with Snares the clouded Maze of Fate,
Where wav'ring Man, betray'd by vent'rous Pride,
To tread the dreary Paths without a Guide,
As threach'rous Phantoms in the Mist delude,
Shuns fancied Ills, or chases airy Good.
How rarely Reason guides the stubborn Choice,
Rules the bold Hand, or prompts the suppliant Voice,
How Nations sink, by darling Schemes oppress'd,
When Vengeance listens to the Fool's Request.
Fate wings with ev'ry Wish th' afflictive Dart,
Each Gift of Nature, and each Grace of Art,
With fatal Heat impetuous Courage glows,
With fatal Sweetnsss Elocution flows,
Impeachment stops the Speaker's pow'rsul Breath,
And restless Fire precipitates on Death.

(b) But scarce observ'd the Knowing and the Bold,
Fall in the gen'ral Massacre of Gold;
Wide-wasting Pest ! that rages unconsin'd,
And crowds with Crimes the Records of Mankind;

(a) Ver. 1—21. (*) Ver. 12—22.

For For Gold his Sword the hireling Russian draws, For Gold the hireling Judge distorts the Laws; Wealth heap'd on Wealth, nor Truth nor Sasety buys, The Dangers gather as the Treasures rise.

Let Hist 'ry tell where rival Kings command,
And dubious Title shakes the madded Land,
When Statutes glean the Resuse of the Sword,
How much more fase the Vassal than the Lord;
Low sculks the Hind beneath the Rage of Pow'r,
And leaves the wealthy Traytor in the Tow'r;
Untouch'd his Cottage, and his Slumbers found,
Tho' Consiscation's Vultures hover round.

The needy Traveller, serene and gay,
Walks the wild Heath, and sings his Toil away.
Does Envy seize thee? crush th' upbraiding Joy,
Increase his Riches and his Peace destroy,
New Fears in dire Vicissitude invade,
The rustling Brake alarms, and quiv'ring Shade,
Nor Light nor Darkness bring his Pain Relief,
One shews the Plunder, and one hides the Thief.

Yet (c) still one gen'ral Cry the Skies assails,
And Gain and Grandeur load the tainted Gales;
Few know the toiling Statesman's Fear or Care,
Th' insidious Rival and the gaping Heir.

Once (si) more- Democritus, arise on Earth, With chearsul Wisdom and instructive Mirth, See motley-Lise in modern Trappings dress'd. And seed with varied Fools th' eternal Jest: [price Thou who couldst laugh where Want enchain'd CaToil crulh'd Conceit, and Man was of apiece j Where Wealth unlov'd without a Mourner dy'd; And scarce a Sycophant was sed by Pride; Where ne'er was known the Form of mock Debate, Or seen a new-made Mayor's unwieldy State; Where Change of Fav'rites made no Change of Laws, And Senates heard, before they judg'd a Cause;

(s) Ver. 23—27. (d) Ver. 28—55.

How 1 How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish Tribe, Dart the quick Taunt, and edge the piercing Gibe.' Attentive Truth and Nature to decry, And pierce each Scene with philofophic Eye. To thee were folemn Toys or empty Shew, The Robes of Pleasure and the Veils of Woe: All aid the Farce, and all thy Mirth maintain, Whofe Joys are causeless, or whofe Griess are vain. Such was the Scorn that sill'd the Sage's Mind, Renew'd at ev'ry Glance on human Kind; How just that Scorn ere yet thy Voice declare, Search every State, and canvass ev'ry Prayer. [Gate, (e) Unnumber'd Suppliants crowd Preserment's Athirst for Wealth, and burning to be Great; Delusive Fortune hears th' incessant Call, They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall. On ev'ry Stage the Foes of Peace attend, Hate dogs their Flight, and Insult mocks their End. Love ends with Hope, the sinking Statesman's Door Pours in the morning Worshipper no more; For growing Names the weekly Scribbler lies, To growing Wealth the Dedicator flies, From ev'ry Room descends the painted Face, That hung the bright Palladium of the Place, And smoak'd in Kitchens, or in Auctions fold, To better Features yields the Frame of Gold; For now no more we trace in ev'ry Line Heroic worth, Benevolence divine: The Form distorted justisies the Fall, And Detestation rids rh' indignant Wall.

But will not Britain hear the last Appeal, Sign her Foes doom, or guard her Fav'rites Zeal; Thro' Freedom's Sons no more Remonstrance rings, Degrading Nobles and controuling Kings; -Our supple Tribes repress their Patriot Throats, And ask no Questions but the Price of Votes;

(') Ver. 56—107.

With weekly Libels and septennial Ale,
Their Wish is sull to Riot and to Rail.

In sull-blown Dignity, see Wolsey stand,
Law in his Voice, and Fortune in his Hand:
To him the Church, the Realm, their Pow'rs consign,
Thro' him the Rays of regal Bounty shine,
Still to new Heights his restless Wishes tow'r,
Claim leads to Claim, s;id Pow'r advances Pow'r;
Till Conquest unresisted ceas'd to please,
And Rights submitted lest him none to seize.
At length his Sovereign frowns—the Train of State
Mark tne keen Glance, and watch the Sign to hate.
Where-e'er he turns he meets a Stranger's Eye,
His Suppliants scorn him, and his Followers fly;
At once is lost the Pride of awsul State,
The golden Canopy, the glitt'ring Plate,
The regal Palace, the luxurious Board,
The liv'ried Army, and the menial Lord.
With Age, with Cares, with Maladies oppress'd,
He seeks the Resuge of monastic Rest.
Gries aids Disease, remember'd Folly stings,
And his last Sighs reproach the Faith of Kings.

Speak thou, whose Thoughts at humble Peace repine, Shall Woljcys Wealth, with Wolscy's End be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with faser Pride content, The wisest (ustice on the Banks of Trent? For why did IFolsey near the Steeps of Fate, On weak Foundations raise th' enormous Weight? Why but to sink beneath Misfortune's Blow, With louder Ruin to the Gulphs below?

What (/) gave great Villitri to th'Asfaflin's Knise, And six'd Disease on Harless closing Lise? What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd Hyde? By Kings protected, and to Kings ally'd? What but their Wish indulg'd in Courts to shine, And Pow'r too great to keep, or to resign?

Whp» (s) Ver, 108—213.

When (g) sirst the College-rolls receive his Name, The young Enthusiast quits his Ease for Fame; Through all his Veins the Fever of Renown Spreads from the strong Contagion of the Gown; O'er Bodley's Dome his suture Labours spread, And * Bacon's Mansion trembles o'er his Head. Are these thy Views? proceed, illustrious Youth, And Virtue guard thee to the Throne of Truth! Yet should thy Soul indulge the gen'rous Heat, Till captive Science yields her last Retreat; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest Ray, And pour on misty Doubt resistless Day; Should no false Kindness lure to loose Delight, Nor Praise relax, nor Difficulty fright; Should tempting Novelty thy Ceil resrain, And Sloth effuse her opiate Fumes in vain; Should Beauty blunt on Fops' her fatal Dart, Nor claim the Triumph of a letter'd Heart; Should no Disease thy torpid Veins invade, Nor Melancholy's Phantoms haunt thy Shade; Yet hope not Lise from Gries or Danger free, Nor think the Doom of Man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing World to turn thine Eyes, And pause awhile from Letters, to be wise; There mark what Ills the Scholar's Lise asfail, Toil, Envy, Want, the Patron, and the Jail. See Nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried Merit raise the tardy Bust. If Dreams yet slatter, once again attend, Hear Lydias s Lise, and Galileo's End.

Nos deem, when Learning her lali Prize bestows, The glitt'ririg Eminence exempt from Woes; See when the Vulgar 'scape, despis'd or aw'd, Rebellion's vengesul Talons seize on Laud. Ci} Ver. 114—132.

* There is a Tradition, that the study of Friar Bacm, built on »n Arch over the Bridge, will tali, when 1 Mail greater than Ltan snail fib under it.


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