While Alfred's name, the father of his age,

And the Sixth Edward's grace th' historick page.
A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all:
By their own conduct they must stand or fall

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B. True. While they live. the courtly laureat pays His quit-rent ode, his peppercorn of praise;

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And inɩny a dunce, whose fingers itch to write,
Adds, as he can, his tributary mite:

A subject's faults a subject may proclaim,

A monarch's errors are forbidden game!
Thus free from censure, overaw'd by fear,
And prais'd for virtues that they scorn to wear,
The fleeting forms of majesty engage
Respect, while stalking o'er life's narrow stage;
Then leave their crimes for history to scan,
And ask with busy scorn, Was this the man?
I pity kings, whom Worship waits upon,
Obsequious from the cradle to the throne;
Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer bows,
And binds a wreath about their baby brows;
Whom Education stiffens into state,

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And Death awakens from that dream too late.

Oh! if Servility with supple knees,

Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please;

If smooth Dissimulation, skill'd to grace

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A devil's purpose with an angel's face ;
If smiling peeresses, and simp'ring peers,
Encompassing his throne a few short years;
If the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed,
That wants no driving, and disdains the lead;
If guards, mechanically form'd in ranks,
Playing, at beat of drum, their inartial pranks,
Should'ring and standing as if stuck to stone,
While condescending majesty looks on ;
If monarchy consist in such base things,
Sighing, I say again, I pity kings!

To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood,
Een when he labours for his country's good,

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To see a band call'd patriot for no cause,
But that they catch at popular applause,
Careless of all the anxiety he feels,
Hook disappointment on the publick wheels;
With all their flippant fluency of tongue,
Most confident, when palpably most wrong;
If this be kingly, then farewell for me
All kingship; and may I be poor and free!
To be the Table Talk of clubs up stairs,
To which th' unwash'd artificer repairs,
T' indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue;

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(For what kings deem'd a toil, as well they may,

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To him is relaxation and mere play,)

To win no praise, when well-wrought plans prevail,

But to be rudely censur'd when they fail;

To doubt the love his fav'rites may pretend,
And in reality to find no friend;

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If he indulge a cultivated taste,

His gall'ries with the works of art well grac'd,
To hear it call'd extravagance and waste;
If these attendants, and if such as these,
Must follow royalty, then welcome ease :
However humble and confin'd the sphere,
Happy the state that has not these to fear.
A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative have

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On situations that they never felt,

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Start up sagacious, cover'd with the dust

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Of dreaming study and pedantick rust,

And prate and preach about what others prove,

As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares;

They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs; 175 Poets, of all men, ever least regret

Increasing taxes, and the nation's debt.

Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse

The mighty plan, oracular in verse,

No bard, nowe'er majestick, old or new,
Should claim my fix'd attention more than you.
B. Not Brindley nor Bridgewater would essay
To turn the course of Helicon that way;
Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide
Should purl amidst the traffick of Cheapside,
Or tinkle in Change Alley, to amuse
The leathern ears of stockjobbers and Jews.

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A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme
To themes more pertinent, if less sublime.
When ministers and ministerial arts;

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Patriots, who love good places at their hearts;

When admirals extoll'd for standing still,

Or doing nothing with a deal of skill;

Gen'rals who will not conquer when they may,

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When Freedom, wounded almost to despair,
Though Discontent alone can find out where ;
When themes like these employ the poet's tongue,
I hear as mute as if a syren sung.

Or tell me, if you can, what pow'r maintains

A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains?

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That were a theme might animate the dead,

And move the lips of poets cast in lead.

B. The cause, tho' worth the search, may yet eludu

Conjecture and remark, however shrewd.

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They take perhaps a well-directed aim,

Who seck it in his climate and his frame.

Lib'ral in all things else, yet Nature here

With stern severity deals out the year.
Winter invades the spring, and often pours
A chilling flood on summer's drooping flow'rs,
Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams,
Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams;
The peasants urge their harvest, ply the fork
With double tcil, and shiver at their work;
Thus with a rigour, for his good design'd,
She rears her av rite man of all mankind.

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His form robust and of elastick tone,
Proportion'd well, halt muscle and half bone
Supplies with warm activity and force

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A mind well lodg'd, and masculine of course,
Hence Liberty, sweet Liberty inspires,

And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires.
Patient of constitutional control,

He bears it with meek manliness of soul
But, if Authority grow wanton, wo

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To him that treads upon his free-born toe;

One step beyond the bound'ry of the laws

Fires him at once in Freedom's glorious cause.

Thus proud prerogative, not much rever'd,

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Is seldom felt, though sometimes seen and heard ;

And in his cage, like parrot fine and gay,

Is kept to strut, look big, and talk away.
Born in a climate softer far than ours,

Not form'd like us, with such Herculean powr's,

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The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,

Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,

Is always happy, reign whoever may,

And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.

He drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust;

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And, feasting on an onion and a crust,
We never feel the alacrity and joy

With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roi !
Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee,
As if he heard his king say- Slave, be free!'
Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exteriour things than most suppose.
Vigilant over all that he has made,
Kind Providence attends with gracious aid;
Bids equity throughout his works prevail,
And weighs the nations in un even scale;
He can encourage slav'ry to a smile,

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And fill with discontent a British isle.

A Freeman and slave, then, if the case be such, Stand on a level; and you prove too much :

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If all men indiscriminately share

His fost'ring power, and tutelary care,

As well be yok'd by Despotism's hard,

As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land.

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That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

The mind attains beneath her happy reign

The growth, that Nature meant she should attain;
The varied fields of science, ever now,

Op'ning, and wider op'ning, on her view,

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She ventures onward with a prosp'rous force,

While no base fear impedes her in her course.

Religion, richest favour of the skies,

Stands most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes;

No shades of superstition blot the day,
Liberty chases all that gloom away;

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The soul emancipated, unoppress'd,

Free to prove all things, and hold fast the best,

Learns much; and to a thousand list'ning minds

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Communicates with joy the good she finds;
Courage in arins, and ever prompt to show
His manly forehead to the fiercest foe;
Glorious in war, but for the sake of peace,
His spirits rising as his toils increase,
Guards well what arts and industry have won,
And Freedom clai.ns him for her first-born son.
Slaves fight for what were better cast away-
The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway;
But they that fight for freedom, undertake
The noblest cause mankind can have at stake
Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call
A blessing-freedom is the pledge of all.

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O Liberty! the pris'ners pleasing dream,
The poet's muse, his passion, and his theme
Genius is thine, and thou art Fancy's nurse;

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Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verse;

Heroick song from thy free touch acquires
Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires.