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I pity kings, whom Worship waits upon
Obsequious from the cradle to the throne;
Before whose infant eyes the flatterer bows,
And binds a wreath about their baby brows,
Whom education stiffens into state,
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
A devil's purpose with an angel's face;
If smiling peeresses, and simpering 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 drun, their martial pranks
Shouldering and standing as if struck 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,
E'en when he labours for his country's good;
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 public 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
To indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue
(For what kings deem a toil, as well they may,
To him is relaxation and mere play);
To win no praise when well-wrought plans prevail,
But to be rudely censured when they fail;
To doubt the love his favourites may pretend,
And in reality to find no friend;
If he indulge a cultivated taste,
His galleries with the works of art well ytacea,
To hear it call'd extravagance and waste :

If these attendants. and ii such as these
Must follow royalty, the'r welcome ease;
However humble and confined the sphere,
Happy the state, that has not these to fear.

A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative hare On situations, that they never felt,

Start up sagacious, cover'd with the dust
Of dreaming study and pedantic rust,
And prate aau preuch about what others prove,
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Leare kin:ly backs to cope with kingly cares;
They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs;
Poets, of all men, ever least regret
Increasing taxes and the nation's debt.
Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse
The mighty plata, oracular, in verse,
No bard, howe'er majestic, 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 traffic of Cheapside,
Or tinkle in 'Change Alley, to amuse
The leathern ears of Stock-jobbers and Jews.

A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme
To themes more pertinent, if less sublime.
When ministers and ministerial arts ;
Patriots, who love good places at their hearts;
When admirals, extoll'd for standing still,
Or doing nothing with a deal of skill;
Generals who will not conquer when they may,
Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay;
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 siren sung.
Or tell me, if you can, what power maintains
A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains :
That were a theme might animate the dead,
And move the lips of poets cast in lead.

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They take perhaps a well-directed aim,
Who seek it in his climate and his frame.
Liberal 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 flowers ;
Unwelcome vapours quench autumnal beams,
Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams :
The peasants urge their harvest, ply the fork
With double toil, and shiver at their work;
Thus with a rigour, for his good design'd,
She rears her favourite man of all mankind.
His form robust and of elastic tone,
Proportion'd well, half muscle and half bone,
Supplies with warm activity and force
A mind well-lodged, 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, woe
To him that treads upon his free-born toe;
One step beyond the boundary of the laws
Fires him at once in Freedom's glorious cause.
Thus proud Prerogative, not much revered,
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 our
Not form'd like us, with such Herculean powerth,
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 misery far away;
He drinks his simple beverage with a gust,
And, feasting on an onion and a crust,
We never feel the alacrity and joy
With which he shouts and carols Vive le Rol!
Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee,
As if he heard his king say-Slave, be free.

Thus happiness depends, as Nature shews,
Less on exterior 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 an even scale ;
He can encourage Slavery to a smile,
And fill with discontent a British isle.

A. Freeman and slave then, if the case be sucii,
Stand on a level; and you prove too much :
If all men indiscriminately share
His fostering power, and tutelary care,
As well be yoked by Despotism's hand,
As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land.

B. No. Preedom has a thousand charms to shew, 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 new, Opening and wider opening on her view, She ventures onward with a prosperous 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; The soul emancipated, unoppress'd, Free to prove all things, and hold fast the best, Learns much; and to a thousand listening minds Communicates with joy the good she finds : Courage in arms, and ever prompt to shew 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 claims 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 stakeReligion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call A blessing--freedom is the pledge of all. O Liberty! the prisoner's pleasing dream, The poet's muse, his passion, and his theme;

Genius is tkine, and thou art Fancy's nurse;
Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse,
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires
Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires :
Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air,
And I will sing, if Liberty be there ;
And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet,
In Afric's torrid clime, or India's fiercest heat.

A. Sing where you please ; in such a cause I grant
An English poet's privilege to rant;
But is not Freedom—at least is not ours
Too apt to play the wanton with her powers,
Grow freakish, and, o'erleaping every mound,
Spread anarchy and terror all around ?

B. Agreed. Bat would you sell or slay your horse For bounding and curvetting in his course ? Or if, when ridden with a careless rein, He break away and seek the distant plain? No. His high mettle, under good control, Gives him Olympic speed, and shoots him to the goal

Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask, As if their duty were a desperate task ; Let active laws apply the needful curb, To guard the peace, that Riot would disturb; And Liberty, preserved from wild excess, Shall raise no feuds for armies to suppress. When Tamult lately burst his prison-door, And set plebeian thousands in a roar; When he usurp'd Authority's just place, And dared to look his master in the face; When the rude rabble's watchword was-Destroy, And blazing London seem'd a second Troy ; Liberty blush'd, and hung her drooping head, Beheld their progress with the deepest dread; Blush'd, that effects like these she should produce, Worse than the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose. She loses in such storms her very name, And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame. Incomparable gem! thy worth untold ;

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