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To this the session seem'd to give consent,

Where Bentley !, by old writers, wealthy grew, Much lik'd the war, but dreaded much th' event. Aud Briscoe' lately was undone by new; At length, the growing difference to compose,

There triumphs a physician of renown, Two brothers, nam'd Ascarides 4, arose.

To none, but such as rust in health, unknown. Botb had the volubility of tongue,

None e'er was plac'd more fitly, to iinpart In meaning faint, but in opinion strong.

His known experience, and his healing art. 10 To speak, they both assum'd a like pretence; 260

When Burgess deafens all the listening press The elder gaip'd his just pre-eminence.

With peals of most seraphic einptiness;
Thus he: ''Tis true, when privilege and right Or when mysterious Freeman mounts on high,
Are once invaded, honour bids us fight.

To preach his parish to a lethargy ;
But ere we once engage in honour's cause, This Æsculapius waits hard by, to ease
First know what honour is, and whence it was. The martyrs of such Christian cruelties.

“Scorn'd by the base, 'tis courted by the brave, Long has this darling quarter of the town, The hero's tyrant, and the coward's slave; For lewdness, wit, and gallantry, been known. Born in the noisy camp, it lives on air,

All sorts meet here, of whatsoe'er degree, And both exists by hope and by despair :

To blend and justle into harmony.

26 Angry whene'er a moment's ease we gain, 270 The critics each adveuturous author scan, And reconcil'd at our returns of pain.

And praise or censure as they like the man. It lives, when in death's arms the hero lies: The weeds of writings for the flowers they cull; But when his safety he consults, it dies.

So nicely tasteless, so correctly dull ! Bigoted to this idol, we disclaim

The politicians of Parnassus prate, Rest, health, and ease, for nothing but a name. And poets canvass the affairs of state; “ Then let us, to the field before we move,

The cits ne'er talk of trade and stock, but tell Know, if the gods our enterprise approve.

How Virgil writ, how bravely Turnus fell. Suppose th' unthinking faculty unveil

'The country-dames drive to Hippolito's, What we, through wiser conduct, would conccal: First find a spark, and after lose a nose. 30 Is 't reason we should quarrel with the glass 280 The lawyer for lac'd coat the robe does quit, That shows the monstrous features of our face? He grows a madman, and then turns a wit. Or grant some grave pretenders bave of late And in th'cloister pensive Strephon waits, Thought fit an innovation to create ;

Till Cloe's hackney comes, and then retreats; Soon they 'll repent what rashly they begun : And if th' ungenerous nymph a shaft lets fiy, Though projects please, projectors are undone. More fatally than from a sparkling eye, All novelties must this success expect,

Mirmillo, that fam'd Opifer, is nigh. When good, our envy; and when bad, neglect; The trading tribe oft, thither throng to dine, If reason could direct, ere now each gate

And want of elbow-room supply in wine. Had born some trophy of triumphal state ; Cloy'd with variety, they surfeit there, 40 Temples had told how Greece and Belgia owe 290 Whilst the wan patients on thin gruel fare, Troy and Namur to Jove and to Nassau.

"Twas here the champions of the party met, Then, since no veneration is allow'd,

Of their heroic enterprise to treat. Or to the real, or th' appearing good;

Each hero a tremendous air put on, The project that we rainly apprehend

And stern Mirmillo in these words begun: Must, as it blindly rose, as vilely end.

"'Tis with concern, my friends, I meet you here; Some members of the faculty there are,

No grievance you can know, but I must share. Who interest prudently to oaths prefer.

'Tis plain, my interest you 're advanc'd so long, Our friendship with feign'd airs they poorly court, Each fee, though I was mute, would find a tongue. And boast, their politics are our support:

And, in return, though I have strove to rend 50 Them we'll consolt about this enterprise, 300 Those statutes, which on oath I should defend; And holdly execute what they advise."

Such arts are trifles to a generous mind : But from below, while such resolves they took, Great services, as great returns should find. Some Aurum Fulminans the fabric shook.

And you 'll perceive, this hand, when glory calls, The champions, daunted at the crack, retreat, Can brandish arms as well as urinals. Regard their safety, and their rage forget.

“ Oxford and all her passing-bells can tell, So when at Bathos Earth's big offspring stsove By this right-arm what mighty numbers fell. To scale the skies, and wage a war with Jove; Whilst others meanly ask'd whole months to slay, Soon as the ass of old Silenus bray'd,

I oft dispatch'd the patient in a day:
The trembling rebels in confusion fled.

With pen in hand I push'd to that degree, 60
I scarce had left a wretch to give a fee.

Some fell by laudavum, and some by steel,

And death in ambush lay in every pill,
Not far from that frequented theatre,

For, save or slay, this privilege we claim, Where wandering punks each night at fire repair ;. Though credit suffers, the reward's the same. Where purple emperors in buskins tread,

“What though the art of healing we pretend, And rule imaginary worlds for bread;

He that designs it least, is most a friend.

Into the right we err, and must confess
To oversights we often owe success.

170 Ver. 288. If things of use were valued, there had Thus Bessus grit the battle in the plav; been

His glorious cowardice restor'd the day. Some workbouse where the Monument is seen.

Two booksellers. * The Pearces, apothecaries

2 Dr. Gibbons.

So the fam'd Grecian piece ow'd its desert Nor must we the obsequious Umbra spare, To chance, and not the labour'd strokes of art. Who soft by nature, yet declard for war.

“Physicians, if they're wise, should never think But when some rival power invades a right, Of any arms but such as pen and ink:

Flies set on ffies, and turtles turtles fight. But th' enemy, at their expense, shall find Else courteous Umbra to the last had been When honour calls, I'll scorn to stay behind.” Demurely meek, insipidly serene.

He said and seal'd th’ engagement with a kiss, With him, the present still some virtues hare; Which was return'd by younger Ascaris 3; The vain are sprightly; and the stupid grave; Who thus advanc'd: "Each word, Sir, you impart, The slothful, negligent; the foppish, neat; Has something killing in it, like your art. 80 The lewd are airy, and the sly, discreet; How much we to your boundless friendship owe, A wren, an eagle; a baboon, a beau; Our files can speak, and your prescriptions show. Colt?, a Lycurgus; and a Phocion, Rowe 8. 150 Your ink descends in such excessive showers, Heroic ardour now th' assembly warts, 'Tis plain, you can regard no health but ours. Each combatant breathes nothing but alarms. Whilst poor pretenders puzzle o'er a case, For future glory while the scheme is laid, You byt appear, and give the coup de grace. Fam' Horoscope thus offers to dissuade : O that near Xanthus' banks you had but dwelt, “Since of each enterprise th’event's unknown, When llium first Achaian fury felt!

We'll quit the sword, and hearken to the gown.
The horned river then had curs'd in vain '[slain : Nigh lives Vagellius , one reputed long
Young Peleus' arm, that chok'd his stream with For strength of lungs, and pliancy of tongue.
No trophies you had left for Greeks to raise; 91 For fees, to any form he moulds a cause,
Their ten years toil, you'd finish'd in ten days. The worst has merits, and the best hąs tlaws. 160
Fate smiles on your attempts; and, when you list, Five guineas make a criminal to-day;
In vain the cowards fly, or brave resist.

And ten to morrow wipe the stain away.
Then let us arm, we need not fear success; Whatever he affirms is undeny'd,
No labours are too hard for Hercules.

Milo's the letcher, Clodius th' homicide;
Our military ensigns we'll display;

Cato pernicious, Cataline a saint, Conquest pursues, where courage leads the way.” Orford suspected, Duncomb innocent.

To this design shrill Querpo 4 did agree, To law then, friends, for 'tis by Fate decreed, A zealous member of the faculty;

100 Vagellius, and our money, shall succeed. His sire's pretended pious steps he treads, Know, when I first invok'd disease by charms And where the doctor fails, the saint succeeds, To prove propitious to our future arms, 170 A conventicle flesh'd his greener years,

Ill omens did the sacrifice attend, And bis full age the righteous rancour shares. Nor would the Sybil from her grot ascend.". Thus boys hatch game-eggs under birds of prey, As Horoscope urg'd farther to be heard, To make the fowl more furious for the fray. He thus was interrupted by a bard': Slow Caruss next discover'd his intent,

“ In vain your magic mysteries you use, With painful pauses muttering what he meant. Such sounds the Sibyl's sacred ears abuse. His sparks of life, in spite of drugs, retreat, These lines the pale divinity shall raise, So cold, that only calentures can heat. 110 Such is the power of sound, and force of lays. In his chill veins the sluggish puddle flows,

• Arms meet with arms, fauchions with fauAnd loads with lazy fogs bis sable brows.

chions clash,"

180 Legions of lunatics about him press;

And sparks of fire struck out from armour flash. His province is, lost reason to redress.

Thick clouds of dust contending warriors raise, So when perfumes their fragrant scent give o'er,

3 And hideous war o'er all the region brays. Nought can their odour, like a jakes, restore. Some raging ran with huge Herculean clubs, When for advice the vulgar throng, he's found Some massy balls of brass, some mighty tubs With lumber of vile books beseig'd around.

Of cinders bore.The gazing throng acknowledge their surprise, * Naked and half-burnt hills with hideous wreck And, deaf to reason, still consult their eyes. 120 Affright the skies, and fry the ocean's back." Well he perceives, the world will often find,

As he went rumbling on, the fury straight To catch the eye is to convince the mind. Crawl'd in, her limbs could scarce support her Thus a weak state by wise distrust inclines

weight. To numerous stores, and strength in magazines. A rueful raz her meagre forehead bound, 190 So fools are always most profuse of words, And faintly her furrd lips these accents sound: And cowards never fail of longest swords.

Mortal, how darst thou with such lines address Abandon’d autbors here a refuge meet,

My awful seat, and trouble my recess? And from the world to dust and worms retreat. In Essex marshy hundreds is a cell, Here dregs and sediment of auctions reign, Where lazy Fogs and drizzling Vapours dwell: Refuse of fairs, and gleanings of Duck-lane. 130 Thither raw Damps on drooping wings repair, And up these walls much Gothic lumber climbs, And shivering Quartans shake the sickly air. With Swiss philosophy, and Rhunic rhymes. There, when fatigud, some silent hours I pass, Hither, retriev'd from cooks and grocers, come

And substitute physicians in my place.
Mede's works entire, and endless reams of Blome. Then dare not, for the future, once rehearse 200
Where would the long neglected Collins fly,

The dissonance of such untunefal verse;
If bounteous Carus should refuse to buy?
But each vjle scribbler's happy on this score: 6 Dr. Gould.

"Sir H, Dutton Colt. He'll find some Carus still to read him o'er.

8 Mr. Anthony Rowe. 9 Sir Barth. Showir.

1 Sir Richard Blackmore.? King Arthur, p. 307, 3 Mr. Parrot. 4 Dr. Howe.

5 Dr. Tyson.

3 King Arthur, p. 327. Prince Arthur, p.130.

But in your lines let energy be found,

Or, if the stubborn rage of cold prevail, And learn to rise in sense and sink in sound. In fakes they Ay, or fall in moulded hail; Harsh words, though pertinent, uncoth appear;

How honey-dew's embalm the fragrant morn, None please the fancy, who offend the ear.

and the fair oak with luscious sweets adorn; 260 In sense and numbers if you would excel,

How heat and moisture mingle in a mass,
Read Wycherley, consider Dryden well.

Or beleh in thunder, or in lightning blaze;
In one, what vigorous turns of fancy shine! Why nimble corruscations strike the eye,
In th other, Syrens warble ju each line. 209 And bold tornados bluster in the sky;
If Dorset's sprightly Muse but touch the lyre, Why a prolific aura upwards tends,
The Smiles and Graces melt in soft desire,

Ferments, and in a living shower descends;
And little Loves confess their amorous fire. How vapours hanging on the towering bills
The gentle Isis claims the ivy crown,

Io breezes sigh, or weep in warbling rills; To bind th' immortal brows of Addison.

Whence infant winds their tender pinions try, As tupeful Congreve tries bis rural strains, And river-gods their thirsty urns supply.

270 Pan quits the woods, the listening Fauns the The wondering sage pursues his airy flight, plains;

And braves the chili unwholesome damps of night: And Philomel, in notes like his, complains, He views the tracts where luminaries rove, And Britain, since Pausanias 7 was writ,

To settle seasons here, and fates above; Knows Spartan virtue, and Athenian wit.

To bleak Arcturus still forbid the seas, When Stepney paints the godlike acts of kings, The stormy Kids the weeping Hyades; Or, what Apollo dictates, Prior sings; 220 | The shining lyre with strains attracting more The banks of Rhine a pleas'd atiention show, Heaven's glittering mansions now than Hell's And silver Sequana förg ts to tiow.

Glad Cassiopeia circling in the sky, [before; “Such just examples carefully read o'er, And each fair Churchill of the galaxy. 250 Slide without falling; without straining soar. Aurora, on Etesion breezes borne, Oft though your strokes surprise, you should not with blushing lipsbreathes out the sprightly morn: A theme so inigbty for a virgin Muse. [choose | Each frower in dew their short-liv'd empire weeps, Long did Apelles his fam'd piece decline;

And Cynthia with her lov'd Endymion sleeps. His Alexander was his last design.

As through the gloom the magns cuts his way 'Tis Montague's rich vein alone must prove, 230 Imperfect objects tell the doubtful day; None but a Phidias should attempt a Jove.” Diin he discerns majestic Atlas rise,

The fury paus'd, till with a frightful sound And bend beneath the burden of the skies; A rising whirlwind burst th' unballow'd ground. His towering brows aloft no tempests know, Then she-“The deity we Fortune call,

Whilst lightning flies, and thunder rolls below. 290 Though distant, rules and influences all.

Distant from hence beyond a waste of plains, Straight for her favour to her court repair; Proud Teneriff, his giant brother, reigns; Important embassies ask wings of air.”

With breathing fire his pitchy nostrils glow, Each wondering stood; but IJoroscope's great As from his sides he shakes the fleecy snow. soul,

Around this boary prince, from watery beds, That dangers ne'er alarm, vor doubts control, His subject islands raise their verdant heals; Rais'd on the pinions of the bounding wind, 240 The waves so gently wash each rising hill, Out-flew the rack, and left the hours behind. The land seems noating, and the ocean still.

The evening now with blushes warms the air, Eternal spring with smiling verdure here The steer resigns the yoke, the hind his care. Warms the mild air, and crowns the youthful year. The clouds above with golden edgings glow, From crystal rocks transparent rivulets fiow; 301 And falling dews refresh the earth below. 245 The tuberose ever breathes, and violets blow; The bat with sooty wings flits through the grove, The vine undress'd her swelling clusters bears, The reeds scarce rustle, nor the aspines move, The labouring hind the mellow olive cheers; And all the feather'd folks forbear their lays of Blossoms and fruit at once the citron shows, love.

And, as she pays, discovers still she owes. Through the transparent region of the skies, The orange to her sun her pride displays, Swift as a wish, the missionary fies : 250 And gilds her fragrant apples with his rays. With wonder be surveys the npper air,

No blasts e'er discompose the peaceful sky, And the gay gilded meteors sporting there; The spring but murmur, and the winds but sigh. How lainbrut jellies, kindling in the night, The tuneful swans on gliding rivers float, (310 Shoot through the ether in a trail of light; And warbling dirges die on every note. How rising steains in th' azure fluid blend, Where Flora treads, her zephyr garlands flings, Or fleet in clouds, or soft in showers descend; And scatters odours from his purple wings;[groves

Whilst birds from woodbine bowers and jasınine VARIATIONS.

Chant their glad nuptials, and unenvy'd loves. After ver. 212, these lines are omitted:

Mild seasons, rising hills, and silent dales, The Tiber now no gentle Gallus sees,

Cool grottos, silver brooks, and flowery vales, But smiling Thames enjoys her Normanbys.

Groves fillid with balıny shrubs, in pomp appear,

And scent with gales of sweets the circling year.320 Ver. 332. The Fury said ; and vanishing from These happy isles, where endless pleasures wait, sight,

Are stylid by tuneful bards—the Fortunate. Cry'd out, to arms; so left the realms of light.

On high, where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort, The combatants to th' enterprize consent,

The hoodwink'd god less keeps her partial court sud the next day smild on the great event.

Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits, * Pausanias, written by Mr. Norton.

Gives and resum“ s, and siniles and frowns by Gits.

In this still labyrinth, around her lie

Have I made South and Sherlock disagree, Spells, philters, globes, and schemes of palmistry: And puzzle fruth with learn'd obscurity? A sigil in this hand the gipsy bears,

And does the faithful Ferguson profess In th other a prophetic sieve and sheers. 330 His ardour still for animosities?

The dame, by divination, knew that soon Have I, Britannia's safety to ensure, The magus would appear-and then begun : Expos'd her naked to be most secure? " Hail sacred seer! thy embassy I know: Have I made parties opposite, unite, Wars must ensue,

the Fates will have it so. ln monstrous leagues of amicable spite, Dread feats shall follow, and disasters great, To curse their country, whilst the common cry Pills charge on pills, and bolus bolus meit: Is freedom; but their aim the ininistry ? Both sides shall conquer, and yet both shall fail; Aud sball a dastard's cowardice prevent The mortar now, and then the urinal.

The war, so long I've labour'd to foment? “ To thee alone my influence I owe;

No, 'tis resolv'd, he either shall comply, Where Nature has deny'd, my favours flow, 340 Orl'll renounce my wan divinity.” 'Tis 1 that give, so mighty is my power,

With that, the hag approach'd Mirmillo's bed, Faith to the Jew, complexion to the Moor, And, taking Querpu's ineagre shape, she said: I am the wretch's wish, the rook's pretence,

“At noon of night I hasten, to dispel The sluggard's case, the coxcomb's providence. Those tuinults in your pensive bosom dwell. Sir Scrape-quill, once a supple smiling slave, I dreamt but now I heard your hearing sighs, Looks lofty now, and insolently grave;

Nay, saw the tears debating in your eyes.

50 Builds, settles, purchases, and has each hour O that 't were but a dream! but threats I find Caps from the rich, and curses from the poor. Lour in your looks, and raukle in your mind. Spadillio, that at table serv'd of late,

Speak, whence it is this late disorder flows, Drinksrich tockay himself, and eates in plate; 350 That shakes your soul and troubles your repose. Has levees, villas, mistresses in store,

Mistakes in practice scarce could give you pain; And owns the racers which he rubb'd before. Too well you know the dead will ne'er complain.

“Souls heavenly born my faithless boons defy; “ What looks discover, said the homicide, The brave is to himself a deity.

Would be a fruitless industry to hide, Though blest Astrea's gone, some soil remains My safety first I must consult, and then Where Fortune is the slave, and Merit reigns, l'll serve our suffering party with my pen." 60 “ The Tiber boasts his Julian progeny,

“All should,” reply'd the hag, “their talent Thanies his Nassau, the Nile his Ptolemy. The most attempting oft the least discern. (learn; Iberia, yet for future sway designd,

Let Peterborough speak, and Vanbrugh write, Shall, for a Hesse, a greater Mordaunt find. 360 Soft Acon court, and rough Cæcinna fight : Thus Ariadne in proud triumph rode;

Such must succeed; but when th' enervate aim She lost a hero, and she found a god."

Beyond their force, they still contend for shame.
Had Coldbatch printed nothing of his own,

He had not been the Saffuld of the town.

Asses and owls, unseen, their kind betray, WHEN the still Night, with peaceful poppies If these attempt to boot, or those to bray. crown'd,

Had Wesley never aim'd in verse to please,
Had spread her shady pinious o'er the ground; We had not rank'd him with our Ogilbys.
And slumbering chiefs os painted triumphs dream, Still censures will oa dull pretenders fall;
While groves and streams are the soft virgin's | A Codrus should expect a Juvenal.
The surges gently dash against the shore, [theme; 111 lines, but like ill paintings, are allow'd,
Flocks quit the plains, and galley-slaves the oar; To set off, and to recommend the good.
Sleep shakes its downy wings o'er mortal eyes ; So diamonds, take a lustre from their foil;
Marmillo is the only wretch it flies;

And to a Bentley 't is we owe a Boyle.
He finds no respite from his anxious grief;

“ Consider well the talent you possess; Then seeks from this oliloquy reliet. 10 To strive to make it more, would make it less: 80

“ Long have I reign'd unrival'd in the town, And recollect what gratitude is due, Oppress'd with fees, and deafen'd with renown. To those whose party you abandon now,

“None e'er could die with due solemnity, To them you owe your odd maguificence, Unless his passport first was sign’d by me. But to your stars your magazine of sense. My arbitrary bounty's unricny'd ;

Haspt in a tombril, awkward have you shin'd, I give reversions, and for heirs provide.

With one fat slave before, and none behind. None could the tedious nuptial state support, Then haste and join your true intrepid friends, But I, to make it easy, make it short.

Success on vigour and dispatch depends." I set the discontented inatruns free,

Labouring in doubts Mirmillo stood; then said,
And ransoid husbands from captivity. 20 “ 'T is hard to undertake, if gain dissuade;
Shall one of such importance then engage
la noisy riot and in civil rage?

No: I'll endeavour straight a peace, and su
Preserve my character and person too."

Ver. 87-104. Originally thus,
But Discord, that still baunts with hideous mien But soon what they've exalted they 'll discard,
'Those dire abodes where Hymen once hath been, And set up Carus or the city bard.
O'erheard Mirmillo's anguish; then begun

Alarm'd at this the hero courage took, In pcevish accents to express her own :

And storms of terrour threateu'd in his look. “Jlave I so often banish'd lazy peace

“My dread resolves," he cry'd“ 171 straight purFrom lier dark solitude, and lov'd recess? 30 The fury, satisfy'd, in smiles withdrex.

(sue; **


What fool for noisy feuds large fees would leave? | Though gods themselves engage, a Diomed
Ten harvests more would all I wish for give.” With ease could show a deity can bleed.

" True man!" reply'd the elf; “ by choice dis “But war's rough trade should be by fools profest,
Ever contriving pain, and never pleas'd. [eas'd, The truest rubbish fills a trench the best.
A present good they slight, an absent choose; Let quinsies throttle, and the quartan shake, 165
And what they have, for what they have not, lose. Or dropsies drown, and gout and colics rack;
False prospects all their true delights destroy, Let sword and pestilence lay waste, while we
Resolv'd to want, yet labouring to enjoy.

Wage bloodless wars, and fight in theory. In restless hurries thoughtlessly they live, Who wants not merit, needs not arm for fame; At substance oft unmov'd, for shadows grieve. 100 The dead I raise, my chivalry proclaim; 170 Children at toys, as men at titles, aim;

Diseases baffled, and lost health restor'd, And in effect both covet but the same.

In Fame's bright list my victories record. This Philip's son prov'd in revolving years ; More lives from me their preservation own, And first for rattles, then for worlds shed tears." Than lovers lose if fair Cornelia frowa.” The fury spoke; then in a moment fird

“Your cures, shrill Querpo cry'd, aloud you tell, The hero's breast with tempests, and retird. But wisely your miscarriages conceal.

In boding dreams Mirmillo spent the night, Zeno, a priest, in Samothrace of oid, And frightful phantoins danc'd before bis sight, Thus reason'd with Philopidas the bold: Till the pale Pleiads clos'd their eyes of light, 'Immortal gods you own, but think them blind At length gay worn glows in the eastern skies, 110 To what concerns the state of human kind. 180 The larks in raptures t...ough the ether rise, Either they hear not, or regard not prayer ; The azure mists scud o'er the dewy lawns, That argues want of power, and this of care. The chanter at his early matins yawns,

Allow that wisdom infinite must know : The amaranth opes its leaves, the lys its bells, Power infinite must act.' I grant it so.' And Progne her complaint of Tereus tells. Hazte straight to Neptune's fane; survey with zeal

As bold Mirmillo the grey dawn descrier, The walls.' What then?'reply'd the infidel. Armd cap-a-pee, where honour calls, he flies, • Observe those numerous throngs, in effigy, And finds the legions planted at their post; The gods have sard from the devour ng sea.' Where mighty Zuerpo fill'd the eye the most. "Tis true, their pictures that escap'd you keep, His arms were made, if we may credit fame, 120 But where are theirs that perish'd in the deep By Muleiber, the mayor of Birmingham.

“ Vaunt now no more the triumph of your skill, Of ternper'd stibium the bright shield was cast, But though unfee'd, exert your arm, and kill. And yet the work the metal far surpass'd.

Our scouts have learn'd the posture of the foe; A foliage of the vulnerary leaves, (ceives. In war, surprises surest conduct show." Grav'd round the brim, the wondering sight de But Fame, that neither good nor bad conceals, Around the centre Fate's bright trophies lay, That Pembroke's worth, and Ormond's valour tells; Probes, saws, incision-knives, and tools to slay. How truth in Burnet, how in Cavendish, reigns, Embost upon the field, a battle stood

Varro's magnificence with Maro's strains; Of leeches spouting hæmorrhoidal blood.

But how at church and bar all gape and stretch The artist too express'd the solemn state 130 | If Winnington but plead, or South or Only preach; Of grave physicians at a consult met;

On nimble wings to Warwick-lanc repairs, 201 About each symptom how they disagree,

And what the enemy intends, declares, But how unaniinous in case of fee.

Confusion in each countenance appeard, Whilst each assassin his-learn'd colleague tires A council's call'd, and Stentor ' first was heard ; With leam'd impertinence, the sick expires. His labouring lungs the thron'd prætorium rent,

Beneath this blazing orb bright Querpo shone, Addressing thus the passive president: Himself an Atlas, and his shield a moon.

“ Machaon”, whose experience we adore, A pestal for his truncheon led the van,

Great as your matchless merit, is your power. And bis high helmet was a close-stool pan. At your approach, the baffled tyrai » Death(teeth. His crest an ibis, brandishing her beak, 140 Breaks his keen shafts, and grinds his clashing And winding in loose folds her spiral neck. To you we leave the conduct of the day; 211 This when the young Querpoides beheld,

What you command your vassals must obey. His face in nurse's breast the boy conceal'd; If this dread enterprise you would decline, Then peept, and with th' effulgent helm wouid play, We'll send to treat, and stifle the design. And as the monster gap'd, would shrink away. But, if my arguments had force, we'd try Thus sometimes jog prevail’d, and sometimes fear; To humble our audacious foes, or die: And tears and smiles alternate passions were. Our spite, they 'll find, to their advantage leans;

As Puerpo towering stood in martial might, The end is good, no matter for the means. Pacific Carus sparkled on the right.

So modern casuists their talents try, An oran outang o'er his shoulders hung, 150 Uprightly for the sake of truth to lie." His plume confess'd the capon whence it sprung. He bad not finish'd, till th'out-guards descry'd His motiy mail scarce could the hero bear, Bright columns move in formidable pride; Haranguing thus the tribunes of the war: “ Fam'd chiets,

VARIATIONS. For present triumpis born, design'd for more, Ver. 205.--True to extremes, yet to dull forins a Your virtue I adinire, your valour more.

slave, If battle be resolvid), yon 'Il find this hand He's always dully gay, or vainly grave. Car deal out destiny, and fate command.

With indignation, and a daring air, Our foes in throngs shall hile the crimson plain, He paus' airhile, and thus address'd the chair, And their pollo interpuse in vain.

160 Dr. Goodall. * Sir Thomas Millington.

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