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In full-blown dignity see Wolsey stand, Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand ; To him the church, the realm, their powers consign, Through him the rays of regal bounty shine ; Turned by his nod the stream of honour flows ; His smile alone security bestows; Still to new heights his restless wishes tower, Claim leads to claim, and power advances power; Till conquest unresisted ceased to please, And rights submitted left him none to seize. At length his sovereign frowns ;-the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate. Where'er he turns he meets a stranger's eye; His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly; Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glittering plate, The regal palace, the luxurious board, The liveried army, and the menial lord. With age, with care, with maladies oppressed, He seeks the refuge of monastic rest. Grief aids disease, remembered folly stings. And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.
Speak, then, whose thoughts at humble peace repine,Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end be thine ? Or liv’st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For why did Wolsey 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 gulf below ?
Who gave great Villiers to th' assassin's knife, And fixed disease on Harley's closing life? What murdered Wentworth and what exiled Hyde, By kings protected, and to kings allied ? What but their wish indulged in courts to shine, And power too great to keep or to resign?
When first the college rolls receive his name, The
young enthusiast quits his ease for fame ;
pour on misty Doubt resistless day;
See nations slowly wise, and meanly just,
Nor deem, when learning her last prize bestows,
The festal blazes, the triumphal show,
power has praise, that virtue scarce can warm,
On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquered lord of pleasure and of pain : No joys to him pacific sceptres yield, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their powers combine, And one capitulate, and one resign: Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain ; " Think nothing gained," he cried,“ till naught remain “On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly, “ And all be mine beneath the polar sky.” The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of frost. He comes : nor want, nor cold his course delay ;Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The vanquished hero leaves his broken bands, And shows his miseries in distant lands ; Condemned a needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend ? Did no subverted empire mark his end ? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground ? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress and a dubious hand.
He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
All times their scenes of pompous woes afford,
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,
queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms :