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A fpiteful noife his downy chains unties,
Haftes forward, and increases as it flies.

First, some to cleave the stubborn flint engage, 95 Till, urg'd by blows, it sparkles into

rage:

Some temper lute, fome fpacious vessels move;

These furnaces erect, and thofe approve;
Here phials in nice discipline are fet,
There gallipots are rang'd in alphabet.
In this place, magazines of pills you spy;
In that, like forage, herbs in bundles lie;
While lifted pestles, brandish'd in the air,
Descend in peals, and civil wars declare.

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Loud ftrokes, with pounding fpice, the fabric rend, 105
And aromatic clouds in fpires afcend.

So when the Cyclops o'er their anvils sweat,
And fwelling finews echoing blows repeat;
From the volcanos grofs eruptions rife,
And curling sheets of smoke obfcure the skies.

The flumbering God, amaz'd at this new din,
Thrice ftrove to rise, and thrice sunk down again.
Liftlefs he ftretch'd and gaping rubb'd his eyes,
Then falter'd thus betwixt half words and fighs :
How impotent a deity am I !

With Godhead born, but curs'd, that cannot die!
Through my indulgence, mortals hourly share
A grateful negligence, and ease from care.
Lull'd in my arms, how long have I with-held
The northern monarchs from the dufty field!

*The building of the Difpenfary.
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How have I kept the British fleet at ease,

From tempting the rough dangers of the feas!
Hibernia owns the mildnefs of my reign,
And my divinity 's ador❜d in Spain.
I fwains to fylvan folitudes convey,

Where, ftretch'd on moffy beds, they wafte away
In gentle joys the night, in vows the day.
What marks of wondrous clemency I've shown,
Some reverend worthies of the gown can own:
Triumphant plenty, with a cheerful grace,
Basks in their eyes, and sparkles in their face.

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How fleek their looks, how goodly is their mien,

When big thy ftrut behind a double chin!

Each faculty in blandishments they lull,

Afpiring to be venerably dull;

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Or discompose their pompous ignorance;

No learn'd debates moleft their downy trance,

But, undisturb'd, they loiter life away,
So wither green, and bloffom in decay;
Deep funk in down, they, by my gentle care,
Avoid th' inclemencies of morning air,

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And leave to tatter'd * crape the drudgery of prayer.
+ Urim was civil, and not void of fenfe,
Had humour, and a courteous confidence:
So fpruce he moves, fo gracefully he cocks,
The hallow'd rofe declares him orthodox:
He pafs'd his eafy hours, inftead of prayer,
In madrigals, and phyllifing the fair ;

*See Boil. Lut. + Dr. Atterbury.

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Conftant

Conftant at feafts, and each decorum knew,
And, soon as the defert appear'd, withdrew;
Always obliging, and without offence,
And fancy'd, for his gay impertinence.
But fee how ill-mistaken parts fucceed;

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He threw off my dominion, and would read ;
Engag'd in controverfy, wrangled well;

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In convocation-language could excel;

In volumes prov'd the church without defence,
By nothing guarded but by Providence ;

How grace and moderation disagree;

And violence advances charity.

Thus writ till none would read, becoming foon
A wretched fcribbler, of a rare buffoon.

Mankind my fond propitious power has try'd,
Too oft' to own, too much to be deny'd.
And all I ask are fhades and filent bowers,
To pass in soft forgetfulness my hours.
Oft' have my fears fome diftant villa chofe,
O'er their quietus where fat judges dofe,

And lull their cough and conscience to repose:
Or, if fome cloifter's refuge I implore,
Where holy drones o'er dying tapers fnore,

Ver. 170.

VARIATIONS.

Sometimes among the Cafpian cliffs I creep,
Where folitary bats and fwallows fleep;
Or, if some cloister's refuge I implore,
Where holy drones o'er dying tapers fnore,.
Still Naffau's arms a foft repofe deny,
Keep me awake, and follow where I fly..

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The peals of Naffau's arms these eyes unclose,
Mine he molefts, to give the world repose.
That ease I offer with contempt he flies,
His couch a trench, his canopy the skies.
Nor climes nor feafons his refolves control,
Th' equator has no heat, no ice the pole.
With arms refiftlefs o'er the globe he flies,
And leaves to Jove the empire of the skies.

But, as the flothful God to yawn begun,
He fhook off the dull mift, and thus went on :
'Twas in this reverend dome I fought repose,
These walls were that afylum I had chofe.
Here have I rul'd long undisturb'd with broils,
And laugh'd at heroes, and their glorious toils.
My annals are in mouldy mildews wrought,
With eafy infignificance of thought.

VARIATIONS.

Since he has blefs'd the weary world with peace,
And with a nod has bid Bellona ceafe;

I fought the covert of fome peaceful cell,
Where filent fhades in harmless raptures dwell;
That reft might paft tranquillity restore,
And mortal never interrupt me more.

Ver. 183.

Nought underneath this roof but damps are found,
Nought heard but drowsy beetles buzzing round..
Spread cobwebs hide the walls, and duft the floors,
And midnight filence guards the noiseless doors.

*See Boil. Lut.

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But now fome bufy, enterprizing brain
Invents new fancies to renew my pain,
And labours to diffolve my eafy reign.
With that, the God his darling Phantom calls,
And from his faltering lips this message falls:
Since mortals will dispute my power, I'll try
Who has the greatest empire, they or I.
Find Envy out, fome prince's court attend,
Moft likely there you'll meet the famish'd fiend;
Or where dull critics authors' fate foretell;
Or where stale maids, or meagre eunuchs, dwell;
Tell the bleak fury what new projects reign,
Among the homicides of Warwick-lane;
And what th' event, unless fhe ftrait inclines
To blaft their hopes, and baffle their designs.
More he had fpoke, but fudden vapours rise,
And with their filken cords tie down his eyes.

Ver. 196.

VARIATIONS.

Or in cabals, or camps, or at the bar,
Or where ill poets pennyless confer,
Or in the fenate-house at Westminster.

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