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With conquests yet to come his bofom glows,
He dreams of triumphs and of vanquisb'd foes.
Each year with arts fhall store his rip’ning brain,
And from his grandfore he shall learn to reign.
Thus far I'd gone: The wind with profp'rous
Now bids the failor hoist the swelling fails.
Fair Carolina lands; the cannon's found
White Albion's cliffs from shore to shore rebound:
Behold the bright original appear,n!
All praise is faint when Carolina's near.
Thus to the nation's joy, but poet's cost,
The Princess came, and my new plan was loft.
Since all my schemes were baulk'd, my last resort, I left the muses to frequent the court; Pensive each night, from room to room. I walk'd, To one I bow'd, and with another talk'd; Enquir'd what news, or such a lady's name, And did the next day, and the next, the same. Places, I found, were daily giv'n away, And yet no friendly Gazette mention'd Gay." I ask'd a friend what method to pursue ; He cry'd, I want a place as well as you.
Another ask'd me, why I had not writ:
A poet owes his fortune to his wit.
Strait I reply'd, with what a courtly grace,
Flows easy verse from him that has a place!
Had Virgil ne'er at court improv'd his strains ;
He still had sung of flocks and homely swains;
And had not Horace sweet preferment found,
The Roman lyre had never learnt to found. :
Once ladies fair in homely gaife I fung,
And with their names wild woods and mountaing
rung. Oh, teach me now to strike a fofter ftraia! The court refiņes the language of the plain..
You muft, cries one, the miniftry rehearse, And with each patriot's name prolong your verse. But sure this truth to poets fhould be known, That praising all alike, is praifing none.''? 1!
Another told me, if I wilh'd success,
To some distinguifh'd lord I must address;
One whose high virtues speak his noble blood,
One always zealous for his country's good;
Where valour and ftrong eloquence unite,
In council cautious, refolute in fight;
Whose gen'rous temper prompts him to defend,
And patronize the man that wants a friend.
You have, 'tis true, the noble patron shown,
But I, alas ! am to Argyle unknown.
Still ev'ry one I mer in this agreed,
That writing was my method to succeed;
But now preferments fo possess'd my brain,
That scarce I could produce a single ftrain:
Indeed I fometimes hammer'd out a line,
Without connexion as without design.
One morn upon the Princess this I writ,
An Epigram that boasts more truth than wit.:
The pomp of titles easy faith might make,
She scorn'd an empire for religion's fake :
For this, on earth, the British crown is giv'n,
And an immortal crown decreed in beav'n.
Again, while GEORGE's virtues raise my thought, , The following lines prophetick fancy wrought.
Methinks. I fee fome bard whose heav'nly rage
Shall rise in fong, and warm a future age;
Look back through time, and, rapt in wonder, trace
The glorious feries of the Brunswick race.
From the firft GEORGE these godlike kings defcend, A line which only with the world fall end.
The next a gen'rous prince renoun'd in arms,
And bless'd, long bless'd in Carolina's charms;
From these the reft. 'Tis thus fecure in peace,
We plow the fields, and reap the years increase:
Now Commerce, wealthy Goddess, rears her head,
And bids Britannia's fleets the canvas spread ;
Unnamber'd ships the peopled ocean hide,
And wealth returns with each revolving tide.
Here paus'd the fullen muse, in hafte I dress'd,
And through the croud of needy courtiers press'd:
Though unsuccessful, happy whilft I see,
Those eyes that glad a nation, shine on me.
S when some skilful cook, to please each.
Would in one mixture comprehend a feast,
With due proportion and judicious care
He fills his dish with diff'rent forts of fare, '
Fishes and fowl deliciously unite,
To feäst at once the taste, the smell, and fight.