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Now warm'd with noble Sidney's page,
But soon the beauteous vision flies,
Corruption's direful train:
Vainly the pious artist's toil
What though the good, the brave, the wise,
Though Cato lived, though Tully spoke,
Yet perish'd fated Rome.
To swell some future tyrant's pride,
Yet glorious is the great design,
If crush'd beneath the sacred weight,
WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE.
IN IMITATION OF ALCEUS.
WHAT Constitutes a state ?
Not high rais'd battlement or labour'd mound,
Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crown'd;
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride,
Where low-brow'd Baseness wafts perfume to Pride.
With powers as far above dull brutes endued
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude;
But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain,
And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain:
And sovereign Law, that state's collected will,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill;
Smit by her sacred frown,
Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore!
Shall Britons languish, and be men no more?
Those sweet rewards, which decorate the brave, 'Tis folly to decline,
And steal inglorious to the silent grave.
END OF BOOK V.
Sir W. Jones.