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Th’insulted Sea with humbler Thoughts he gains,
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless Hour,
Charms, The Queen, the Beauty, fets the World in Arms; From Hill to Hill the Beacons rousing blaze, Spreads wide the Hope of Plunder and of Praise: The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar, And all the Sons of Ravage crowd the War ; The baffled Prince in Honour's flatt’ring Bloom Of hasty Greatness finds the fatal Doom, His Foes Derision, and his Subjects blame, And steals to Death from Anguish and from Shame.
Enlarge (m) my Life with Multitude of Days, In Health, and Sickness, thus the Suppliant prays; Hides from himself his State, and shuns to know, That Life protracted, is protracted Woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the Passages of Joy: In vain their Gifts the bounteous Seasons pour, The Fruit autumnal, and the vernal Flow'r, With listless Eyes the Dotard views the Store, He views, and wonders that they please no more ; Now pall the tasteless Meats, and joyless Wines, And Luxury with Sighs her Slave religns. Approach, ye Minstrels, try the foothing Strain, And yield the tuneful Lenitives of Pain : No Sounds, alas, would touch th' impervious Ear, Tho' dancing Mountains witness Orpheus near, (72) Ver. 188-288.
Nor Lute nor Lyrę his feeble Pow'r attend,
Unnumber'd Maladies his Joints invade,
But grant, the Virtues of a temp’rate Prime,
Yet ev’n on this her Load Misfortune flings,
Till pitying Nature signs the last Release,
But few there are whom Hours like these await,
The (n) teeming Mother, anxious for her Race,
(n) Ver. 289-345.
Where Where (c) then shall Hope and Fear their Objects
find? Must dull Suspence corrupt the stagnant Mind? Must helpless Man, in Ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the Torrent of his Fate? Must no Dislike alarm, no Wishes rise, No Cries attempt the Mercies of the Skies? Enquirer, cease; Petitions yet remain, Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem Religion vain. Still raise for Good the fupplicating Voice, But leave to Heav’n the Measure and the Choice. Safe in his Pow'r, whose Eyes discern afar The secret Ambush of a specious Pray’r. Implore his Aid, in his Decisions rest, Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of facred Presence fires, And strong Devotion to the Skies aspires, Pour forth thy Fervours for a healthful Mind, Obedient Passions and a Will resign'd; For Love, which scarce collective Man can fill; For Patience Sov'reign o'er transmuted Ill ; For Faith, that panting for a happier Seat, Counts Death kind Nature's Signal of Retreat : These Goods for Man the Laws of Heav'n ordain,, These Goods he grants, who grants the Pow'r to
gain ; With these celestial Wisdom calms the Mind, And makes the Happiness she does not find.
(0) Ver. 346-366
BATTLE OF THE WIGS:
IN THREE PART S.
Dabiturque LICENTIA sumpta pudenter - Hor.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1768.
To THE READ E R..
THOUGH the Writer of the following little
1 Piece has chosen to call it An Additional Canto 10 Dr. Garth's Poem of the Dispensary, he by no Mean's pretends to aspire to an Imitation of that Work, much less would he presume to affect a Rivalship with the ingenious Author. The Subject being in some Measure similar, he was induced to make Use of this Title.
The Disputes, at present sublisting between the Fellows and Licentiates of the College of Physicians, concerning their respective Rights, seemed to be no improper Topic for an innocent Laugh. Nothing that should in the least offend any Individual, is intended by it. No Character is designed to be perfonally pointed out. As to the common Sarcasm,
The Killing of Numbers of Patients,' says Dr. Garth, 'is so trite a Piece of Raillery, that it ought
not to make any Impression.'
It is difficult, and perhaps in fome Degree presumptuous, to attempt following, in a confined Walk, the Steps of any Author of Eminence. If Y2