Nor therefore think that I can bring no Aid
Because I follow a mechanic Trade,

I'll print your Pamphlets, and your Rumours fpread..

I am the Founder of your lov'd Kit-Cat‡, A Club that gave Direction to the State; ‹ 'Twas there we first instructed all our Youth To talk profane, and laugh at facred Truth. "We taught them how to toast, and rhime and bite, To fleep away the Day, and drink away the Night.' Some this fantaftic Speech approv'd, fome fneer'd, The Wight grew choleric, and disappear'd.

Mean Time the Fury fmil'd, who all this while
Sat hov'ring on the Summit of the Pile.
A fecret and exulting Joy fhe finds

To fee her Influence brooding on their Minds;
And the bare Profpect of fuch noble Ills
Her Thoughts with rapt'rous Speculations fills.
Then She

With what Delight do I my Sons behold
So refolutely brave, fo fiercely bold?
Sure nothing can resist their boundless Course,
Nothing fubdue their well-united Force.
Volpone, who will folely now command
The public Purfe, and Treasure of the Land,
Wants Conftancy and Courage to oppose
A Band of fuch exafperated Foes.

For how should he that moves by Craft and Fear,
Or ever greatly think, or ever greatly dare?
• What did he e'er in all his Life perform,
But shrink at the Approach of ev'ry Storm?

In a Poem called the Kit-Cat, published in 1708, Jacob Tonfon is addreffed as the Founder of this celebrated Club, which owed its Name to a famous Pastry-Cook, Kit-Cat, of whofe Pies the Club was faid to be very fond..

And Kit Cat Wits first sprung from Kit Cat's Pies.

• But when the tott'ring Church his Aid requir'd, • With Moderation Principles infpir'd, no dhe Forfook his Friends, and decently retir❜d.iow ba Nor has he any real just Pretence on the two! To that vaft Depth of Politics and Senfe. "For where's the Depth, when public Credit's high, To manage an o'erflowing Treafury?w

• Or where the Senfe to know the Tricks of Game, Since Sms, Sir Ja-, and Hl way may claim

'AKnowledge as profound as his, as loud a Fame; I fear the Man who dares the Truth affert,long Who never plays the double-dealing Part The Patriot's Soul difdains the Trimmer's Art. Such Celfus is; but I forefee his Fates A To be fupplanted by Sempronia's Hate. onto tod (Sempronia of a lewd procuring Race, gewonda J The Senate's Grievance, and the Court's Difgrace.) 'Tis well he cannot long his Ground maintain, "For Hell would then employ her Fiend in vain.voT 'He never knew to proftitute the State, an o, od?! Never by being guilty to be great. Cnodi W

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Nor yet when public Storms came rolling on, V7
Did he or Danger or his Duty fhun.

• Rome's fubtle Priefts with Sophiftry effay'd,ow jud
• With Wealth and Honour in the Balance laid,197 I
To fhock his Faith; but nothing could controul
The firm Refolves of his unbiafs'd Soul,p:
True to his Conscience as the Needle to his Pole,
C Ally'd in Blood and Friendship to the Throne,
He nobly makes his Country's Caufe his own;
Whilft others keep their Int'reft ftill in View,
And meaner Spirits meaner Ends pursue.
So the fix'd Stars harmoniously comply
With the first public Motion of the Skyjoe Isla
• Whilft wand'ring Planets oppofitely move huls "I
Within the narrow Orbs of private Love.'

Rochefer.

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She ftopp'd for now her Anger 'gan to rife,
Flush'd in her Cheeks, and sparkled in her Eyes.
And well it might a Fury's Paffion raise,

That she was forc'd the Worth fhe hates to praise. 216

The Dawn difpers'd the Crowd, he took her Flight To the low Regions of eternal Night,

O England, how revolving is thy State! How few thy Bleffings! How severe thy Fate! O deftin'd Nation, to be thus betray'd By thofe whofe Duty 'tis to ferve and aid! A griping, vile, degen rate, Viper-Brood, That tear thy Vitals, and exhaust thy Blood. A varying Kind that no fix'd Rule pursue, But often form their Principles anew; Unknowing where to lodge fupreme Command, Or in the King, or Peers, or People's Hand. One while the People's Sov'reignty they own, To vex and load a peaceful Monarch's Crown; Who to his Subjects, when at length reftor'd, Without Diftinction was their common Lord. What Party elfe to David's happy Throne Would have preferr'd a giddy Abfalon? But when a King is moulded to their Mind, Then they to him would have all Sway confin'd; Nor in their own defpotic boundless Reign Of injur'd Rights and Property complain, Nay, with a Standing Force thy Sons wou'd awe The Subjects Slavery, the Tyrant's Law. But if nor King nor Commons will comply With their detefted Acts of Villany, They ftrive the Peers declining Pow'r to raise, And get Impeachments voted into Praife. Bleft Patriots thefe, who Liberty employ Telude thy Laws, and Liberty deftroy!

Where is the noble Roman Spirit fled, Which once infpir'd thy ancient Patriots dead? S 4

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Who were above all private Ends, and joy'd
When bravely for the public Weal they dy'da
Who fpread, like branching Oaks, their Arms around,
To fhelter and protect the Parent Ground V7
Tho' Storms of Thunder rattled o'er their Head,
Yet all was fafe beneath their Guardian Shade:
Or fure Hiftorians on our Faith impofe,
And never fuch a Race of Men arofe;
Or nodding Nature to a Period draws;
Or Providence, incens'd by guilty Times,
With-holds his Grace, and dooms us to our Crimes.

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Pardon (for Harmony will bring Relief,
Will foothe thy anxious Cares, and charm thy Grief)
If my condoling, mournful, Mufe presume
To vific thy Marcellus' facred Tomb;
For his hereditary Gifts alone

Could have retriev'd thy Fame, and carried down
The glorious Scene of Triumphs Anna has begun.
O may thy Angel guard Her royal Mind,
That Fav'rites not feduce, nor Trimmers blind.
For 'tis on Her thy Church and State depend,
With Her will flourish, and with Her will end.
But my fhock'd Thoughts the fad Idea fhun,
(The fad Idea gives eternal Moan)

When the fhall late, but ah! too foon comply
With Nature to adorn her kindred Sky.

For who can then pretend to wear her Crown?
Who reprefent the Mother, but the Son?
O! had the Power that governs human Fate
His Years extended to a longer Date,

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To what Tranfcendence had his Genius fprung,
Which was fo ripe, fo perfect, yet fo young!
But when fresh-blooming Youth feem'd to proclaim
The lafting Structure of his beauteous Frame,
When Health and Vigour with a kind Prefage
Promis'd the hoary Happiness of Age,

Then

Then with a momentary swift Decay

was

Thy Pride, thy darling Hope, was fnatch'd away.
So by the Courfe of the revolving Spheres,
Whene'er a new-difcover'd Star appears,
Aftronomers with Pleasure and Amaze
Upon the Infant Luminary gaze.

They find their Heav'n enlarg'd, and wait from thence
Some bleft, fome more than common Influence;
But fuddenly, alas! the fleeting Light

Retiring leaves their Hopes involv'd in endless Night.

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