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BOTH SPIRITS TOGETHER.
all: Better this wondrous man should fall, Than a most glorious, virtuous state.
OW great a curse has Providence
Thought fit to cast on human-kind !
The gentlest nature, noblest mind,
To form a foul so great as his?
Destroy their own chief master-piece ?
Great Jove the best of Romans fends,
UR scene is Athens. And, great Athens nam’d,
What foul so dull as not to be inflam'd ?
Amidst all these ye shall behold a man
But here our author, besides other faults
Some critics judge ev'n love itself too mean A care to mix in such a lofty scene, And with those ancient bards of Greece believe Friendship has stronger charms to please or grieve :: But our more amorous poet, finding love Amidst all other cares, still mines above, ! Lets not the best of Romans end their lives Without just softness for the kindest wives, Yet, if ye think his gentle nature fuch As to have soften'd this great tale too much, Soon will your eyes grow dry, and pallion fall, Wien ye reflect ’ris all but conjugal.
This to the few and knowing was addrest;
Most reverend dull judges of the pit,
grow not vain upon it, I advise ye;
is the maze poor mortals tread;
That a worse Cæfar would succeed,
By which Rome must herself enthral ;
Proscribe the best, impoverish all.
Had virtues too, his foes could find;
But never in his noble mind.
In vain bemoan fo quick a tum.
Er'n * See the first and fecond choruses, in the poems of Mr. Pope.
Ev'n all those ills which most displease,
UR vows thus chearfully we fing, ,
While martial music fires our blood ; Let all the neighbouring echoes ring
With olamours for our country's good : And, for reward, of the just gods we ciaim, A life with freedom, or a death with fame. :
May Rome be freed from war’s alarms,
And taxes heavy to be borne ; May she beware of foreign arms,
And send them back with noble scorn : And, for reward, &c.
May she no more confide in friends,
Who nothing farther understood, Than only, for their private ends,
To waste her wealth, and spill her blood : And, for reward, &c.
Our senators, great Jove, restrain
From private piques, they prudence call; From the low thoughts of ligle gain,
And hazarding the losing all : And, for reward, &c.