Occafion'd by the foregoi VERSE S By Mr. G. Granville. Hoe're thou art, who tempt'ft in f WH ftrain, Sweet is thy Syren Song, but Sung in vain: When the Winds blow, and loud the Bil roar, What Fool would put to Sea,and quit the SE L Look round the World, and with impartial eyes Confider and examine all that rife; Weigh well their Actions, and their treacherous ends, How Greatness grows, and by what Steps afcends, What Murders, Treafons, Perjuries, Deceit, How many fall, to make one Monster Great. Would you command? Have Fortune in your power? Hug whom you Strike, and Smile when you Devour; Be Bloody, Falfe, Flatter, Forfwear, and Lye, bring, At least a General be,—— Perhaps a King. But on fuch terms, as only fuit the Base, Honour denies, and fhuns the foul embrace The Honeft Man, who Starves and is Un Not Fortune, but his Virtue keeps him do Had Cato bent beneath the Conquering Cau He might have liv'd to give new Senates L But on vile terms, Difdaining to be Great, He perish❜t by his Choice, and not hiş Fate Honours and Life, th' Ufurper bids, and a That Vain miftaken Men, Good Fortune Virtue forbids, and sets before his Eyes An honest Death, which he accepts, and O glorious Refolution! Noble Pride! More honour'd than the Tyrant liv'd, he More lov'd, More prais'd, More envy'd doom, Than Cæfar trampling on the Rights of The Virtuous nothing fear, but Life with S And Death's a pleasant Road, that leads to On Bones, and fcraps of Dogs, let me be fed, To bleakeft Colds, a Kennel be Ye great Disturbers, who in endless Noife, In Blood and Horror, feek unnatural Joys; For what is all this buftle, but to fhun Thofe Thoughts, with which you dare not be alone? As Men in mifery, oppreft with Care, Let Others fight, and eat their Bread in Blood, Not caring if the Cause be bad or good; Or cringe in Courts, depending on the Nods Of fttrutting Pigmies, who would pass for gods; For me unpractis'd in the Courtier's School, Who loath a Knave and tremble at a Fool, What can I hope in Courts? Or how Succeed? Happy the Man, of mortals happiest he Where dwells this Peace, this freedom of the Where but in Shades, Remote from human kind; โด |