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The globe and sceptre in such hands mi plac'd, Those ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd ! The glass that bids man mark the fleeting hou, And death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r : Then grace the boney phantoin in their stead With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade; Cloath the twin brethren in each other's dress, The same their occupation and success.
A. 'Tis your belief the world was made for mang Kings do but reason on the self-fame plan, Maintaining your's you cannot their's condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for then.
B. Seldom, alas ! the power of logic reigns
With much sufficiency in royal brains.
Such reas’ning falls like an inverted cone,
Wanting its proper base to stand upon.
Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim
That tell you somay rather, they for him.
That weré indeed a king-ennobling thouglit,
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought.
The diadem with mighty projeâs lin’d,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,
Is worth, with all its gold and glitt'ring store,
Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good,
How seldom used, how littlc underhood!
To pour j« virtue's lap her just reward, Keep việc restrain'd behind a double guard, To quell the faction that affronts the throne, My filent magnanimity alone; To nurse with tender care the thriving arts, Watch every beam philosophy imparts ; 'To give religion her upbridl'd scope, Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd, To keep the matrimonial bond unstain’d; Covetous only of a virtuous praise, His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe, Nor draw it but when duty bids him. draw, To sheath it in the peace-restoring close, With juy, beyond what vi&tory bestows, Blest country where these kingly glories shine, Biest England ! if this happiness be thine.
A. Guard what you say, the patriotic tribe Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.-B. A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy, To lure me to the baseness of a lie. And of all lies (be that a poet's boast) 'The lie that flatters I abhor the most. Those arts be their's who hate his gentle reign, But he that loves him has no need to feign.
A. Your finooth eulogium to one cro:yn adurchsity
Seems to imply a censure on the reit.
B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tals,
Ak’d, when in hell, to see the royal jail,
Approv'd their method in all other things,
But where, good Sir, do you confne your kings ??
There-faid his guide, the groupe is full in vicw.
Indeed? Replied the Don--there are but few.
His black interpreter the charge disdain
Few, fellow? There are all that ever reign'.
Wit undistinguishing is apt to strike
The guilty and not guilty, both alike.
I grant the larcasm is tco severe,
And we can readily refute it here,
While Alfred's name, the father of his age,
And the Sixth Edward's grace th' historic page.
4. Kings then at last have but the lot of all, By their own conduct they must stand or fall,
B. True. While they live, the courtly laureat pays
His quit-rent ode, his pepper-corn of praise,
And many a dunce whose fingers itch to write,
Adds, as he can, his tributary mite ;
A subje&'s faults a subject may proclaim,
A monarch's crrors are forbidden game.
Thus free from censure, over-aw'd by fear,
And prais'd for virtues that they scorn to wear,
The fleeting forins of majesty engage
Respect, while stalking o'er life’s narrow stage,
Then leave their crimes for history to scan,
And as with busy scorn, Was this the man?
I pity kings whom worship waits uron
Obsequious, from the cradle to the throne,
Before who e infant eyes the flatt'rer bows,
And binds a wreath about their baby brows
Whom education stiffens into state,
And death awakens from that dream too late.
Oh! if servility with supple knees,.
Whole trade it is to snile, to crouch, to please ;
If smooth diffimulation, skilld to giace
A devil's purpose with an angel's face ;
If smiling peereffes and fimp’ring peers,
Incompassing his throne a few short years;
If the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed,
That wants no driving and disdains the lead;
If guards, mechanically form'd in ranks,
Playing, at,beat of drum, their martial pranks ;
Should'ring and standing as if struck to stone,
While condescending majesty looks on ;
If monarchy consists in such base things,
Sighing, I lay again, I pity kings !
To be sufpe&cd, thwarted, and withstood,
Ev’n when he labours for his country's good,
To see a band call’d patriot for no cause,
Eut that they catch at popular applause,
Careless of all th' anxiety he fecis,
Hock disappointment on the public wheels,
With all their fiippant fluency of tongue,
Most confident, when palpably not wrong,
If this be kingly, then farewell for me
All kingship, and may I be poor and free.
To be the Table Talk of clubs up fairs,
To which th' unwash'd artificer repairs,
T' indulge his genius after long fatigue,
By diving into cabinet intrigue,
(For what kings doom a toil, as well they may,
To him is relaxation and mere play)
To win no praise when well wrought plans prevaily,
But to be rudely censur’d when they fail,
To doubt the love his fav'rites may pretend,
And in reality to find no friend;
If he indulge a cultivated taste,
His gallries with the works of art well grac’d,
To hear it call'd extravagance and waste ;
If these attendants, and if such as these,
Must follow royalty, then welcome ease;
However humble and confin'd the sphere,
Happy the state that has not there to fear..