Hence War with thousands heaps the fanguine
And Liberty deplores a Tyrant's reign;
In guilty state thus conqu❜ring Cæfar rode,
And drench'd Pharfalia's field with Roman blood;
Thus Philip's fon ran mad with martial pride,
And Nero, once a faint, turn'd parricide.
A favage life our ruftic fathers led,
Acorns their food, and mother Earth their bed;
Rough in their habit, in their manners rude,
A lawless, cruel, and ignoble crowd.
But Order rofe, the beauteous child of Jove,
Parent of Pleasure, Harmony, and Love;
Smiling fhe rofe, and Discord took it's flight,
The favages grew mild, the rude polite;
Thus spectres vanish at th' approach of light.
Then Peace triumphant wav'd her olive wand, And chearful Plenty crown'd each happy land; Then laws were made to curb unruly Might, And Juftice held th' impartial scales of Right.
The nuptial torch then firft began to flame, And blended Int'reft pointed at one aim; Hence fprung the tender focial ties of life, Friend, Father, Brother, Husband, Child, and Wife. Then towns were built, and mutual leagues were
And states were form'd by Order's pow'rful aid,
And man forfook the cave, and fylvan fhade.
Thus poets tell, by Orpheus' lays inspir'd,
Tygers grew mild, and filently admir'd;
Thus walls and tow'rs around Amphion throng,
And ftately Thebes was built by magic fong.
Then patriots rofe, who tyranny withstood,
And greatly fuffer'd, for their country's good;
Here Codrus dies, friend to th' Athenian state,
And brave Timoleon feals his brother's fate :
There Regulus to fure deftruction runs,
And Brutus bleeds for Rome, in both his fons.
Then arts were known, and sciences began
To polish and refine the ways of man;
Here blushing grapes the spreading vines adorn,
And fertile fields turn white with waving corn;
In verdant pastures there the cattle ftray,
While jovial fhepherds chaunt the rural lay.
Here Navigation spreads her fwelling fails, Rides on the waves, and courts the profp'rous gales; And Commerce round the globe begins to roll, And wafts the wealth of India to the Pole.
Then Sculpture first in due proportion shone; And beauty feem'd to breathe in living stone; Then mimic Paint deceiv'd the wond'ring eye, And each bold figure feem'd a stander-bye.
Then Architecture heav'd fome lofty dome, The pride of Athens, Babylon, or Rome.
Thus Order firft the favage world refin'd, Reform'd their manners, and improv'd their mind.
Say then, weak man, is happiness thy care?
Be timely wife, nor trust thyself too far;
Reftrain thy paffions, call thy reason in,
And quell the fierce exulting foe within;
To Order's ftandard be thy acts confin'd,
Let Order rule the fallies of thy mind:
With ftrictest care thy leffer world command,
As moves the greater by the Almighty's hand;
As shifts no star but by his fov'reign fway,
So follow thou, as Order points the way;
From this foundation fure to climb to blifs,
None e'er fhall err, who strictly move by this.
An ADRESS to the GOUT, on its first VISIT, by a young Country Patient.
TELCOME! -thou friendly earnest of
Promise of wealth-that haft alone the pow'r
T'attend the rich, unenvy'd by the poor.
Thou, that doft Esculapius deride,
And o'er his gallipots in triumph ride;
Thou, that art us'd t'attend the Royal throne
And underprop the head that bears the crown;
Thou, that doft oft in Privy-Council wait,
And guard from drowfy fleep the eyes of ftate;
Thou that
upon the Bench art mounted high,
And warn'ft the Judges not to tread awry;
Thou that doft oft from pamper'd Prelate's toe,
Emphatically urge the pains below;
Thou, that art ever half the city's grace,
And add'st to folemn doodles folemn pace;
Thou, that art us'd to fit on ladies knee,
To feed on jellies, and to drink cold tea;
Thou, that art ne'er from velvet flippers free ;
Whence comes this unfought honour unto me?
Whence does this mighty condefcenfion flow,
To vifit my poor tabernacle ?-Oh!
As Jove vouchfaf'd on Ida's top, 'tis said,
At poor Philemon's cot to take a bed;
Pleas'd with the spare but hospitable feast,
Jove bad him afk, and granted his request :
So do thou grant (for thou'rt of race divine,
Begot on Venus, by the God of Wine)
My humble fuit-and either give me store
To entertain thee, or ne'er fee me more!
APOSTROPHE TO GOOD NATURE.
! gentleft bleffing man can find!
Sweet foother of the ruffled mind!
As the foft powers of oil affwage
Of Ocean's waves the furious
Lull to repofe the boiling tide,
Whofe billows, charm'd to reft, fubfide;
Smooth the vext bofom of the deep,
Till every trembling motion fleep!-
Thy foft enchantments thus control
The tumult of the troubled foul!
I
By labour worn, by care oppreft,
On THEE the weary mind shall reft;
From business, and distraction free,
Delighted, fhall return to THEE:
To THEE the aching heart fhall cling,
And find the peace it does not bring.
Ye candidates for Earth's best prize,
Domeftic Life's fweet charities!
Oh! if your erring eye once strays
From fmooth Good-nature's level ways;
If e'er, in evil hour betray'd,
You chufe fome vain, fantastic maid,
On fuch for bliss if you depend,
Without the means you seek the end;
A pyramid you strive to place.
The point inverted for the base;
You hope, in fpite of Reafon's laws,
A confequence without a cause.
And yov, bright nymphs, who bless our eyes
With all that skill, that Tafte fupplies;
Learn, that accomplishments at best,
Serve but for garnish in Life's feast t;
Yet ftill with these the polish'd wife
Shou'd deck the feaft of human life;
Wit a poor Standing Dish wou'd prove,
Tho' 'tis an excellent Remove;
Howe'er your tranfient guests may praise
Your gay parade on gala days,
Yet know, your husband still will wish,
Good-nature, for his Standing Dish.
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