Our FAKEER reprefents all the vot'ries of fame; Their ideas, their means, and their end is the fame: The sportsman, the buck; all the heroes of vice, With their gallantry, lewdness, the bottle and dice; The poets, the critics, the metaphysicians, The courtier, the patriot, all politicians; The statesman begirt with th' importunate ring. (I had almost compleated my lift with the king) All labour alike to illuftrate my tale ; All tortur'd by choice with th' invisible nail. To Mr. WHITEHEAD, On his being made POET LAUREAT. By the Same. IS fo-though we're furpris'd to hear it: The laurel is beftow'd on merit. How hush'd is every envious voice! But as you see the statesman's fate Whom virtue ftrives in vain to guard You'll You'll find the demagogues of Pindus For each Aonian politician (Whose element is oppofition,) Will fhew how greatly they furpafs us, In gall and wormwood at Parnaffus. Thus as the fame detracting fpirit With fymbols which your genius fuit, The mask, the buskin, and the flute: And o'er the sculptur'd lyre unftrung (How folks will gape to find their meaning!) Which happy You will never read. I own, I tremble while I'm writing. O! teach us, ere you change the scene To Stygian banks from Hippocrene, How free-born bards should strike the strings, Verses on the Profpect of planting ARTS and LEARNING in AMERICA. By the late Dr, BERKELEY, Bishop of CLOYNE. HE Mufe, difgufted at an age and clime, TH Barren of every glorious theme, In diftant lands now waits a better time, Producing fubjects worthy fame: In In happy climes, where from the genial fun The force of art by nature seems outdone, In happy climes, the feat of innocence, There fhall be fung another golden age, The good and great inspiring epic rage, Not fuch as Europe breeds in her decay; Weftward the course of empire takes its way; A fifth shall close the drama with the day; Time's nobleft offspring is the laft. ELIEVE me, MASON, 'tis in vain The world, the world will have its flaves. Are peaceful unambitious views II. But ah! to few has Fortune given Allots the very will to choose. By |