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 Elegy on the death of the late very celebrated 
 Kr. Charles Churchill
 
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 A N 
 
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 L E G Y 
 
 ON THE 
 
 D E A T H 
 
 Of the Late very Celebrated 
 
 Mr. Charles Churchill. 
 
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 LONDON: 
 
 Printed for W. Nicoll, in St. Paul's Church- Yard. 
 
 M.DCC.LXV.
 
 
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 A N 
 
 
 E L E G Y 
 
 On the DEATH of the late 
 
 Mr. Charles Churchill. 
 
 FATE fpoke the word that inftant C ll fled 
 To fhades below, arid mingl'd with the dead. 
 So fhipwreck'd feamen, beat away from fliore, 
 Sink in the furges, and are feen no more. 
 
 Strait ev'ry vifage was with Horror fraught, 
 And the moft thoughtlefs gave a fcope to thought ! 
 Pride, flrange to tell ! no longer wore her fack, 
 And DiJJipation too appear'd in black : 
 yujlice pronounc'd his future doom fevere, 
 While Candour felt a more than ufual fear ; 
 Dulnefs herfelf alarm'd, refus'd to fleep ; 
 And titt'ring Mirth began aloud to weep. 
 
 His Foes, who thought him, from his very birth, 
 A fiend of darknefs, fent to walk the earth, 
 
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 And favour all he could fome hellim plan ; 
 
 A man in form, deflgn'd to worry man ; 
 
 Rebellion's friend -to loyalty a foe ; 
 
 And curs'd him often, 'caufe they thought him fo ; 
 
 Now gave it out (life's journey having run, 
 
 And not a fingle errand left undone), 
 
 That he, defcending to th' infernal plains, 
 
 Where light ne'er comes, where darknefs ever reigns, 
 
 Receiv'd what thanks the furies could beftow, 
 
 And rode in triumph through the realms below. 
 
 His Friends, opprefs'd with more than common care, 
 Aflay'd to hope, but could not, for Defpair 1 
 Deplor'd him breathlefs now among the dead, 
 And in a world of anguifti fhook their head, 
 As if they thought, to refcue him from death, 
 Kfecond Saviour muft relign his breath ! 
 All wifh'd he never had appear'd on earth ; 
 All curs'd the hour that gave the infant birth ; 
 Wim'd Fate had ftruck him ere he left the womb, 
 And of his mother's body form'd his tomb ! 
 
 The feather'd tribe, who, form'd on nature's plan, 
 At once a leflbn and reproof to man, 
 From morn to eve in harmlefs paftime play, 
 Serene though chearful, innocent though gay ; 
 
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 Who, foon as waking Phoebus deigns to rife, 
 
 Till darknefs, awful darknefs, veils the fkies, 
 
 In Mufick's fcience all their pow'rs employ, 
 
 As if they felt a paradife of joy ; 
 
 Still hymning forth the glory of that King, 
 
 Who tun'd their notes, and taught them what to ling ; 
 
 His praife with joy and harmony declare, 
 
 And live the grand muficians of the air ; 
 
 O'er C ll's grave, in wild diforder flew, 
 
 Nor charm'd the ear as birds are wont to do ; 
 Refus'd to ling at all, or fang but (low, 
 And beat the air in plaintive ftrains of woe ; 
 An emblem fure of what he feels below. 
 
 'Twas when dull flumber preffes down the eyes, 
 And Nox had caft her mantle o'er the fkies ; 
 When none were wakeful but the fons of woe ; 
 The waves forbid to roar, the winds to blow ; 
 When half the earth in mourning-drefs appear'd, 
 And not a pulfe that beat, but might be heard ; 
 
 That, fhock'd at C ll's death, I ftrove to reft, 
 
 And banifh ev'ry terror from my breaft ; 
 When fleep (that hiding nature from our view, 
 With all our fenfes drowns our forrows too ; 
 Affords the finking fpirits kind relief, 
 And makes the mourner to forget his grief; 
 
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 Wipes for a while away each falling tear, 
 
 And from the fearful buries ev'ry fear) 
 
 By flow degrees o'er all my body ftole, 
 
 And laid it ftill ; but could not ftill my foul. 
 
 For lo ! . methought Confufeon took her round, 
 And thunder-bolts on thunder fhook the ground ; 
 Impetuous round the hemifphere they roll, 
 And frighten all things, and diflblve the pole!* 
 The earth, the heavens retreat ; and nature nods 
 As if war's banner wav'd among the gods ! 
 Anon the fires in quick fucceflion fly; 
 And for my canopy, a blazing fky. 
 As if from heav'n, the heav'nly engineers 
 Were firing all their cannon 'gainft the fpheres ; 
 Fierce raging winds from ev'ry quarter blow; 
 And JEolus himfelf, now nature's foe, 
 Pervades the world with more than ufual fpeed, 
 And levels mountains, as I would a weed ! 
 Neptune, methought, high-feated on his car, 
 Thrice fhook his trident, and declared for war ; 
 The mighty ocean ftraight began to roar ; 
 And the rough waters dam againft the more, 
 
 * Pole for Poles* by Enallage. So Virgil : 
 
 Uterumque armato milite comment, i. e armatis militibnu 
 
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 As if, by more than common fury hurl'd, 
 
 They meant again to overflow the world ! 
 
 Mad beyond bounds, away the furges fweep, 
 
 And darknefs broods again upon the deep ! 
 
 The frighted feamen void of motion flood, 
 
 Death in their fhip ; and death poflefs'd the flood ; 
 
 Aghaft they fhriek for aid ; the raging main 
 
 Now bears them to the fkies, now beats them down again ! 
 
 Nature, methought, refus'd a while to yield 
 
 The flow'ry mead, the grove, the verdant field ; 
 
 And threatn'd never to return with fpring ; 
 
 The bees refufed to hum, the birds to fing ; 
 
 The fun, to chafe the gath'ring clouds away ; 
 
 The lambs forgot to bleat, the lamb-kins play ; 
 
 The tuneful nymph and fhepherd difappear'd, 
 
 And the hoarfe raven only could be heard ; 
 
 Horror began unmantled to appear ; 
 
 Mirth hang the head, and Innocence to fear ; 
 
 Nature, forlorn, was ftripp'd of all her prime ; 
 
 And hoary Winter came before his time ! 
 
 Hence (if reflection ever may be bold 
 To judge of Nature, by what we behold ; 
 If ought from Reafon's volume may be known, 
 And meaning, not connVd to words alone ; 
 
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 If earth and heav'n can forrow, or rejoice ; 
 If Nature has, as fure fhe rauft, a voice ; ) 
 This ftrange confufion muft at leaft portend 
 A gen'ral grief at C ll's haplefs end! 
 
 But (and no doubt they may) mould thefe things feem 
 Light as the air, and empty as a dream ; 
 Since poets, 'fpite of judgment, fometimes will 
 Defcribe great wonders, greater wonders flill ; 
 Yet to the fons of Britain, 'tis well known, 
 That, from the dunghill to the royal throne ; 
 From him at whofe command whole nations bow; 
 Who holds the fceptre, to who holds the plough ; 
 Pale grief was feen to couch on ev'ry eye ; 
 When, quite unfit to live, unfit to die, 
 The bard, without one fpark of virtue fir'd, 
 To earth and heav'n a foe, a foe expir'd ! 
 
 The Sons of Law (by gracious heav'n defign'd 
 To guard her rights, and thofe of all mankind ; 
 To wipe from injur'd virtue ev'rv tear, 
 And damp their hearts alone, who ought to fear ; 
 Belov'd by all, unlefs a lawlefs few, 
 That, damn'd themfelves, would damn their country too) 
 
 Deep mourn'd, when C ll (forc'd to lofe his breath 1) 
 
 Expir'd a vi&im to the rage of death ! 
 
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 Yet mourn'd, as Judges ought, and hung the head. 
 Not that he dy'd, but dy'd upon a bed! 
 That fuch a man, who dar'd through life defy 
 The pow'rs of earth, and thofe who rule the fky ; 
 That fcorn'd of man or God to ftand in awe ; 
 And, than his paflions, own'd no other law ; 
 Should not by Jujiice y for the public good, 
 Breath forth his laft beneath the fatal wood ; 
 Pois'd 'tween the earth and fkies, defign'd to fhow 
 How worthlefs there to live, or here below ; 
 No folemn pomp, his funeral to deck ; 
 Nor ought, unlefs a rope, about his neck ; 
 Since moft diforders * that infeft mankind 
 Weigh'd but with his, are virtues well refin'd I 
 
 The C/ergjy who, upon religion's plan, 
 As grand embaffadors from God to man, 
 Perfuade apoftate mortals, if they wou'd 
 Be ever happy, to be ever good ; 
 Above the vanities of time to rife, 
 And form on earth alliance with the /kics ; 
 Deny the joys of fenfe, nor let their foul 
 E'er halve with earth, while heav'n demands the whole. 
 That fo, victorious over ev'ry ftrife, 
 Death may be made an entrance into life ; 
 
 * Thofe of a moral nature. 
 
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 And man exult, defying all his fears, 
 
 Should dire deftnidlion rend the /mighty fpheres ! % 
 
 The Clergy ', who (no more be known the fhame, 
 
 That C ll wore that venerable name!) 
 
 Had often warn'd him, not with heav'n to play, i 
 
 Nor laugh at God, nor -paint Damnation gay ; 
 
 Nor dare, with impious ridicule, to give 
 
 Thofe truths to men, himfelf ne'er meant to live ; 
 
 Left heav'n, incensed at fuph a monftrous crime, 
 
 Should haften Judgment on him 'fore the time ; 
 
 Wept at the thought, that though they ftrove to gain 
 
 His ear to wifdom's call, thev ftrove in vain ! r 
 
 (For, like as oil, from yonfmooth marble ftone, 
 
 Glides from the furface, foon as on it thrown, . 
 
 So from his bafe impenetrable mind 
 
 Each virtue fell, nor left a print behind ! ) 
 
 Afraid he had not, fo perverfe he trod, 
 
 Nor with the church, or made his peace with God I 
 
 The fcornful Atheijl^ who difdains to own 
 That awful King, by whom he lives alone ; 
 Nor courts his fceptre, or reveres his rod ; 
 Though ev'ry atom fpeaksthe God! that God 
 Whofe food he eats, for he our food beftows ; 
 Whofe ground he treads, whofe very air he blows ! 
 
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 That fuffers not the Sun's meridian light ; 
 
 Nor dancing Moon, pale emprefs of the night. 
 
 Malignant evils o'er his life to fpread, 
 
 And in a moment ftrike his comforts dead ; 
 
 Who, though he feems fo bravely to rebel, 
 
 Yet, while he laughs, turns pale at heav'n and hell ! 
 
 And cannot (though he would) refufe to hear 
 
 What reafon draws from thofe things that appear ; 
 
 Unlefs, like fome, fo infolently bold 
 
 He fhuts his eyelids rather than behold ; 
 
 Or though perceiving, with a faucy fneer, 
 
 What nature fpeaks aloud, difdains to hear ; 
 
 The fcornful Atheifis^ when fate ftruck the blow, 
 
 And fentenc'd C ll to the fhades below, 
 
 As generous foldiers, their commander flain, 
 Were feen to weep, and join the mournful train! 
 Refolv'd henceforth to harbour no relief, 
 And welcome thofe alone who welcom'd Grief ! 
 No wonder ; for in him they loft a friend, 
 Who, firm in life, kept firm unto the end ; 
 Who, to promote the laugh among a few, 
 Made angels weep, and made them tremble too ! 
 View'd as fanatic ev'ry thought of grace ; 
 And dar'd to ftare damnation face to face * ! 
 
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 Each honeft, manly fentiment controul, 
 
 And pleafe his humor, though he loft his foul ! 
 
 Dar'd, with uncommon fury, from his birth, 
 
 Wage war with heav'n, to make a friend on earth ; 
 
 And brave the thunders of that mighty God, 
 
 Who rules the vaft of nature by a nod ! 
 
 Who, in an inftant, can his friends remove, 
 
 From fhades below, to thofe blefs'd fhades above, 
 
 Where fin and forrow vex their fouls no more. 
 
 But feas of blifs roll on without a fhore ; 
 
 Or drive his foes, unworthy of the fkies, 
 
 To where the pris'ner dying, never dies ; 
 
 To where, dread fcene ! burn everlafting fires, 
 
 And the dread worm of confcience ne'er expires f 
 
 At Heav'n he laugh'd, at Hell difdain'd to fear ; 
 
 And, Confcience threat'ning, fcorn'd her threats to hear. 
 
 Rebellions fons (who, in their very birth, 
 Were form'd the greater!: curfes of the earth \ 
 The moft fuccefsful meffengers of woe, 
 Deftruction (talking wherefoe'er they go ; 
 Revenge appearing where'er they appear, 
 Death in their van, while Hell brings up the rear f 
 Defign'd the rights of freedom to controul, 
 And fpread the flames of Difcord round the pole ! 
 
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 Who, while they favor Freedom's caufe in words, 
 
 Had rather far falute her with their fwords ; 
 
 And only wait the feafonable hour : 
 
 But, thanks to heav'n ! their will exceeds their pow'r ! 
 
 Who, with more eafe to undermine our laws, 
 
 Each private feud account the public caufe, 
 
 And ftrive each day, as if they ftrove for life, 
 
 Firfl: to create, and then continue ftrife ; 
 
 That with a greater fpeed they may purfue 
 
 The King's deftruction, and the People's too ; 
 
 And ev'ry fon of Liberty inflave) 
 
 Now wept their champion, bury'd in the grave ! 
 
 When civil Difcord hovers round a ftate ; 
 When ftern Rebellion ftalks among the great ; 
 When Mars, and all his furies, take their round ; 
 When death-lin'd cannon fweeps along the ground ; 
 When King and fubjecl, form'd by heav'n as one, 
 Are by each other bent to be undone ; 
 When where kind Plenty long her thoufands fed, 
 Pale, meagre Famine rears his ghaftly head, 
 And blafts each plant with more than ufual fpeed, 
 Nor leaves whereon a fingle fly may feed * ; 
 When, where calm Peace her bleflings us'd to yield, 
 There waves the banner, there the bloody fhield ; 
 
 * See Churchill's Famine. 
 
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 And martial bands, where nymphs were wont to play,. 
 
 Anon retreat, or join the doubtful fray ; 
 
 And in a moment change the winding flood, 
 
 That late was cryftal, to a fea of blood ; 
 
 While the furvivor, his deceas'd bemoans, 
 
 And in the room of laughter, dying groans! 
 
 When nature's feelings from the foul are fled, 
 
 And ev'ry fentiment of virtue dead ; 
 
 Sons beg for mercy from their fires in vain ; 
 
 When hell let loofe, o'er earth aflumes it's reign ; 
 
 To head her troops, to heighten the defpair, 
 
 No better friend than C ll need be there ! 
 
 Hence trace him through his life, you'll always find,, 
 When FaElion call'd, he fcorn'd to ftay behind ! 
 And, without ceafing, ftudy'd night and day, 
 To know the more, that more he might betray ! 
 And furely could affirm, as once did Paul, 
 That in hard labour he outftripp'd us all ! 
 My mufe defift, nor dare fo low defcend ; 
 What ! rank the blefs'd Apoftle, with a fiend ! 
 When 'tween their tempers, as much diftance lies 
 As Eaft from Weft, from this world to the fkies ! 
 
 The one preach'd thefe as two important things ; 
 To God our duty loyalty to Kings ; 
 
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 The other, acting on a diff Vent fcore, 
 
 The King fear'd little, and his God no more ! 
 
 One, though abus'd by all, yet ftrange to tell ! 
 
 Living, and dying, wifli'd his country well ; 
 
 The other, held that very land in fcorn 
 
 That fed him from the moment he was born ! 
 
 One, warn'd the people never to reject 
 
 The priefthood, but to give them due refpect ; 
 
 The other dar'd, (to fay the very leaft!) 
 
 Worfe treat that Bifhop, than I would my beaft, 
 
 Who in found learning, fenfe, and ev'ry worth, 
 
 Excels him as the fun, in light, our earth ! 
 
 Our monthly Critics (who, unaw'd by fear, 
 Have long appear'd, and now, thank heaven ! appear 
 To refcue fcience, and her fons, from fhame ; 
 And dare the mighty tafk, to praife, and blame ! 
 Each cloud of error labour to difpel, 
 And teach the glorious art of writing well ; 
 Applaud true genius, or with manly rage 
 Expofe the fenfelefs in the pompous page ; 
 Nor, as their actions witnefs, be lefs free 
 
 To cenfure C ll, than to cenfure me) ; 
 
 Soon as they faw this famous writer fall, 
 Scarce wifli'd to live, or wifli'd indeed at all ; 
 
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 Appear'd, no wonder, more than ufual fad, 
 And were next kin to melancholy mad ; 
 Behold, oblig'd to give their writing o'er, 
 Henceforth they beg for bread, from door to door ! 
 Glad to partake the very coareft fare. 
 Thrice happy for them, could they feed on air ! 
 In vain henceforth, you ufe the poignant pen, 
 To judge their writings, though you fpare the men ; 
 In vain aflign, without the leaft refpecl, 
 Where beauties flourifh, and where lurks defect ; 
 Or read, as perfect judges, works of wit, 
 With the fame fpirit as their author writ ; * 
 In vain you give to each his proper name, 
 Applaud a Milton^ or a Lawder blame ; 
 And ftrive, at once, our errors to difclofe, 
 Defend the friends of genius, fhame her foes ; 
 Your criticifms now no good afford ; 
 No \ though found Judgment dictates ev'ry word ; 
 Though you mould merit to her foe prefer ; 
 Nor reafon fuffer once your peri to err : 
 C- ll deceas'd ! and mall we hope to find 
 An author worthy notice left behind ? 
 When he alone poffefs'd the poet's fire, 
 Sure He expiring, Wifdom muft expire ! 
 
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 Without his genius, you are all undone, 
 
 Since he fed thoufands, where the world fed one. f 
 
 But oh ! when fate the awful fignal gave, 
 
 When C ll, haplefs victim of the grave, 
 
 Forfook the realms, the blifsful realms of light, 
 And rov'd forlorn, where broods unending night ! 
 Where, to augment the horror of the fhades, 
 Grim darknefs {talking, to bz felt, pervades; 
 And livid flames, tremendous fcene to view ! 
 Spread light enough, to^ the darknefs too ! 
 Wilkes how fevere, how weighty thy defpair ! 
 Too great for mere mortality to bear ; 
 Yet rais'd, and rais'd to an immenfe degree, 
 Though high as heav'n, not high enough for thee. 
 
 How oft, for thee, has C ll's genius ftrove 
 
 To drefs pale Envy in the garb of Love ! 
 For thee, how oft his daring, poignant pen 
 Excus'd the worft, and blam'd the beft of men ! 
 (Hence, without blufhing, dar'd he once to paint 
 Good Warburton a knave, yourfelf a faint ;) 
 Pretending Peace, fpread Treafon all the while, 
 And painted ftern Rebellion, with a fmile ; 
 -f* The idea borrowM from Gotham, 
 
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 How oft, when you yourfelf began to fear, 
 
 Left as they are, your anions mould appear, 
 
 And, dreading one ftep farther to advance, 
 
 For refuge hafted to the walls of France, 
 
 Has he unweary'd to thy fuccour fled, 
 
 And, dying, ftrove to raife thee from the dead ! 
 
 Firmly refolv'd, in fpite of all controul, 
 
 To fave thy body, though he damn'dhis foul ! 
 
 Be then, henceforth, thy fole companion Care, 
 
 And, 'ftead of C ll, welcome grim Defpair ! 
 
 As foon rrught worms the univerfe controul, 
 And fpan the diftance 'twixt the pole and pole ; 
 As foon the rapid current ceafe to flow, 
 And in a tempeft, ev'ry wind to blow ; 
 The noon-day fun diveft itfelf of heat, 
 And while we breathe, our pulfes ceafe to beat ; 
 As foon from fens might vapours ceafe to rife, 
 
 Or angels weep, when banifh'd from the ikies ; 
 The fav'rite feraph ceafe his God to praife ; 
 And, all the globe on fire, forbear to blaze ; 
 The tender father (dead, to ev'ry joy), 
 In his lov'd offspring, all himfelf deftroy ; 
 The mother, deaf to all his dying groans, 
 The babe fhe doats on dam againft the ftones ; 
 
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 Or I, to whom was fent, by gracious heav'n, [-] 
 
 As fond a parent,* fure, as could be giv'h ; 
 
 Who in my feelings loves her own to join, 
 
 Laughs when 1 laugh, and pours her tears with mine ; 
 
 And would, but heav'n forbid it e'er be done ! 
 
 Deny herfelf, to gratify her fon ; 
 
 And whom to fave from harm a Single day, 
 
 Had I the globe, the globe I'd fling away ; 
 
 Then, with a fhout defcending in the grave, 
 
 Gladly refign for her that life fhe gave ! 
 
 Or I, when, all my forrows to compleat, 
 
 Death leaves my mother lifelefs in the fheet, 
 
 Untouch'd, with ev'ry fign of joy appear, 
 
 Nor once complain, nor fhed a fingle tear ! 
 
 As W kes, for C ll now deceas'd, forbear 
 
 To welcome Griefs to welcome dire Defpair I 
 WkeS) while with tears the breathlefs corpfe you view, 
 May thoughts of Judgment make you tremble too ! 
 
 The facred Nine (who fan the poet's fire, 
 And teach him how to finite the awful lyre ; 
 To raife our laughter, to command our tears, 
 To make us tremble, or deprefs our fears ; 
 Fierce anger to forget his rage a while ; 
 The jocund weep, the melancholy fmile ; 
 
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 Make new things old, the old appear as new, 
 Truth be difcarded, FiSiion held as true ; 
 The fearful laugh, defcending in the grave, 
 t And at their very fhadow, damp the brave ; 
 Diffolve the foul, that late was hard as fteel ; 
 And who ne'er felt before, now make to feell ) 
 Alone were k^n^ as ufual, to appear ; 
 Nor once complain'd, nor dropp'd a fingle tear; 
 Nor drove the ftruggling bard from death to fave, 
 Or refpite him one moment from the grave : 
 For from his very birth, on folly's plan, 
 He fham'd the mufe, and was the fhame of maa I 
 
 So fares the bard, who, to the world a curie, 
 Converted good to bad, the bad to worfe ; 
 Who claiming right with others to difperife 
 The laws of virtue, liberty, and fenfe, 
 Difdain'd himfelf to pra&ife what he gave, 
 And, pleading freedom, was the greateft flave ! 
 Though ruling others, fcorn'd himfelf to rule ; 
 Though blaming folly, yet remain'd the fool I 
 Faulty the man, who (reafon quite forgot) 
 Injures a friend^ he* means to injure not : 
 But tenfold more the man, who dares combine 
 To wound his country's honor with defign ! 
 
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 Thus fares the bard, who, by kind nature blefs'd 
 With wit and judgment more than all the reft ; 
 (Gifts, that the donor firft of all defign'd 
 To cherifh virtue, and enrich mankind ) ; 
 Perverfely ftrove thofe bleffings to employ, 
 Not to preferve hii country, but deftroy ! 
 And (urg'd by phrenfy) with a furious hand, 
 Regardlefs of himfelf, to blaft the land ! 
 
 So Phoebus once, at Phaeton \% defire, 
 Defcending from the chariot of the fire \ 
 The daring youth afcends in open view : 
 In hafte he whips the fteeds, in hafte they flew ! 
 Shouting, away he drove : th' impetuous guide 
 Soon with himfelf, alarm'd the world befide, 
 And o'er the globe deftru&ion would have fpread, 
 Had not Joves thunder ftruck the hero dead ! 
 He dies ! but, thanks to heav'n ! whofe conftant care 
 Prefides o'er earth, o'er feas, o'er fkies, o'er air ! 
 They ftill furvive, who fcorn the impious thing, 
 To harm the fubjecl:, or defert their King. 
 
 Go on, ye friends of Britai?i ! and in fpite 
 Of Faction's brood, be bold to urge the right : 
 While freedom aflcs your aid, with juft difdain 
 Defpife their wrath ; for all their wrath is vain f 
 
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 Thus, in old time, did they your fires purfue ; 
 Your fires fuftain'd the charge, and fo muft you : . 
 They flood the charge, difdaining once to fly ; 
 While all their actions gave their foes the lie ! 
 
 To view the foe of Britain as our foe ; 
 To fave our Sov'reign, and his land, from woe ; 
 To venture all we have at freedom's call, 
 And rather fall ourfelves, than fee her fall ; 
 To acl: according as her wants require, 
 And raife her up, when ready to expire ; 
 To ftem Rebellions ftream, and turn thofe woes, 
 That feem to threaten freedom, on her foes ; 
 To guard the throne ; to brand that man with fhame, 
 Who for a King would only have the name ; 
 And ufe him as the infant does his toy, 
 Praife him this moment, and the next deftroy; 
 To dare (when Faction, got to fuch an height, 
 Perfuades the world that all me fays is right ;) 
 Maintain the crown, our liberties, and laws ; 
 And for their fakes, live ftrangers to applaufe ; 
 Is nothing lefs, methinks, than when we rife 
 From fordid earth, to emulate the fldes. 
 Who dares through life, thus honeftly proceed, 
 Or rich, or poor, that man is great indeed 1 
 
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 Such fouls can Britain boaft ! who, than behold 
 Their country's Freedom to vile FaSlion fold, 
 Their Sovereign injur'd by a lawlefs band, 
 Defign'd to fpread deftruction through the land, 
 Had fooner her expiring moments fee, 
 Crufh'd in the ruins, fo they dy'd but free ! 
 This fpirit rais'd the noble Granbys fame, 
 
 And, fpite of C ll, Granbys flill the fame ! 
 
 Shall he, who (yet unaw'd by any ftorm, 
 
 When Slaughter in his moft tremendous form 
 
 Rang'd through the field, nor meant a foul to fave !) 
 
 Laugh'd 'midft the cannon, and defy'd the grave ! 
 
 Whofe very name, the foe could never hear 
 
 But their moft daring foldiers, aw'd by fear, 
 
 Refus'd to join, or faintly join'd the fray, 
 
 No pow'r to ftand, nor yet to run away ; 
 
 Who, unappall'd, midft ev'ry horror flood, 
 
 The fame encamp'd, as navel-deep in blood ! 
 
 Who from his country, drove away the ftorms, 
 
 And fac'd DeJiruElion in her various forms ! 
 
 Unaw'd by cannon, {laughter, fire, and fword f 
 
 Shall he be vanquifh'd by a fingle word ? 
 
 Shall he the fweets of Loyalty forego, 
 
 Caufe C ll, treach'rous C-- ll, bids him fo? * 
 
 * C ll's Independence. 
 
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 As if the man, who, Angularly brave, 
 Proves loyal to his King, muft be a flave ! 
 Freedom denies that Granby ever can; 
 And all deny the fame, who know the man ! 
 
 Go on, ye fons of Britain ! and in fpite 
 Of Fatlions brood, be bold to urge the right ! 
 Your foes are our's, fo long as ye agree 
 To keep your country, as ye found it, free ! 
 For You, and Freedoms caufe, we'll rifque our all ; 
 Or with you ftand, or nobly with you fall \ 
 
 Dare but be bold, to favour Britain's caufe, 
 To guard her peace, our liberties, and laws ; 
 To render Freedom more and more fecure ; 
 To keep our glorious Toleration fure ; 
 Nor make, what nature never made, a fault, 
 For honeft men to reafon, as they ought ; 
 So heav'n mall blefs your fchemes, and turn thofe woes 
 That C ll juftly felt, on all your foes ! 
 
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