d;

In full-blown dignity see Wolsey stand, Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand To him the church, the realm, their powers consign, Through him the rays of regal bounty shine; Turned by his nod the stream of honour flows;

His smile alone security bestows;

Still to new heights his restless wishes tower,
Claim leads to claim, and power advances power;
Till conquest unresisted ceased to please,

And rights submitted left him none to seize.

At length his sovereign frowns ;-the train of state
Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Where'er he turns he meets a stranger's eye;
His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly;
Now drops at once the pride of awful state,
The golden canopy, the glittering plate,
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
The liveried army, and the menial lord.
With

with age,

care,

with maladies oppressed,

He seeks the refuge of monastic rest.

Grief aids disease, remembered folly stings.

And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.

Speak, then, whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For why did Wolsey near the steeps of Fate On weak foundations raise th' enormous weight? Why, but to sink beneath misfortune's blow, With louder ruin to the gulf below?

Who gave great Villiers to th' assassin's knife,
And fixed disease on Harley's closing life?
What murdered Wentworth and what exiled Hyde,
By kings protected, and to kings allied?

What but their wish indulged in courts to shine,
And power too great to keep or to resign?
When first the college rolls receive his name,
The young enthusiast quits his ease for fame;
Resistless burns the fever of renown,

Caught from the strong contagion of the gown:
O'er Bodley's dome his future labours spread,
And Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head.
Are these thy views? Proceed, illustrious youth,
And virtue guard thee to the throne of truth!
Yet should thy soul indulge the generous heat,
Till captive science yields her last retreat;
Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray,
And
pour on misty Doubt resistless day;
Should no false kindness lure to loose delight,
No praise relax, nor difficulty fright;
Should tempting novelty thy cell refrain,
And sloth effuse her opiate fumes in vain;
Should no disease thy torpid limbs invade,
Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade;
Yet hope not life from grief or danger free,
Nor think the doom of man reversed for thee:
Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes
And pause awhile from learning, to be wise:
There mark what ills the scholar's life assail-
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.

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See nations slowly wise, and meanly just,
To buried merit raise the tardy bust.

If dreams yet flatter, once again attend,
Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end.

Nor deem, when learning her last prize bestows,
The glittering eminence exempt from foes :
See, when the vulgar 'scape, despised or awed,
Rebellion's vengeful talons seize on Laud!
From meaner minds though smaller fines content,
The plundered palace, or sequestered rent,
Marked out by dangerous parts he meets the shock,
And fatal Learning leads him to the block:
Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep,
But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep.
The festal blazes, the triumphal show,

The ravished standard, and the captive foe,
The Senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale,
With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirl'd;
For such the steady Romans shook the world;
For such in distant lands the Britons shine,
And stain with blood the Danube or the Rhine:
This power has praise, that virtue scarce can warm,
Till fame supplies the universal charm.

Yet Reason frowns in war's unequal game,

Where wasted nations raise a single name,

And mortgaged states their grandsires' wreaths regret, From age to age in everlasting debt;

Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey, To rust on medals, or on stones decay.

On what foundation stands the warrior's pride,
How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide;
A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,

No dangers fright him, and no labours tire;
O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain,
Unconquered lord of pleasure and of pain :
No joys to him pacific sceptres yield,-
War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field;
Behold surrounding kings their powers combine,
And one capitulate, and one resign:

Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain ; "Think nothing gained," he cried, "till naught remain" "On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly, "And all be mine beneath the polar sky."

The march begins in military state,

And nations on his eye suspended wait;
Stern Famine guards the solitary coast,

And Winter barricades the realms of frost.

He comes: nor want, nor cold his course delay ;-
Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day :
The vanquished hero leaves his broken bands,
And shows his miseries in distant lands;
Condemned a needy supplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and slaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her error mend?
Did no subverted empire mark his end?
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
Or hostile millions press him to the ground?
His fall was destined to a barren strand,

A petty fortress and a dubious hand.

He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

All times their scenes of pompous woes afford,
From Persia's tyrant to Bavaria's lord.
In gay hostility and barbarous pride,
With half mankind embattled at his side,
Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey,
And starves exhausted regions in his way.
Attendant Flattery counts his myriads o'er,
Till counted myriads sooth his pride no more;
Fresh praise is tried till madness fires his mind,
The waves he lashes, and enchains the wind:

New powers are claimed, new powers are still bestowed,
Till rude resistance lops the spreading god.
The daring Greeks deride the martial show,
And heap their valleys with the gaudy foe.
The insulted sea with humble thoughts he gains;
A single skiff to speed his flight remains ;

The encumbered oar scarce leaves the dreaded coast,
Through purple billows and a floating host.
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless hour,
Tries the dread summits of Cæsarean power;
With unexpected legions bursts away,
And sees defenceless realms receive his sway;
Short sway!-fair Austria spreads her mournful charms,
The queen, the beauty, sets the world in arms:
From hill to hill the beacon's rousing blaze
Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of praise:
The fierce Croatian and the wild Hussar,
With all the sons of ravage, crowd the war.