And triumph in the Profligates Applause.
Or, Who to the first Bidder fell their Souls;
Their Country fell; fell All their Fathers bought,
With Funds exhaufted, and exhaufted Veins,
To Damons, by his Holiness ORDAIN'D
To propagate the Gospel - penn'd at ROME;
Hawk'd, thro' the World, by confecrated Bulls;
And how illuftrated? - By SMITHFIELD Flames:
Who plunge (but not like CURTIUs) down the Gulph,
Down narrow-minded Self's voracious Gulph,
Which gapes, and swallows All they swore to save;
Hate All, that lifted Heroes into Gods,

And bug the Horrors of a Victor's Chain.
Of Bodies politic that deftin'd Hell,

Inflicted here; fince, here, Their Beings end:
That Vengeance, foon, or late, ordain'd to fall,
And fall from Foes, detefted, and defpis'd,
On Difbelievers-of the STATESMAN's Creed.
NOTE, here, my Lord! (un-noted yet it lies:

By Moft, or All) thefe Truths political

Serve more than publick Ends: This Creed of States, Seconds, and, irrefiftibly, fupports,

The CHRISTIAN Creed. Are you furpriz'd?-Attend ;

And on the Statefman's build a nobler Name.

THIS punctual Juftice exercis'd on States,
With which authentic Chronicle abounds,
As all Men know, and therefore MUST believe ;
This Vengeance pour'd on Nations ripe in Guilt,
Pour'd on them here, where only They exift;
What is it, but an Argument of Senfe,

Or, rather, Demonftration, to fupport

Our feeble Faith "That They, who States compofe, "That Men, who stand not bounded by the Grave, “Shall meet like Measure at their proper Hour?” For GOD is equal; fimilarly deals

With States, and Perfons; or He were not GOD;
Which means, A Rectitude immutable,

A Patron fure of universal Right.

What, then, fhall rescue an abandon'd Man
Nothing; it is reply'd: Reply'd, by whom
Reply'd by Politicians, well as Priests;
Writ facred fet afide, Mankind's own Writ,
The whole World's Annals! These pronounce his
Doom.

THUS (what might feem a daring Paradox)
Ev'n Polities advance Divinity:

True Masters there, are better Scholars here.
Who travel Hiftory, in Queft of Schemes
To govern Nations, or (perhaps) oppress,
May, there, ftart Truths that other Aims inspire ;
And, like CANDACE's Eunuch, as they read,
By PROVIDENCE, turn Chriftian on their Road:
Digging for Silver, they may ftrike on Gold;
May be furpriz'd with Better than they fought,
And entertain an Angel unawares.

NOR is Divinity ungrateful found.

As Politics advance Divinity;

Thus, in Return, Divinity promotes

True Politics, and crowns the Statesman's Praise.
All Wisdoms are but Branches of the Chief,

And Statesmen found but Shoots of boneft Men.
Are This World's Witchcrafts pleaded, in Excufe
For Deviations from our moral Line

This, and the next World, view'd with fuch an Eye,
As fuits a Statesman, fuch as keeps in View
His own exalted Science, Both conspire
To recommend, and fix us in, the Right..
If we regard the Politics of Heaven,
The grand Adminiftration of the Whole,
What's the next World? A Supplement of This
Without it, Juftice is defective Here;

Juft,

Juft, as to States; defective, as to Men:
If fo, What is this World? (As fure as Right
Sits in Heav'n's Throne) a Prophet of the next:
Prize you the Prophet? Then, believe him too;
His Prophecy more precious, than his Smile.

How comes it, then, to pass, with most on Earth,
That This should charm us, That should discompofe?
Long as the Statesman finds This Cafe his own,
So long, his Politics are un-complete :

In Danger, He; nor is the Nation safe;
But, foon, muft rue his inaufpicious Power.

WHAT hence refults? A Truth, that should refound

For ever awful in BRITANNIA's Ear:

"Religion crowns the Statesman, and the Man; "Sole Source of public, and of private, Peace." This Truth all Men must own; and, therefore, will; And praife, and preach it, too :-And, when That's done,

Their Compliment is paid, and 'tis forgot.

What Highland Pole-ax half fo deep can wound?
But how dare I, fo mean, presume so far?
Affume my
Seat in the Dictator's Chair?
Pronounce, predict, (as if, indeed, infpir'd)
Promulge my Cenfures, lay out all my Throat,
Till hoarfe, in Clamour on enormous Crimes ?
Two mighty Columns rife in my Support;
In their more awful and authentic Voice,
RECORD Prophane, and Sacred, drown the Mufe,
Tho' loud; and far out-threat her threat'ning Song,
Still farther, HOLLES! fuffer me to plead,
That I fpeak freely, as I fpeak to Thee.

Guilt only ftartles at the Name of Guilt;
And Truth, plain Truth, is welcome to the Wife.
Thus, what feem'd my Prefumption, is thy Praife.

PRAISE, and immortal Praise, is Virtue's Claim ;, And Virtue's Sphere is Action: Yet we grant. Some Merit to the Trumpet's loud Alarm, Whose Clangor kindles Cowards into Men. Nor fhall the Verfe (perhaps) be quite forgot,, Which talks of Immortality; and bids, In every British Breaft, true Glory rife,

As, now, the warbling Lark awakes the Morn. To clofe, my Lord! with That which All fhould: clofe,

And All begin, and strike us every Hour,

'Tho' no War wak'd us, no black Tempest frown'd:-
THE Morning rifes gay; yet gayeft Morn
Lefs glorious, after Night's incumbent Shades ;
Lefs glorious far, bright Nature, rich array'd
With golden Robes, in all the Pomp of Noon,
Than the first feeble Dawn of MORAL Day:
Sole Day (let Thofe, whom Statesmen ferve, attend :)
Tho' the Sun ripens Diamonds for their Crowns,

Sole Day, worth His Regard,, whom Heav'n ordains,
Un darken'd, to behold Noon dark; and date,

From the Sun's Death, and every Planet's Fall,

His All-illuftrious, and Eternal, Year;

Where Statesmen, and their Monarchs, (Names of Awe,

And Distance, Here!) fhall rank with Common Men; Yet own their Glory never dawn'd before.

October, 1745

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