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Her towery front a fiery meteor bears, An exhalation bred of blood and tears. Around her Jove's lewd ravenous curs complain, Pale death, lust, tortures fill her pompous train; She from the easy King truth's mirror took, And on the ground in spiteful fall it broke; Then frowning thus, with proud disdain she spoke: ) “ Are threadbare virtues ornaments for Kings? .. Such poor pedantic toys teach underlings. Do monarchs rise by virtue, or by sword ? Who e'er grew great by keeping of his word ? Virtue's a faint green-sickness to brave souls, Dastards their hearts, their active heat controls. The rival gods, monarchs of t'other world, This mortal poison among princes hurl'd; Fearing the mighty projects of the great Should drive them from their proud celestial seat, If not o'erawed by this new holy cheat. Those pious frauds, too slight t'ensnare the brave, Are proper arts the long-ear'd rout-t'enslave. :' Bribe hungry priests to deify your might, To teach your will's your only rule to right, And sound damnation to all dare deny't. Thus Heaven's designs against Heaven you shall turn, And make them feel those powers they once did scorn. When all the gobbling interest of mankind, By hirelings sold, to you shall be resign'd: And by impostures God and man betray'd, The Church and State you safely may invade ; So boundless Louis in full glory shines, Whilst your starved power in legal fetters pines. Shake off those baby-bands from your strong arms, Henceforth be deaf to that old witch's charms. Taste the delicious sweets of sovereign power, 'Tis royal game whole kingdoms to deflower. Three spotless virgins to your bed I'll bring, A sacrifice to you, their God, and King. As these grow stale, we'll harass human kind, Rack nature, till new pleasures you shall find, Strong as your reign, and beauteous as your mind.”
When she had spoke, a confused murmur rose, . ! Of French, Scotch, Irish, all my mortal foes;
Some English too, O shame! disguised I spied,
Once more, great Queen, thy darling strive to save, Snatch him again from scandal and the grave; Present to’s thoughts his long-scorn'd parliament, The basis of his throne and government. In his deaf ears sound his dead father's name;
s name ;
! Perhaps that spell may's erring soul reclaim : Who knows what good effects from thence may spring? 'Tis godlike good to save a falling King.
Ralegh, no more, for long in vain I've tried The Stuart from the tyrant to divide;
As easily learned virtuosos may
Till then, my Ralegh, teach our noble youth
As Jove's great son th' infested globe did free
Cuidam qui, legendo Scripturam, descripsit forman, sapientiam,
Illustrissimo Viro, Domino Lanceloto Josepho de Maniban, Grammato-manti.
Qois posthac chartæ committat sensa loquaci,
Si sua crediderit fata subesse stylo ;
Quicquid et in vitâ plus latuisse velit ?
Quod non significant verba, figura notat.
Ignaramque manum spiritus intus agit.
Exemplumque mea simplicitatis erat :
Urbe, lepore, novis, carmine tota scatens.
(Non res, non voces, non ego notus ei)
Scripturæque inhians consulit exta mee.
Explicat (haud Genio plura liquere putem);
Et quo me rapiat cardine Sphæra docet.
Jupiter aut ubi me, Luna, Venusve juvet : &e.
SAMUEL BUTLER, the son of a substantial farmer, f was born at Strensham in Worcestershire, and baptized February 14, 1612. His grammareducation he received at the free school of Worcester; and his father being informed by Mr. Henry Bright the master, that he possessed an acute genius and a ready disposition for learning, resolved to encourage it, and to bring him up to the profession of the law. With this view, he sent him (as it is most probably conjectured) to Cambridge, to pursue his studies : but though he resided six or seven years in that University, he was never matriculated; in consequence, it is said, of his narrow circumstances, which would not permit him to go through the regular gradations of degrees, and to support the other incidental expenses of the place. We are therefore
* AUTHORITIES. General Biographical Dictionary; Grey's Memoirs of Butler ; Cibber's Lives of the Poets ; and British Biography.
f His father's property was a house and a little land (as Dr. Nash has discovered) worth about eight pounds a year, still called • Butler's Tenement.