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INTRODUCTION TO THE PRINCE. Nor me the glories of thy birth engage, With royal names to swell my pompous page: Nor meaner views allure, in soothing lays To court thy favour with officious praise. Yet praise it is, thus to address thine ear In strains no slave dare sing, no tyrant hear; While warm for Britain's rights and nature's laws, I call forth Britain's Hope in freedom's cause: Assert an empire which to All belongs, And vindicate a world's long-suffer'd wrongs.

These saving truths import thee most to know, The links that tie the mighty to the low ; What now, our fellow subject, is your due, And, when our lord, shall be a debt on you. Ol may'st thou to the throne such maxims bring! And feel the free-man while thou reign’st the king:



Far hence the tribe, whose servile arts delude, And teach the great to spurn the multitude. Are those unworthy of the royal heir, Who claim the future monarch's duteous care? Still may thy thoughts the godlike task pursue, And to the many ne'er prefer the few! Still may’st thou fly thy fortune's specious friends, Who deal forth sov’reign grace to private ends ; In narrow streams divert the copious tide, Exalt one sect and damn the world beside : While with false lights directing partial rule, The lord of nations falls a party's tool. Such there have been--and such, in truth's despite, Disgrac'd the cause of liberty and right. But thou shalt rise superior to their arts, And fix thy empire in a people's hearts.

Nor hence may faction boast her favour'd claim, Where selfish passions borrow virtue's name: Free government alone preserves the free, And righteous rule is gen’ral liberty; Their guiding law is freedom's native voice, The public good defin’d by public choice, And justly should the bold offenders fall, Who dare invade the soy'reign rights of all; A king who proudly makes these claims his own, Or they whose rage would shake a lawful throne. From truths like these proceeds a right divine, And may the pow'r that rais'd, preserve thy scep

ter'd line!


ODE 1.



Is there, or do the school men dream?
Is there on earth a pow'r supreme,

The delegate of heav'n,
To whom an uncontroul'd command,
In every realm, o'er sea or land,

By special grace is giv'n?

Then say, what signs this god proclaim?
Dwells he amidst the diamond's flame,

A throne his hallow'd shrine ?
The borrow'd pomp, the arm’d array,
Want, fear, and impotence betray:

Strange proofs of pow'r divine.

If service due from human kind,
To men in slothful ease reclin'd

Can form a sov’reign's claim :
Hail, monarchs! ye, whom heav'n ordains,
Our toils unshar'd, to share our gains,

Ye idiots, blind and lame!

Superior virtue, wisdom, might,
Create and mark the ruler's right,

So reason must conclude;
Then thine it is, to whom belong
The wise, the virtuous, and the strong,

Thrice sacred multitude !

In thee, vast All! are these contain'd,
For thee are those, thy parts ordain'd,

So nature's systems roll:
The sceptre's thine, if such there be;
If none there is, then thou art free,

Great monarch! mighly whole !

Let the proud tyrant rest his cause
On faith, prescription, force, or laws,

And host's or senate's voice !
His voice affirms thy stronger due,
Who for the many made the few,

And gave the species choice.

Unsanctify'd by thy command,
Unown'd by thee, the scepter'd hand

The trembling slave may bind.
But loose from nature's moral ties,
The oath by force impos'd belies

The unassenting mind.

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