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SOCIETY FOR CONSTITUTIONAL INFORMATION,
At the Shakspeare Tavern, on Tuesday, the 14th Day of May, 1782.
BY SIR WILLIAM JONES.
VERDANT myrtle's branchy pride
Shall my biting falchion wreathe :
Tubes that speak, and points that breathe.
Thus, Harmodius, shone thy blade !
Thus, Aristogiton, thine !
Whose shall now delay to shine ?
Dearest youths, in islands blest,
Not, like recreant idiers, dead,
And with godlike Diomed.
Verdant myrtle's branchy pride
Shall my thirsty blade entwine : Such, Harmodius, deck'd thy side!
Such, Aristogiton, thine !
They the base Hipparchus slew,
At the feast for Pallas crown'd; Gods! how swift their poniards flew !
How the monster ting'd the ground !
Then, in Athens all was peace,
Equal laws and liberty :
Not less glorious was thy deed,
Wentworth, fix'd in Virtue's cause ; Nor less brilliant be thy meed,
Lenox, friend to equal laws !
High in Freedom's temple rais’d,
See Fitz-Maurice beaming stand, For collected virtues prais'd;
Wisdom's voice, and Valour's hand !
Ne'er shall Fate their eyelids close :
They, in blooming regions blest, With Harmodius shall repose,
With Aristogiton rest.
Noblest chiefs, a hero's crown
Let the Athenian patriots claim : You less fiercely won renown;
You assum'd a milder name.
They through blood for glory strove,
You more blissful tidings bring; They to death a tyrant drove,
You to fame restor'd a KING.
Rise, Britannia, dauntless rise!
Cheer'd with triple Harmony, Monarch good, and nobles wise,
People valiant, firm, and FREE!
By the Same.
Ου λίθοι έδε ξύλα, έδε
Alc, quoted by ARISTIDES.
What constitutes a State ?
Thick wall, or moated gate;
Not bays and broad-arm’d ports,
Not starr'd and spangled courts,
No :-MEN, high ininded MEN,
In fortst, brake, or den,
Men, who their duties know,
Prevent the long aim'd blow, And crush the tyrant, while they rend the chain :
These constitute a State;
O'er thrones and globes elate
Smit by her sacred frown,
And e’en the all-dazzling Crown
Such was this heav'n-lov’d isle,
No more shall Freedom sinile ?
Since all must life resign,
'Tis folly to decline, And steal inglorious to the silent grave.