And see with that important face
Berenger's clerk, to take his place,
Into the Treasury come :

With pride and meanness act thy part,
Thou look'st the very thing thou art,
Thou Bourgeois Gentilhomme.

Oh, my poor Country! is this all
You've gain'd by the long-labour'd-fall
Of Walpole and his tools?

He was a knave indeed-what then?
He'd parts-but this new set of men
A'n't only knaves, but fools.

More changes, better times this isle Demands: O! Chesterfield, Argylle, To bleeding Britain bring 'em : Unite all hearts, appease each storm; 'Tis yours such actions to perform, My pride shall be to sing 'em.

ODE V.

HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE

WILLIAM, EARL OF BATH.

By the Same.

Neque enim lex justior ulla,
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.

Parcius junctas quatiunt fenestras
Ictibus crebris juvenes ptotervi;

Nec tibi somnos adimunt; amatque

Janua limen.

&c. &c. &c.

HOR.

GREAT Earl of Bath, your reign is o'er ;
The Tories trust your word no more,
The Whigs no longer fear you;
Your gates are seldom now unbarr'd,
No crowds of coaches fill your yard,
And scarce a soul comes near you.

Few now aspire to your good graces,
Scarce any sue to you for places,
Or come with their petition,

To tell how well they have deserv'd,
How long, how steadily they starv'd
For you in opposition.

Expect to see that tribe no more,
Since all mankind perceive that power
Is lodg'd in other hands:
Sooner to Carteret now they'll go,
Or ev❜n (though that's excessive low)
To Wilmington or Sandys.

With your obedient wife retire,
And sitting silent by the fire,
A sullen tête a tête ;
Think over all you've done or said,
And curse the hour that you were made
Unprofitably great.

With vapours there, and spleen o'ercast,
Reflect on all your actions past,

With sorrow and contrition;
And there enjoy the thoughts that rise
From disappointed avarice,

From frustrated ambition.

There soon you'll loudly, but in vain,
Of your deserting friends complain,
That visit you no more;

But in this country, 't is a truth,
As known as that love follows youth,
That friendship follows pow'r.

Such is the calm of your retreat!
You through the dregs of life must sweat
Beneath this heavy load;

And I'll attend you, as I've done,

Only to help reflection on,

With now and then an ode.

WHAT statesman, what hero, what king,
Whose name through the island is spread,
Will you choose, O my Clio! to sing,
Of all the great, living or dead?

Go, my Muse, from this place to Japan,
In search of a topic for rhyme :

The great Earl of Bath is the man,

Who deserves to employ your whole time.

But, howe'er, as the subject is nice,

And perhaps you're unfurnish'd with matter,

May it please you to take my advice,

That you may n't be suspected to flatter.