ODE XXXV. ΤΟ DANIEL WEBB, ESQ. By the Same. I WOULD, with all my heart and soul, And with each bowl a purse of gold, To every military friend, Pictures I'd send of every school, a fool, I am so generous a With statues too, and busts for niches; These I would send to none but you, The prince and mirror of virtú, If I was master of such riches. As to virtú, that point's decided, All that you want of me is metre ; I know the prince of lyric song, And know that Beckford's head of marble; I mean that head the sculptor made, Your fame must fly with wings of paper, Or legislator great as he, That led the Jews through the Red Sea, And pamper'd them with quails and manna. Great bards great favours can bestow, They can convey you with a nod, And make you an immortal god. Lollius with Æacus may dwell, When future poets sing his worth; And Sandwich, if the Muses please, And my Lord Duke outshine Apollo; And Rigby bold beat Bacchus hollow. ODE XXXVI. ΤΟ ANY MINISTER, OR GREAT MAN. WHETHER you lead the patriot band, The middle course, with equal zeal Know, minister! whate'er your plan, Like blockheads, eager in dispute, And some cry, "Keep your troops at home," Lo! a militia guards the land : Thousands applaud your saving hand, And hail you their protector; While thousands censure and defame, And brand you with the hideous name of state-quack and projector. Are active, vig'rous means prefer'd— Corruption's influence you despise ; Those pluck your glory down; Ye then who guide the car of state, In rugged ways, the reins and steeds Nor stays to cut behind. |