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O, no! for in this all the world must agree,
One folly was never sufficient for me.

Is my mind on distress too intensely employ'd,
Or by pleasure relax'd, by variety cloy'd?

For alike in this only, enjoyment and pain,

Both slacken the springs of those nerves which they strain.

That I've felt each reverse that from fortune can flow, That I've tasted each bliss that the happiest know, Has still been the whimsical fate of my life,

Where anguish and joy have been ever at strife. But tho' vers'd in th' extremes both of pleasure and pain,

I am still but too ready to feel them again :

If, then, for this once in my life I am free,

And escape from a snare might catch wiser than me; 'Tis that beauty alone but imperfectly charms, For tho' brightness may dazzle, 'tis kindness that


As on suns in the winter with pleasure we gaze, But feel not their warmth, tho' their splendor we praise,

So beauty, our just admiration may claim,

But love, and love only, the heart can enflame.






THE bumble Petition of the worshipful Company of Poets and News writers,


THAT your honor's petitioners (dealers in rhymes,
And writers of scandal, for mending the times),
By losses in business, and England's well-doing,
Are sunk in their credit, and verging on ruin.

That these their misfortunes, they humbly con-

Arise not from dullness, as some folks believe,
But from rubs in their way, that your honor has laid,
And want of materials to carry on trade.

That they always had form'd high conceits of their


And meant their last breath should go out in abuse;
But now (and they speak it with sorrow and tears),
Since your honor has sate at the helm of affairs,
No party will join 'em, no faction invite

To heed what they say, or to read what they write;
Sedition, and Tumult, and Discord are fled,

And Slander scarce ventures to lift up her head-
In short, public bus'ness is so carried on,

That their country is sav`d, and the patriots undone,

To perplex him still more, and sure famine to bring

(Now satire has lost both its truth and its sting), If, in spite of their natures, they bungle at praise, Your honor regards not, and nobody pays.

YOUR Petitioners therefore most humbly entreat
(As times will allow, and your honor thinks meet)
That measures be chang'd, and some cause of com-

Be immediately furnish'd, and end their restraint;
Their credit thereby, and their trade to retrieve,
That again they may rail, and the nation believe.

Or else (if your wisdom shall deem it all one),
Now the parliament's rising and business is done,

That your honor would please, at this dangerous crisis
To take to your bosom a few private vices;

By which your petitioners, haply, might thrive,
And keep both themselves and contention alive.

In compassion, good Sir! give 'em something to




honor's petitioners ever shall pray.



Addressed to



Ar length the gallant navy from afar
Rises in prospect, with expanded wings
Improving the kind gale, so long delay'd;
And wins in pompous pride her easy way

To Albion's shore, charg'd with the precious freight
Of England's dearest hopes, and George's love.
Not so desir'd, nor with such treasure fraught,
Arrives the wealthy convoy from the coast
Of Ceylon or Golconda; laden deep
With spicy drugs, barbaric gems, and gold..
Nor he who circled in his daring course
The globe entire, old Ocean's utmost round,
Brought back so rich a prize, though with the spoils
Of proud Iberia loaded he return'd;

Or captive in his hal'sers when he dragg'd

The vanquish'd Gallic fleets; as now he brings,

More welcome, from Germania's friendly shore.

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