Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett. Thomas Parnell

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needy traveller, serene and gay,

       Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil away.

       Does envy seize thee? Crush the upbraiding joy,

       Increase his riches, and his peace destroy—40

       Now fears in dire vicissitude invade,

       The rustling brake alarms, and quivering shade;

       Nor light nor darkness brings his pain relief,

       One shows the plunder, and one hides the thief.

       Yet still one general cry the sky assails,

       And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales;

       Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,

       The insidious rival, and the gaping heir.

      Once more, Democritus! arise on earth,

       With cheerful wisdom and instructive mirth; 50

       See motley life in modern trappings dress'd,

       And feed with varied fools the eternal jest:

       Thou who could'st laugh where want enchain'd caprice,

       Toil crush'd conceit, and man was of a piece:

       Where wealth, unloved, without a mourner died;

       And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride;

       Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate,

       Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state;

       Where change of favourites made no change of laws,

       And senates heard before they judged a cause; 60

       How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish tribe,

       Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe!

       Attentive, truth and nature to descry,

       And pierce each scene with philosophic eye,

       To thee were solemn toys or empty show

       The robes of pleasure, and the veils of woe:

       All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain,

       Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain.

      Such was the scorn that fill'd the sage's mind,

       Renew'd at every glance on human kind. 70

       How just that scorn, e'er yet thy voice declare,

       Search every state, and canvass every prayer.

      Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate,

       Athirst for wealth, and burning to be great;

       Delusive Fortune hears the incessant call,

       They mount, they shine, evaporate, and fall.

       On every stage the foes of peace attend,

       Hate dogs their flight, and insult mocks their end.

       Love ends with hope, the sinking statesman's door

       Pours in the morning worshipper no more; 80

       For growing names the weekly scribbler lies,

       To growing wealth the dedicator flies;

       From every room descends the painted face,

       That hung the bright Palladium of the place;

       And smoked in kitchens, or in auctions sold,

       To better features yields the frame of gold;

       For now no more we trace in every line

       Heroic worth, benevolence divine:

       The form distorted justifies the fall,

       And detestation rids the indignant wall. 90

      But will not Britain hear the last appeal,

       Sign her foes' doom, or guard her favourites' zeal?

       Through Freedom's sons no more remonstrance rings,

       Degrading nobles, and controlling kings;

       Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats,

       And ask no questions, but the price of votes;

       With weekly libels and septennial ale,

       Their wish is full to riot and to rail.

      In full-blown dignity see Wolsey stand,

       Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand! 100

       To him the church, the realm, their powers consign,

       Through him the rays of regal bounty shine;

       Turn'd by his nod, the stream of honour flows,

       His smile alone security bestows:

       Still to new heights his restless wishes tower;

       Claim leads to claim, and power advances power;

       Till conquest unresisted ceased to please,

       And rights submitted, left him none to seize.

       At length his sovereign frowns—the train of state

       Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate; 110

       Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye,

       His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly;

       Now drops at once the pride of awful state,

       The golden canopy, the glittering plate,

       The regal palace, the luxurious board,

       The liveried army, and the menial lord.

       With age, with cares, with maladies oppress'd,

       He seeks the refuge of monastic rest.

       Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings,

       And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings. 120

      Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine,

       Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine?

       Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content,

       The wisest justice on the banks of Trent?

       For why did Wolsey, near the steeps of Fate,

       On weak foundations raise the enormous weight?

       Why but to sink beneath Misfortune's blow,

       With louder ruin, to the gulphs below!

       What gave great Villiers to the assassin's knife,

       And fix'd disease on Harley's closing life? 130

       What murder'd Wentworth, and what exiled Hyde,

       By kings protected, and to kings allied?

       What but their wish indulged, in courts to shine,

       And power too great to keep, or to resign!

      When first the college rolls receive his name,

       The young enthusiast quits his ease for fame;

       Resistless burns the fever of renown,

       Caught from the strong contagion of the gown:

       O'er Bodley's dome his future labours spread,

       And Bacon's[1] mansion trembles o'er his head. 140

       Are these thy views? Proceed, illustrious youth,

       And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth!

       Yet, should thy soul indulge the generous heat,

       Till captive Science yields her last retreat;

       Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray,

       And pour on misty Doubt resistless day;

       Should no false kindness lure to loose delight,

       Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright;

       Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain,