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TABLE TAL K.

Si te fortè mec gravis uret sarcina cbarte
Abjicito.

-Hor. LIB. I. Epis. 13.

A. You told me, I remember, glory built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt ;
The deeds that men admire as half divine,
Stark naught; because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this ! that without scruple tears
The laurel that the very lightning spares,
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant, that men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war,
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with justice on his fide.
VOL. I.
B

Let

Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnaffian dews, ?
Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry muse,
Who, with a courage of unshaken root,
In honour's field advancing his firm foot,
Plants it upon the line that justice draws,
And will prevail or perish in her cause.
'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes
His portion in the good that heav'n bestows,
And when recording history displays
Feats of renown, though wrought in antient days,
Tells of a few stout hearts that fought and dy'd
Where duty plac'd them, at their country's fide ;
The man that is not mov'd with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind and born to be a flave.

But let eternal infamy pursue
'The wretch to nought but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock,
To see a people scatter'd like a flock,
Some rojal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tyger feels ;
Then view him felf-proclaim'd in a gazette,
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet ;

The

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