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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Epistle Of The Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,<br>Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;<br>At living worth, because alive, exclaim,<br>Insult the exil'd, and the dead defame!<br>Such paint what pity veils in private woes,<br>And what we see with grief, with mirth expose;<br>Studious to urge-(whom will mean authors spare?)<br>The child's, the parent's, and the consort's tear:<br>Unconscious of what pangs the heart may rend,<br>To lose what they have ne'er deserv'd-a friend.<br>Such, ignorant of facts, invent, relate,<br>Expos'd persist, and answer'd still debate:<br>Such, but by foils, the clearest lustre see,<br>And deem aspersing others praising thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Far from these tracks my honest lays aspire,<br>And greet a gen'rous heart with gen'rous fire.<br>Truth be my guide! Truth, which thy virtue claims!<br>This, nor the poet, nor the patron shames!<br>When party-minds shall lose contracted views,<br>And hist'ry question the recording Muse;<br>'Tis this alone to after-times must shine,<br>And stamp the poet and his theme divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Long has my Muse, from many a mournful cause,<br>Sung with small pow'r, nor sought sublime applause;<br>From that great point she now shall urge her scope;<br>On that fair promise rest her future hope;<br>Where policy, from state-illusion clear,<br>Can through an open aspect shine sincere;<br>Where Science, Law, and Liberty depend,<br>And own the patron, patriot, and the friend;<br>(That breast to feel, that eye on worth to gaze,<br>That smile to cherish, and that hand to raise!)<br>Whose best of hearts her best of thoughts inflame,<br>Whose joy is bounty, and whose gift is fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where, for relief, flees innocence distress'd?<br>To you, who chase oppression from th' oppress'd:<br>Who, when complaint to you alone belongs,<br>Forgive your own, tho' not a people's wrongs:<br>Who still make public property your care,<br>And thence bid private griefs no more despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ask they what state your shelt'ring care shall own?<br>'Tis youth, 'tis age, the cottage, and the throne:<br>Nor can the prison 'scape your searching eye,<br>'You ear still opening to the captive's cry.<br>Nor less was promis'd from thy early skill,<br>Ere power enforc'd benevolence of will!<br>To friends refin'd, thy private life adher'd<br>By thee improving, ere by thee prefer'd.<br>Well hadst thou weigh'd what truth such friends afford,<br>With thee resigning, and with thee restor'd.<br>Thou taught'st them all extensive love to bear,<br>And now mankind with thee their friendship share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As the rich cloud by due degrees expands,<br>And show'rs down plenty thick on sundry lands,<br>Thy spreading worth in various bounty fell,<br>Made genius flourish, and made art excel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>How many, yet deceiv'd, all pow'r oppose?<br>Their fears increasing, as decrease their woes;<br>Jealous of bondage, while they freedom gain,<br>And most oblig'd, most eager to complain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But well we count our bliss, if well we view,<br>When pow'r oppression, not protection grew;<br>View present ills that punish distant climes;<br>Or bleed in mem'ry here from ancient times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mark first the robe abus'd Religion wore,<br>Story'd with griefs, and stain'd with human gore?<br>What various tortures, engines, fires, reveal,<br>Study'd, empower'd, and sanctify'd by zeal?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Stop here, my Muse!-Peculiar woes descry!<br>Bid 'em in sad succession strike thy eye!<br>Lo, to her eye the sad succession springs!<br>She looks, she weeps, and, as she weeps, she sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See the doom'd Hebrew of his stores bereft!<br>See holy murder justify the theft!<br>His ravag'd gold some useless shrine shall raise,<br>His gems on superstitious idols blaze<br>His wife, his babe, deny'd their little home,<br>Strip'd, starv'd, unfriended, and unpity'd roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lo, the priest's hand the Wafer-God supplies!-<br>A king by consecrated poison dies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See learning range yon broad ethereal plain,<br>From world to world, and god-like Science gain!<br>Ah! what avails the curious search sustain'd,<br>The finish'd toil, the god-like Science gain'd?<br>Sentenc'd to flames th' expensive wisdom fell,<br>And truth from heav'n was sorcery from hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See Reason bid each mystic wile retire,<br>Strike out new light! and mark!-the wise admire!<br>Zeal shall such heresy, like Learning, hate;<br>The same their glory, and the same their fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lo, from sought mercy, one his life receives!<br>Life, worse than death, that cruel mercy gives:<br>The man, perchance, who wealth and honours bore,<br>Slaves in the mine, or ceaseless strains the oar.<br>So dom'd are these, and such perhaps, our doom,<br>Own'd we a Prince, avert it heaven! from Rome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor private worth alone false Zeal assails;<br>Whole nations bleed when bigotry prevails.<br>What are sworn friendships? What are kindred ties?<br>What's faith with heresy? (the zealot cries.)<br>See, when war sinks the thund'ring cannon's roar;<br>When wounds, and death, and discord are no more;<br>When music bids undreading joys advance,<br>Swell the soft hour, and turn the swimming dance:<br>When to crown these, the social sparkling bowl<br>Lifts the cheer'd sense, and pours out all the soul;<br>Sudden he sends red massacre abroad;<br>Faithless to man, to prove his faith to God.<br>What pure persuasive eloquence denies,<br>All-drunk with blood, the arguing sword supplies;<br>The sword, which to th' assassin's hand is given!<br>Th' assassin's hand!-pronounc'd the hand of heaven!<br>Sex bleeds with sex, and infancy with age;<br>No rank, no place, no virtue stops his rage.<br>Shall sword, and flame, and devastation cease,<br>To please with zeal, wild zeal! the God of Peace?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor less abuse has scourg'd the civil state,<br>When a King's will became a nation's fate.<br>Enormous pow'r! Nor noble, nor serene;<br>Now fierce and cruel; now but wild and mean.<br>See titles sold, to raise th' unjust supply!<br>Compell'd the purchase! or be fin'd, or buy!<br>No public spirit, guarded well by laws,<br>Uncensur'd, censures in his country's cause.<br>See from the merchant forc'd th' unwilling loan!<br>Who dares deny, or deem his wealth his own?<br>Denying, see! where dungeon-damps arise,<br>Diseas'd he pines, and unassisted dies.<br>Far more than massacre that fate accurst!<br>As of all deaths the ling'ring is the worst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>New courts of censure griev'd with new offence,<br>Tax'd without power, and fin'd without pretence,<br>Explain'd, at will, each statute's wrested aim,<br>'Till marks of merit were the marks of shame;<br>So monstrous!-Life was the severest grief,<br>And the worst death seem'd welcome for relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In vain the subject sought redress from law,<br>No senate liv'd the partial judge to awe:<br>Senates were void, and senators confin'd,<br>For the great cause of Nature and Mankind;<br>Who Kings superior to the people own;<br>Yet prove the law superior to the throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who can review, without a gen'rous tear,<br>A Church, a State, so impious, so severe;<br>A land uncultur'd thro' polemic jars,<br>Rich!-but with carnage from intestine wars;<br>The hand of Industry employ'd no more,<br>And Commerce flying to some safer shore;<br>All property reduc'd, to Pow'r a prey,<br>And Sense and Learning chas'd by Zeal away?<br>Who honours not each dear departed ghost,<br>That strove for Liberty so won, so lost:<br>So well regain'd when god-like William rose,<br>And first entail'd the blessing George bestows?<br>May Walpole still the growing triumph raise,<br>And bid these emulate Eliza's days;<br>Still serve a Prince, who o'er his people great,<br>As far transcends in virtue, as in state!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Muse pursues thee to thy rural seat;<br>Ev'n there shall Liberty inspire retreat.<br>When solemn cares in flowing wit are drown'd,<br>And sportive chat and social laughs go round:<br>Ev'n then, when pausing mirth begins to fail,<br>The converse varies to the serious tale.<br>The tale pathetic speaks some wretch that owes<br>To some deficient law reliefless woes.<br>What instant pity warms the gen'rous breast?<br>How all the legislator stands confess'd!<br>Now springs the hint! 'tis now improv'd to thought!<br>Now ripe! and now to public welfare brought!<br>New bills, which regulating means bestow,<br>Justice preserve, yet soft'ning mercy know:<br>Justice shall low vexatious wiles decline,<br>And still thrive most, when lawyers most repine.<br>Justice from jargon shall refin'd appear,<br>To knowledge thro' our native language clear.<br>Hence we may learn, no more deceiv'd by law,<br>Whence wealth and life their best assurance draw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The freed Insolvent, with industrious hand,<br>Strives yet to satisfy the just demand:<br>Thus ruthless men, who wou'd his pow'rs restrain,<br>Oft what severity would lose, obtain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These, and a thousand gifts, thy thought acquires,<br>Which Liberty benevolent inspires.<br>From Liberty the fruits of law increase,<br>Plenty, and joy, and all the arts of peace.<br>Abroad the merchant, while the tempests rave,<br>Advent'rous sails, nor fears the wind and wave;<br>At home untir'd we find th' auspicious hand<br>With flocks, and herds, and harvests, bless the land:<br>While there, the peasant glads the grateful soil,<br>Here mark the shipwright, there the mason toil,<br>Hew, square, and rear magnificent the stone,<br>And give our oaks a glory not their own!<br>What life demands, by this obeys her call,<br>And added elegance consummates all.<br>Thus stately cities statelier navies rise,<br>And spread our grandeur under distant skies,<br>From Liberty each nobler Science sprung,<br>A Bacon brighten'd, and a Spenser sung:<br>A Clarke and Locke new tracts of truth explore,<br>And Newton reaches heights unreach'd before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What Trade sees Property that wealth maintain,<br>Which industry no longer dreads to gain;<br>What tender conscience kneels with fears resign'd,<br>Enjoys her worship, and avows her mind;<br>What genius now from want to fortune climbs,<br>And to safe Science ev'ry thought sublimes;<br>What Royal Pow'r, from his superior state,<br>Sees public happiness his own create;<br>But kens those patriot-souls, to which he owes<br>Of old each source, whence now each blessing flows?<br>And if such spirits from their heav'n descend,<br>And blended flame, to point one glorious end;<br>Flame from one breast, and thence on Britain shine,<br>What love what praise, O Walpole, then is thine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Savage">Richard Savage</a><div class=q>
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Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;
At living worth, because alive, exclaim,
Insult the exil'd, and the dead defame!
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