That, fuffering from ill tongues, he bears no more Than what his fovereign bears, and what his Saviour bore.

It now remains for you to school your child,
And ask why God's anointed he revil'd;
A king and princefs dead! did Shimei worse ?
The curfer's punishment should fright the curfe :
Your fon was warn'd, and wifely gave it o'er,
But he who counsel'd him has paid the score:
The heavy malice could no higher tend,
But woe to him on whom the weights descend!
So to permitted ills the dæmon flies;

His rage is ain'd at him who rules the skies:
Conftrain'd to quit his caufe, no fuccour found,
The foe discharges every tire around,
In clouds of finoke abandoning the fight;
But his own thundering peals proclaim his flight.
In Henry's change his charge as ill fucceeds;
To that long ftory little anfwer needs:

Confront but Henry's words with Henry's deeds.
Were space allow'd, with ease it might be prov'd,
What fprings his bleffed reformation mov'd.
The dire effects appear'd in open fight,
Which from the cause he calls a diftant flight,
And yet no larger leap than from the fun to light.
Now let your fons a double pæan sound,

A treatise of humility is found.

'Tis found, but better it had ne'er been fought, Than thus in proteftant proceffion brought.

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The fam'd original through Spain is known,
Rodriguez' work, my celebrated fon,

Which yours, by ill-translating, made his own;
Conceal'd its author, and ufurp'd the name,
The baseft and ignoblest theft of fame.
My altars kindled first that living coal;
Reftore or practise better what you ftole:
That virtue could this humble verfe inspire,
'Tis all the reftitution I require.

Glad was the Panther that the charge was clos'd.

And none of all her favourite fons expos'd.
For laws of arms permit each injur'd man,
To make himself a faver where he can.
Perhaps the plunder'd merchant cannot tell
The names of pirates in whofe hands he fell;
But at the den of thieves he justly flies,
And every Algerine is lawful prize.
No private perion in the foe's estate
Can plead exemption from the public fate.
Yet christian laws allow not fuch redress;
Then let the greater fuperfede the less.
But let th' abetters of the Panther's crime
Learn to make fairer wars another time.
Some characters may fure be found to write
Among her fons; for 'tis no common fight,
A fpotted dam, and all her offspring white.
The Savage, though fhe faw her plea control'd,
Yet would not wholly feem to quit her hold,
But offer'd fairly to compound the ftrife,
And judge converfion by the convert's life.

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'Tis true, she said, I think it somewhat strange,
So few should follow profitable change:

For prefent joys are more to flesh and blood,
Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
'Twas well alluded by a son of mine,

(I hope to quote him is not to purloin)
Two magnets, heaven and earth, allure to bliss;
The larger loadstone that, the nearer this :
The weak attraction of the greater fails;
We nod a while, but neighbourhood prevails:
But when the greater proves the nearer too,
I wonder more your converts come fo flow.
Methinks in those who firm with me remain,
It shows a nobler principle than gain.

Your inference would be ftrong (the Hind reply'd) If yours were in effect the fuffering fide:

Your clergy's fons their own in peace poffefs,

Nor are their prospects in reverfion less.

My profelytes are ftruck with awful dread;

Your bloody comet-laws hang blazing o'er their head;
The refpite they enjoy but only lent,

The best they have to hope, protracted punishment.
Be judge yourself if interest may prevail,

Which motives, yours or mine, will turn the fcale.
While pride and pomp allure, and plenteous ease,
That is, till man's predominant paffions cease,
Admire no longer at my flow increase.

By education most have been misled;

So they believe, because they fo were bred.

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The priest continues what the nurse began,
And thus the child impofes on the man.
The reft I nam'd before, nor need repeat:
But interest is the most prevailing cheat,
The fly feducer both of age and youth;
They study that, and think they study truth.
When intereft fortifies an argument,
Weak reason ferves to gain the will's affent;
For fouls, already warp'd, receive an easy bent.
Add long prefcription of establifh'd laws,
And pique of honour to maintain a cause,
And shame of change, and fear of future ill,
And zeal, the blind conductor of the will;
And chief among the ftill-mistaking crowd, ·
The fame of teachers obftinate and proud,
And more than all the private judge allow'd;
Difdain of fathers which the dance began,
And last, uncertain whofe the narrower fpan,
The clown unread, and half-read gentleman.

To this the Panther, with a fcornful fimile:
Yet ftill you travel with unwearied toil,
And range around the realm without control,
Among my fons for profelytes to prowl,
And here and there you snap fome filly foul.
You hinted fears of future change in state;
Pray heaven you did not prophefy your fate!
Perhaps, you think your time of triumph near,
But may mistake the feason of the year;
The Swallow's fortune gives you cause to fear.

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For charity, reply'd the Matron, tell

What fad mifchance those pretty birds befel.

Nay, no mifchance, the Savage Dame reply'd,
But want of wit in their unerring guide,

And eager hafte, and gaudy hopes, and giddy pride.
Yet wishing timely warning may prevail,

Make you the moral, and I'll tell the tale.
The Swallow, privileg'd above the rest
Of all the birds, as man's familiar guest,
Pursues the fun in fummer brisk and bold,
But wifely shuns the perfecuting cold :

Is well to chancels and to chimnies known,
Though 'tis not thought the feeds on fmoke alone.
From hence fhe has been held of heavenly line,
Endued with particles of foul divine.

This merry chorifter had long poffefs'd

Her fummer feat, and feather'd well her neft:
Till frowning skies began to change their chear,
And time turn'd up the wrong fide of the year;
The shedding trees began the ground to ftrow
With yellow leaves, and bitter blasts to blow.
Sad auguries of winter thence she drew,
Which by instinct, or prophecy, she knew:
When prudence warn'd her to remove betimes,
And feek a better heaven, and warmer climes.
Her fons were fummon'd on a steeple's height,
And, call'd in common council, vote a flight;
The day was nam'd, the next that should be fair :
All to the general rendezvous repair,
They try their fluttering wings, and trust themselves

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