To see one man completely blest! See, Orford wisely laying down, Nor giving foes one parting frown, Whilst peace his latest hours shall crown; And good old Wilmington at rest. With twice ten thousand pounds a year, You yet may live, and taste good cheer, 'll ne'er be Lord Treasurer, Tho' you So you repent you of that sin; Whilst I, as others will, no doubt, When **** returns with many a shout, Shall laugh to see your friends trot out, As shamefully as they came in. WYNDHAM AND PULTNEY; OR THE VISION AT BATH. BATH, vex'd with courts, the country sought, He strove to lay aside all cares, Ev'n those for wealth or fame ; Nor brought a spark of malice down, The live-long day in sport he spent, And yet, tho', wearied, home he came, Oh, Thought, thou busy, restless thing, In Peasant and in Peer; How durst thou plague so great a man, A man so great, three nations once, Ev'n Statesmen trembled at his frown, Yet him, at times, thou durst reproach, Thus boldly should a man presume, To stir his soul, yet 'scape his ire, The night was as Corruption dark, Like Justice, mankind slept; When to his lordship's working brain, VOL. I. His mind revolving vast events, His conscience Fancy caught; And sudden to his aching sight, Great Wyndham's * shadow brought. With awful grandeur stalk'd the spright, "Oh, Pultney! listen, Wyndham speaks, "To him and truth attend; "Who, living, still your cause espous❜d, "And now in death your friend. "How bright thy thought, thy words how free, "How upright seem'd thy soul: "As if no hope thy heart could seize, "Why didst thou seem so wise and good, "And yet but act a part; Why, when applauded for that skill, "How, once believing Virtue fair, "Be to her cause untrue; "Or fancy, after acting thus, "A title was thy due? "Why justice seek, why fraud expose, "If this you did not mean? "Or having both to light reveal'd, "How could you zealous seem for right, "While meditating wrong? "Or how believe, an ill-got pow'r "Should e'er continue long? By friends admir'd, by nations lov'd, "Like Cato's, Pultney's name; "How could'st thou slight so great a good, "How fool away such fame? |