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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 repent you of that sin;
As shamefully as they came in.
WYNDHAM AND PULTNEY ;
VISION AT BATH.
BATH, vex'd with courts, the country sought,
To ease his troubled mind; But little dreamt the angry Peer,
More trouble there to find.
He strove to lay aside all cares,
Ev'n those for wealth or fame; Nor brought a spark of malice down,
Except against the game.
The live-long day in sport he spent,
His toils surviv'd the light;
He slept not sound at night.
Oh, Thought, thou busy, restless thing, In Peasant and in Peer
r; How durst thou plague so great a man,
Who holds his peace so dear?
A man so great, three nations once,
Did on his steps attend ; Ev'n Statesmen trembled at his frown,
And Kings to him did bend.
Yet him, at times, thou durst reproach,
Durst tax him with his deeds; Thus boldly should a man presume,
For his offence he bleeds.
To stir his soul, yet ’scape his ire,
An act he would not boast, Knowing no mortal venture might,
Thought introduced a ghost.
The night was as Corruption dark,
Like Justice, mankind slept ; When to his lordship’s working brain,
This dreadful Vision crept.
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,
With terror shook the Peer;
He heard or seem'd to hear.
Oh, Pultney ! listen, Wyndham speaks,
“ To him and truth attend ;
“ How bright thy thought, thy words how free,
“ How upright seem'd thy soul : “ As if no hope thy heart could seize,
“ Nor any fear control.
Sir William Wyndham.
“ Why didst thou seem so wise and good,
“ And yet but act a part ;
“ Did it not touch thy heart?
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 reveald,
Why, after, turn a screen?
“ 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?