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Health to great Glo'ster from a man unknown	A
Who holds thy health as dearly as his own	A
Accept this greeting nor let modest fear	B
Call up one maiden blush I mean not here	C
To wound with flattery 'tis a villain's art	D
And suits not with the frankness of my heart	D
Truth best becomes an orthodox divine	E
And spite of Hell that character is mine	E
To speak e'en bitter truths I cannot fear	B
But truth my lord is panegyric here	C
Health to great Glo'ster nor through love of ease	F
Which all priests love let this address displease	F
I ask no favour not one note I crave	G
And when this busy brain rests in the grave	G
For till that time it never can have rest	H
I will not trouble you with one bequest	H
Some humbler friend my mortal journey done	I
More near in blood a nephew or a son	I
In that dread hour executor I'll leave	J
For I alas have many to receive	J
To give but little To great Glo'ster health	K
Nor let thy true and proper love of wealth	K
Here take a false alarm in purse though poor	L
In spirit I'm right proud nor can endure	M
The mention of a bribe thy pocket's free	N
I though a dedicator scorn a fee	N
Let thy own offspring all thy fortunes share	O
I would not Allen rob nor Allen's heir	O
Think not a thought unworthy thy great soul	P
Which pomps of this world never could control	P
Which never offer'd up at Power's vain shrine	E
Think not that pomp and power can work on mine	E
'Tis not thy name though that indeed is great	Q
'Tis not the tinsel trumpery of state	Q
'Tis not thy title Doctor though thou art	D
'Tis not thy mitre which hath won my heart	D
State is a farce names are but empty things	R
Degrees are bought and by mistaken kings	R
Titles are oft misplaced mitres which shine	E
So bright in other eyes are dull in mine	E
Unless set off by virtue who deceives	R
Under the sacred sanction of lawn sleeves	R
Enhances guilt commits a double sin	S
So fair without and yet so foul within	S
'Tis not thy outward form thy easy mien	T
Thy sweet complacency thy brow serene	T
Thy open front thy love commanding eye	U
Where fifty Cupids as in ambush lie	U
Which can from sixty to sixteen impart	D
The force of Love and point his blunted dart	D
'Tis not thy face though that by Nature's made	V
An index to thy soul though there display'd	V
We see thy mind at large and through thy skin	S
Peeps out that courtesy which dwells within	S
'Tis not thy birth for that is low as mine	E
Around our heads no lineal glories shine	E
But what is birth when to delight mankind	W
Heralds can make those arms they cannot find	W
When thou art to thyself thy sire unknown	A
A whole Welsh genealogy alone	A
No 'tis thy inward man thy proper worth	X
Thy right just estimation here on earth	X
Thy life and doctrine uniformly join'd	Y
And flowing from that wholesome source thy mind	W
Thy known contempt of Persecution's rod	Z
Thy charity for man thy love of God	Z
Thy faith in Christ so well approved 'mongst men	A2
Which now give life and utterance to my pen	A2
Thy virtue not thy rank demands my lays	R
'Tis not the Bishop but the Saint I praise	R
Raised by that theme I soar on wings more strong	B2
And burst forth into praise withheld too long	B2
Much did I wish e'en whilst I kept those sheep	C2
Which for my curse I was ordain'd to keep	C2
Ordain'd alas to keep through need not choice	R
Those sheep which never heard their shepherd's voice	R
Which did not know yet would not learn their way	D2
Which stray'd themselves yet grieved that I should stray	D2
Those sheep which my good father on his bier	C
Let filial duty drop the pious tear	O
Kept well yet starved himself e'en at that time	E2
Whilst I was pure and innocent of rhyme	E2
Whilst sacred Dulness ever in my view	F2
Sleep at my bidding crept from pew to pew	F2
Much did I wish though little could I hope	G2
A friend in him who was the friend of Pope	G2
His hand said I my youthful steps shall guide	H2
And lead me safe where thousands fall beside	H2
His temper his experience shall control	P
And hush to peace the tempest of my soul	P
His judgment teach me from the critic school	I2
How not to err and how to err by rule	I2
Instruct me mingle profit with delight	J2
Where Pope was wrong where Shakspeare was not right	J2
Where they are justly praised and where through whim	K2
How little's due to them how much to him	K2
Raised 'bove the slavery of common rules	R
Of common sense of modern ancient schools	R
Those feelings banish'd which mislead us all	L2
Fools as we are and which we Nature call	L2
He by his great example might impart	D
A better something and baptize it Art	D
He all the feelings of my youth forgot	M2
Might show me what is taste by what is not	M2
By him supported with a proper pride	H2
I might hold all mankind as fools beside	H2
He should a world perverse and peevish grown	A
Explode his maxims and assert their own	A
Might teach me like himself to be content	N2
And let their folly be their punishment	O2
Might like himself teach his adopted son	I
'Gainst all the world to quote a Warburton	I
Fool that I was could I so much deceive	J
My soul with lying hopes could I believe	J
That he the servant of his Maker sworn	P2
The servant of his Saviour would be torn	P2
From their embrace and leave that dear employ	Q2
The cure of souls his duty and his joy	Q2
For toys like mine and waste his precious time	E2
On which so much depended for a rhyme	E2
Should he forsake the task he undertook	R2
Desert his flock and break his pastoral crook	R2
Should he forbid it Heaven so high in place	R
So rich in knowledge quit the work of grace	R
And idly wandering o'er the Muses' hill	S2
Let the salvation of mankind stand still	S2
Far far be that from thee yes far from thee	N
Be such revolt from grace and far from me	N
The will to think it guilt is in the thought	T2
Not so not so hath Warburton been taught	T2
Not so learn'd Christ Recall that day well known	A
When to maintain God's honour and his own	A
He call'd blasphemers forth methinks I now	U2
See stern Rebuke enthroned on his brow	U2
And arm'd with tenfold terrors from his tongue	V2
Where fiery zeal and Christian fury hung	V2
Methinks I hear the deep toned thunders roll	P
And chill with horror every sinner's soul	P
In vain they strive to fly flight cannot save	G
And Potter trembles even in his grave	G
With all the conscious pride of innocence	R
Methinks I hear him in his own defence	R
Bear witness to himself whilst all men knew	F2
By gospel rules his witness to be true	F2
O glorious man thy zeal I must commend	W2
Though it deprived me of my dearest friend	W2
The real motives of thy anger known	A
Wilkes must the justice of that anger own	A
And could thy bosom have been bared to view	F2
Pitied himself in turn had pitied you	F2
Bred to the law you wisely took the gown	X2
Which I like Demas foolishly laid down	X2
Hence double strength our Holy Mother drew	F2
Me she got rid of and made prize of you	F2
I like an idle truant fond of play	D2
Doting on toys and throwing gems away	D2
Grasping at shadows let the substance slip	Y2
But you my lord renounced attorneyship	Y2
With better purpose and more noble aim	Z2
And wisely played a more substantial game	Z2
Nor did Law mourn bless'd in her younger son	I
For Mansfield does what Glo'ster would have done	I
Doctor Dean Bishop Glo'ster and My Lord	A3
If haply these high titles may accord	A3
With thy meek spirit if the barren sound	B3
Of pride delights thee to the topmost round	B3
Of Fortune's ladder got despise not one	I
For want of smooth hypocrisy undone	I
Who far below turns up his wondering eye	U
And without envy sees thee placed so high	U
Let not thy brain as brains less potent might	J2
Dizzy confounded giddy with the height	J2
Turn round and lose distinction lose her skill	S2
And wonted powers of knowing good from ill	S2
Of sifting truth from falsehood friends from foes	R
Let Glo'ster well remember how he rose	R
Nor turn his back on men who made him great	Q
Let him not gorged with power and drunk with state	Q
Forget what once he was though now so high	U
How low how mean and full as poor as I	U

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