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Happy the bard though few such bards we find	A
Who 'bove controlment dares to speak his mind	A
Dares unabash'd in every place appear	B
And nothing fears but what he ought to fear	B
Him Fashion cannot tempt him abject Need	C
Cannot compel him Pride cannot mislead	C
To be the slave of Greatness to strike sail	D
When sweeping onward with her peacock's tail	D
Quality in full plumage passes by	E
He views her with a fix'd contemptuous eye	E
And mocks the puppet keeps his own due state	F
And is above conversing with the great	F
Perish those slaves those minions of the quill	G
Who have conspired to seize that sacred hill	G
Where the Nine Sisters pour a genuine strain	H
And sunk the mountain level with the plain	H
Who with mean private views and servile art	I
No spark of virtue living in their heart	I
Have basely turn'd apostates have debased	J
Their dignity of office have disgraced	J
Like Eli's sons the altars where they stand	K
And caused their name to stink through all the land	K
Have stoop'd to prostitute their venal pen	L
For the support of great but guilty men	L
Have made the bard of their own vile accord	M
Inferior to that thing we call a lord	M
What is a lord Doth that plain simple word	N
Contain some magic spell As soon as heard	N
Like an alarum bell on Night's dull ear	O
Doth it strike louder and more strong appear	B
Than other words Whether we will or no	P
Through Reason's court doth it unquestion'd go	P
E'en on the mention and of course transmit	Q
Notions of something excellent of wit	Q
Pleasing though keen of humour free though chaste	J
Of sterling genius with sound judgment graced	J
Of virtue far above temptation's reach	R
And honour which not malice can impeach	R
Believe it not 'twas Nature's first intent	S
Before their rank became their punishment	T
They should have pass'd for men nor blush'd to prize	U
The blessings she bestow'd she gave them eyes	U
And they could see she gave them ears they heard	N
The instruments of stirring and they stirr'd	N
Like us they were design'd to eat to drink	V
To talk and every now and then to think	V
Till they by Pride corrupted for the sake	W
Of singularity disclaim'd that make	W
Till they disdaining Nature's vulgar mode	X
Flew off and struck into another road	X
More fitting Quality and to our view	Y
Came forth a species altogether new	Y
Something we had not known and could not know	P
Like nothing of God's making here below	P
Nature exclaim'd with wonder 'Lords are things	Z
Which never made by me were made by kings '	A2
A lord nor let the honest and the brave	B2
The true old noble with the fool and knave	B2
Here mix his fame cursed be that thought of mine	C2
Which with a B and E should Grafton join	D2
A lord nor here let Censure rashly call	E2
My just contempt of some abuse of all	E2
And as of late when Sodom was my theme	F2
Slander my purpose and my Muse blaspheme	F2
Because she stops not rapid in her song	G2
To make exceptions as she goes along	G2
Though well she hopes to find another year	B
A whole minority exceptions here	O
A mere mere lord with nothing but the name	F2
Wealth all his worth and title all his fame	F2
Lives on another man himself a blank	H2
Thankless he lives or must some grandsire thank	H2
For smuggled honours and ill gotten pelf	B2
A bard owes all to Nature and himself	B2
Gods how my soul is burnt up with disdain	H
When I see men whom Phoebus in his train	H
Might view with pride lackey the heels of those	I2
Whom Genius ranks among her greatest foes	I2
And what's the cause Why these same sons of Scorn	J2
No thanks to them were to a title born	J2
And could not help it by chance hither sent	S
And only deities by accident	T
Had Fortune on our getting chanced to shine	C2
Their birthright honours had been yours or mine	C2
'Twas a mere random stroke and should the Throne	K2
Eye thee with favour proud and lordly grown	K2
Thou though a bard might'st be their fellow yet	L2
But Felix never can be made a wit	Q
No in good faith that's one of those few things	Z
Which Fate hath placed beyond the reach of kings	Z
Bards may be lords but 'tis not in the cards	M2
Play how we will to turn lords into bards	M2
A bard a lord why let them hand in hand	K
Go forth as friends and travel through the land	K
Observe which word the people can digest	N2
Most readily which goes to market best	N2
Which gets most credit whether men will trust	O2
A bard because they think he may be just	O2
Or on a lord will chose to risk their gains	M2
Though privilege in that point still remains	M2
A bard a lord let Reason take her scales	M2
And fairly weigh those words see which prevails	M2
Which in the balance lightly kicks the beam	F2
And which by sinking we the victor deem	F2
'Tis done and Hermes by command of Jove	B2
Summons a synod in the sacred grove	B2
Gods throng with gods to take their chairs on high	B2
And sit in state the senate of the sky	B2
Whilst in a kind of parliament below	P
Men stare at those above and want to know	P
What they're transacting Reason takes her stand	K
Just in the midst a balance in her hand	K
Which o'er and o'er she tries and finds it true	Y
From either side conducted full in view	Y
A man comes forth of figure strange and queer	B
We now and then see something like them here	O
The first was meagre flimsy void of strength	P2
But Nature kindly had made up in length	P2
What she in breadth denied erect and proud	Q2
A head and shoulders taller than the crowd	Q2
He deem'd them pigmies all loose hung his skin	R2
O'er his bare bones his face so very thin	R2
So very narrow and so much beat out	S2
That physiognomists have made a doubt	S2
Proportion lost expression quite forgot	T2
Whether it could be call'd a face or not	T2
At end of it howe'er unbless'd with beard	U2
Some twenty fathom length of chin appear'd	U2
With legs which we might well conceive that Fate	F
Meant only to support a spider's weight	F
Firmly he strove to tread and with a stride	V2
Which show'd at once his weakness and his pride	V2
Shaking himself to pieces seem'd to cry	B2
'Observe good people how I shake the sky '	A2
In his right hand a paper did he hold	W2
On which at large in characters of gold	W2
Distinct and plain for those who run to see	M2
Saint Archibald had wrote L O R D	M2
This with an air of scorn he from afar	X2
Twirl'd into Reason's scales and on that bar	X2
Which from his soul he hated yet admired	N
Quick turn'd his back and as he came retired	Y2
The judge to all around his name declared	Z2
Each goddess titter'd each god laugh'd Jove stared	Z2
And the whole people cried with one accord	M
'Good Heaven bless us all is that a Lord '	A2
Such was the first the second was a man	A3
Whom Nature built on quite a different plan	A3
A bear whom from the moment he was born	J2
His dam despised and left unlick'd in scorn	J2
A Babel which the power of Art outdone	B3
She could not finish when she had begun	B3
An utter Chaos out of which no might	C3
But that of God could strike one spark of light	C3
Broad were his shoulders and from blade to blade	D3
A H might at full length have laid	D3
Vast were his bones his muscles twisted strong	G2
His face was short but broader than 'twas long	G2
His features though by Nature they were large	E3
Contentment had contrived to overcharge	E3
And bury meaning save that we might spy	B2
Sense lowering on the penthouse of his eye	B2
His arms were two twin oaks his legs so stout	S2
That they might bear a Mansion house about	S2
Nor were they look but at his body there	F3
Design'd by Fate a much less weight to bear	F3
O'er a brown cassock which had once been black	G3
Which hung in tatters on his brawny back	G3
A sight most strange and awkward to behold	W2
He threw a covering of blue and gold	W2
Just at that time of life when man by rule	H3
The fop laid down takes up the graver fool	H3
He started up a fop and fond of show	P
Look'd like another Hercules turn'd beau	P
A subject met with only now and then	L
Much fitter for the pencil than the pen	L
Hogarth would dr	I3

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