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Accursed the man whom Fate ordains in spite	A
And cruel parents teach to read and write	A
What need of letters wherefore should we spell	B
Why write our names A mark will do as well	B
Much are the precious hours of youth misspent	C
In climbing Learning's rugged steep ascent	C
When to the top the bold adventurer's got	D
He reigns vain monarch o'er a barren spot	D
Whilst in the vale of Ignorance below	E
Folly and Vice to rank luxuriance grow	E
Honours and wealth pour in on every side	F
And proud Preferment rolls her golden tide	F
O'er crabbed authors life's gay prime to waste	G
To cramp wild genius in the chains of taste	G
To bear the slavish drudgery of schools	H
And tamely stoop to every pedant's rules	H
For seven long years debarr'd of liberal ease	I
To plod in college trammels to degrees	I
Beneath the weight of solemn toys to groan	J
Sleep over books and leave mankind unknown	J
To praise each senior blockhead's threadbare tale	K
And laugh till reason blush and spirits fail	K
Manhood with vile submission to disgrace	L
And cap the fool whose merit is his place	L
Vice Chancellors whose knowledge is but small	M
And Chancellors who nothing know at all	M
Ill brook'd the generous spirit in those days	N
When learning was the certain road to praise	N
When nobles with a love of science bless'd	O
Approved in others what themselves possess'd	O
But now when Dulness rears aloft her throne	J
When lordly vassals her wide empire own	J
When Wit seduced by Envy starts aside	F
And basely leagues with Ignorance and Pride	F
What now should tempt us by false hopes misled	P
Learning's unfashionable paths to tread	P
To bear those labours which our fathers bore	Q
That crown withheld which they in triumph wore	Q
When with much pains this boasted learning's got	D
'Tis an affront to those who have it not	D
In some it causes hate in others fear	R
Instructs our foes to rail our friends to sneer	R
With prudent haste the worldly minded fool	S
Forgets the little which he learn'd at school	S
The elder brother to vast fortunes born	T
Looks on all science with an eye of scorn	T
Dependent brethren the same features wear	U
And younger sons are stupid as the heir	U
In senates at the bar in church and state	V
Genius is vile and learning out of date	V
Is this oh death to think is this the land	W
Where Merit and Reward went hand in hand	W
Where heroes parent like the poet view'd	X
By whom they saw their glorious deeds renew'd	X
Where poets true to honour tuned their lays	N
And by their patrons sanctified their praise	N
Is this the land where on our Spenser's tongue	Y
Enamour'd of his voice Description hung	Y
Where Jonson rigid Gravity beguiled	Z
Whilst Reason through her critic fences smiled	Z
Where Nature listening stood whilst Shakspeare play'd	A2
And wonder'd at the work herself had made	A2
Is this the land where mindful of her charge	B2
And office high fair Freedom walk'd at large	B2
Where finding in our laws a sure defence	C2
She mock'd at all restraints but those of sense	C2
Where Health and Honour trooping by her side	F
She spread her sacred empire far and wide	F
Pointed the way Affliction to beguile	D2
And bade the face of Sorrow wear a smile	D2
Bade those who dare obey the generous call	M
Enjoy her blessings which God meant for all	M
Is this the land where in some tyrant's reign	E2
When a weak wicked ministerial train	E2
The tools of power the slaves of interest plann'd	W
Their country's ruin and with bribes unmann'd	W
Those wretches who ordain'd in Freedom's cause	F2
Gave up our liberties and sold our laws	G2
When Power was taught by Meanness where to go	E
Nor dared to love the virtue of a foe	E
When like a leprous plague from the foul head	P
To the foul heart her sores Corruption spread	P
Her iron arm when stern Oppression rear'd	H2
And Virtue from her broad base shaken fear'd	H2
The scourge of Vice when impotent and vain	E2
Poor Freedom bow'd the neck to Slavery's chain	E2
Is this the land where in those worst of times	I2
The hardy poet raised his honest rhymes	I2
To dread rebuke and bade Controlment speak	J2
In guilty blushes on the villain's cheek	J2
Bade Power turn pale kept mighty rogues in awe	K2
And made them fear the Muse who fear'd not law	L2
How do I laugh when men of narrow souls	M2
Whom Folly guides and Prejudice controls	M2
Who one dull drowsy track of business trod	N2
Worship their Mammon and neglect their God	N2
Who breathing by one musty set of rules	H
Dote from their birth and are by system fools	H
Who form'd to dulness from their very youth	O2
Lies of the day prefer to gospel truth	O2
Pick up their little knowledge from Reviews	P2
And lay out all their stock of faith in news	P2
How do I laugh when creatures form'd like these	I
Whom Reason scorns and I should blush to please	I
Rail at all liberal arts deem verse a crime	Q2
And hold not truth as truth if told in rhyme	Q2
How do I laugh when Publius hoary grown	J
In zeal for Scotland's welfare and his own	J
By slow degrees and course of office drawn	R2
In mood and figure at the helm to yawn	R2
Too mean the worst of curses Heaven can send	S2
To have a foe too proud to have a friend	S2
Erring by form which blockheads sacred hold	T2
Ne'er making new faults and ne'er mending old	T2
Rebukes my spirit bids the daring Muse	P2
Subjects more equal to her weakness choose	P2
Bids her frequent the haunts of humble swains	P2
Nor dare to traffic in ambitious strains	P2
Bids her indulging the poetic whim	U2
In quaint wrought ode or sonnet pertly trim	U2
Along the church way path complain with Gray	V2
Or dance with Mason on the first of May	V2
'All sacred is the name and power of kings	P2
All states and statesmen are those mighty things	P2
Which howsoe'er they out of course may roll	W2
Were never made for poets to control '	X2
Peace peace thou dotard nor thus vilely deem	Y2
Of sacred numbers and their power blaspheme	Y2
I tell thee wretch search all creation round	Z2
In earth in heaven no subject can be found	Z2
Our God alone except above whose height	A
The poet cannot rise and hold his state	V
The blessed saints above in numbers speak	J2
The praise of God though there all praise is weak	J2
In numbers here below the bard shall teach	A3
Virtue to soar beyond the villain's reach	A3
Shall tear his labouring lungs strain his hoarse throat	B3
And raise his voice beyond the trumpet's note	B3
Should an afflicted country awed by men	C3
Of slavish principles demand his pen	C3
This is a great a glorious point of view	D3
Fit for an English poet to pursue	D3
Undaunted to pursue though in return	E3
His writings by the common hangman burn	E3
How do I laugh when men by fortune placed	G
Above their betters and by rank disgraced	G
Who found their pride on titles which they stain	E2
And mean themselves are of their fathers vain	E2
Who would a bill of privilege prefer	F3
And treat a poet like a creditor	F3
The generous ardour of the Muse condemn	G3
And curse the storm they know must break on them	G3
'What shall a reptile bard a wretch unknown	J
Without one badge of merit but his own	J
Great nobles lash and lords like common men	C3
Smart from the vengeance of a scribbler's pen '	X2
What's in this name of lord that I should fear	R
To bring their vices to the public ear	H3
Flows not the honest blood of humble swains	D3
Quick as the tide which swells a monarch's veins	D3
Monarchs who wealth and titles can bestow	E
Cannot make virtues in succession flow	E
Wouldst thou proud man be safely placed above	I3
The censure of the Muse Deserve her love	I3
Act as thy birth demands as nobles ought	J3
Look back and by thy worthy father taught	J3
Who earn'd those honours thou wert born to wear	U
Follow his steps and be his virtue's heir	U
But if regardless of the road to fame	Y2
You start aside and tread the paths of shame	Y2
If such thy life that should thy sire arise	D3
The sight of such a son would blast his eyes	D3
Would make him curse the hour which gave thee birth	K3
Would drive him shuddering from the face of earth	K3
Once	D3

Charles Churchill

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