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This poem was written in on occasion of the contest between the	A
Earls of Hardwicke and Sandwich for the High stewardship of the	A
University of Cambridge vacant by the death of the Lord Chancellor	B
Hardwicke The spirit of party ran high in the University and no	C
means were left untried by either candidate to obtain a majority The	A
election was fixed for the th of March when after much	D
altercation the votes appearing equal a scrutiny was demanded	E
whereupon the Vice Chancellor adjourned the senate sine die On	F
appeal to the Lord High Chancellor he determined in favour of the	A
Earl of Hardwicke and a mandamus issued accordingly	G
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Enough of Actors let them play the player	B
And free from censure fret sweat strut and stare	H
Garrick abroad what motives can engage	I
To waste one couplet on a barren stage	I
Ungrateful Garrick when these tasty days	J
In justice to themselves allow'd thee praise	J
When at thy bidding Sense for twenty years	K
Indulged in laughter or dissolved in tears	L
When in return for labour time and health	M
The town had given some little share of wealth	M
Couldst thou repine at being still a slave	N
Darest thou presume to enjoy that wealth she gave	N
Couldst thou repine at laws ordain'd by those	O
Whom nothing but thy merit made thy foes	O
Whom too refined for honesty and trade	P
By need made tradesmen Pride had bankrupts made	P
Whom Fear made drunkards and by modern rules	Q
Whom Drink made wits though Nature made them fools	Q
With such beyond all pardon is thy crime	R
In such a manner and at such a time	R
To quit the stage but men of real sense	S
Who neither lightly give nor take offence	S
Shall own thee clear or pass an act of grace	S
Since thou hast left a Powell in thy place	S
Enough of Authors why when scribblers fail	T
Must other scribblers spread the hateful tale	T
Why must they pity why contempt express	S
And why insult a brother in distress	S
Let those who boast the uncommon gift of brains	S
The laurel pluck and wear it for their pains	S
Fresh on their brows for ages let it bloom	U
And ages past still flourish round their tomb	U
Let those who without genius write and write	V
Versemen or prosemen all in Nature's spite	V
The pen laid down their course of folly run	W
In peace unread unmention'd be undone	W
Why should I tell to cross the will of Fate	X
That Francis once endeavour'd to translate	X
Why sweet oblivion winding round his head	Y
Should I recall poor Murphy from the dead	Y
Why may not Langhorne simple in his lay	Z
Effusion on effusion pour away	Z
With friendship and with fancy trifle here	A2
Or sleep in pastoral at Belvidere	B2
Sleep let them all with Dulness on her throne	C2
Secure from any malice but their own	C2
Enough of Critics let them if they please	S
Fond of new pomp each month pass new decrees	S
Wide and extensive be their infant state	X
Their subjects many and those subjects great	X
Whilst all their mandates as sound law succeed	D2
With fools who write and greater fools who read	Y
What though they lay the realms of Genius waste	E2
Fetter the fancy and debauch the taste	E2
Though they like doctors to approve their skill	F2
Consult not how to cure but how to kill	F2
Though by whim envy or resentment led	Y
They damn those authors whom they never read	Y
Though other rules unknown one rule they hold	G2
To deal out so much praise for so much gold	G2
Though Scot with Scot in damned close intrigues	S
Against the commonwealth of letters leagues	S
Uncensured let them pilot at the helm	H2
And rule in letters as they ruled the realm	H2
Ours be the curse the mean tame coward's curse	S
Nor could ingenious Malice make a worse	S
To do our sense and honour deep despite	V
To credit what they say read what they write	V
Enough of Scotland let her rest in peace	S
The cause removed effects of course should cease	S
Why should I tell how Tweed too mighty grown	C2
And proudly swell'd with waters not his own	C2
Burst o'er his banks and by Destruction led	Y
O'er our fair England desolation spread	Y
Whilst riding on his waves Ambition plumed	Y
In tenfold pride the port of Bute assumed	Y
Now that the river god convinced though late	Y
And yielding though reluctantly to Fate	Y
Holds his fair course and with more humble tides	S
In tribute to the sea as usual glides	S
Enough of States and such like trifling things	S
Enough of kinglings and enough of kings	S
Henceforth secure let ambush'd statesmen lie	I2
Spread the court web and catch the patriot fly	I2
Henceforth unwhipt of Justice uncontroll'd	Y
By fear or shame let Vice secure and bold	Y
Lord it with all her sons whilst Virtue's groan	C2
Meets with compassion only from the throne	C2
Enough of Patriots all I ask of man	J2
Is only to be honest as he can	J2
Some have deceived and some may still deceive	K2
'Tis the fool's curse at random to believe	K2
Would those who by opinion placed on high	I2
Stand fair and perfect in their country's eye	I2
Maintain that honour let me in their ear	A2
Hint this essential doctrine Persevere	B2
Should they which Heaven forbid to win the grace	S
Of some proud courtier or to gain a place	S
Their king and country sell with endless shame	L2
The avenging Muse shall mark each traitorous name	L2
But if to Honour true they scorn to bend	Y
And proudly honest hold out to the end	Y
Their grateful country shall their fame record	Y
And I myself descend to praise a lord	Y
Enough of Wilkes with good and honest men	M2
His actions speak much stronger than my pen	M2
And future ages shall his name adore	N2
When he can act and I can write no more	N2
England may prove ungrateful and unjust	Y
But fostering France shall ne'er betray her trust	Y
'Tis a brave debt which gods on men impose	S
To pay with praise the merit e'en of foes	S
When the great warrior of Amilcar's race	S
Made Rome's wide empire tremble to her base	S
To prove her virtue though it gall'd her pride	Y
Rome gave that fame which Carthage had denied	Y
Enough of Self that darling luscious theme	O2
O'er which philosophers in raptures dream	O2
Of which with seeming disregard they write	Y
Then prizing most when most they seem to slight	Y
Vain proof of folly tinctured strong with pride	Y
What man can from himself himself divide	Y
For me nor dare I lie my leading aim	L2
Conscience first satisfied is love of fame	L2
Some little fame derived from some brave few	P2
Who prizing Honour prize her votaries too	P2
Let all nor shall resentment flush my cheek	Q2
Who know me well what they know freely speak	Q2
So those the greatest curse I meet below	C
Who know me not may not pretend to know	C
Let none of those whom bless'd with parts above	R2
My feeble genius still I dare to love	R2
Doing more mischief than a thousand foes	S
Posthumous nonsense to the world expose	S
And call it mine for mine though never known	C2
Or which if mine I living blush'd to own	C2
Know all the world no greedy heir shall find	Y
Die when I will one couplet left behind	Y
Let none of those whom I despise though great	Y
Pretending friendship to give malice weight	Y
Publish my life let no false sneaking peer	B2
Some such there are to win the public ear	A2
Hand me to shame with some vile anecdote	Y
Nor soul gall'd bishop damn me with a note	Y
Let one poor sprig of bay around my head	Y
Bloom whilst I live and point me out when dead	Y
Let it may Heaven indulgent grant that prayer	H
Be planted on my grave nor wither there	H
And when on travel bound some rhyming guest	Y
Roams through the churchyard whilst his dinner's dress'd	Y
Let it hold up this comment to his eyes	S
'Life to the last enjoy'd here Churchill lies '	-
Whilst oh what joy that pleasing flattery gives	S
Reading my works he cries 'Here Churchill lives '	-
Enough of Satire in less harden'd times	S
Great was her force and mighty were her rhymes	S
I've read of men beyond man's daring brave	N
Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave	N
Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms	S
From her one line than from a world in arms	S
When in her faithful and immortal page	I
They saw transmitted down from age to age	I
Recorded villains and each spotted name	L2
Branded with marks	S

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