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This poem was written in on occasion of the contest between theA
Earls of Hardwicke and Sandwich for the High stewardship of theA
University of Cambridge vacant by the death of the Lord ChancellorB
Hardwicke The spirit of party ran high in the University and noC
means were left untried by either candidate to obtain a majority TheA
election was fixed for the th of March when after muchD
altercation the votes appearing equal a scrutiny was demandedE
whereupon the Vice Chancellor adjourned the senate sine die OnF
appeal to the Lord High Chancellor he determined in favour of theA
Earl of Hardwicke and a mandamus issued accordinglyG
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Enough of Actors let them play the playerB
And free from censure fret sweat strut and stareH
Garrick abroad what motives can engageI
To waste one couplet on a barren stageI
Ungrateful Garrick when these tasty daysJ
In justice to themselves allow'd thee praiseJ
When at thy bidding Sense for twenty yearsK
Indulged in laughter or dissolved in tearsL
When in return for labour time and healthM
The town had given some little share of wealthM
Couldst thou repine at being still a slaveN
Darest thou presume to enjoy that wealth she gaveN
Couldst thou repine at laws ordain'd by thoseO
Whom nothing but thy merit made thy foesO
Whom too refined for honesty and tradeP
By need made tradesmen Pride had bankrupts madeP
Whom Fear made drunkards and by modern rulesQ
Whom Drink made wits though Nature made them foolsQ
With such beyond all pardon is thy crimeR
In such a manner and at such a timeR
To quit the stage but men of real senseS
Who neither lightly give nor take offenceS
Shall own thee clear or pass an act of graceS
Since thou hast left a Powell in thy placeS
Enough of Authors why when scribblers failT
Must other scribblers spread the hateful taleT
Why must they pity why contempt expressS
And why insult a brother in distressS
Let those who boast the uncommon gift of brainsS
The laurel pluck and wear it for their painsS
Fresh on their brows for ages let it bloomU
And ages past still flourish round their tombU
Let those who without genius write and writeV
Versemen or prosemen all in Nature's spiteV
The pen laid down their course of folly runW
In peace unread unmention'd be undoneW
Why should I tell to cross the will of FateX
That Francis once endeavour'd to translateX
Why sweet oblivion winding round his headY
Should I recall poor Murphy from the deadY
Why may not Langhorne simple in his layZ
Effusion on effusion pour awayZ
With friendship and with fancy trifle hereA2
Or sleep in pastoral at BelvidereB2
Sleep let them all with Dulness on her throneC2
Secure from any malice but their ownC2
Enough of Critics let them if they pleaseS
Fond of new pomp each month pass new decreesS
Wide and extensive be their infant stateX
Their subjects many and those subjects greatX
Whilst all their mandates as sound law succeedD2
With fools who write and greater fools who readY
What though they lay the realms of Genius wasteE2
Fetter the fancy and debauch the tasteE2
Though they like doctors to approve their skillF2
Consult not how to cure but how to killF2
Though by whim envy or resentment ledY
They damn those authors whom they never readY
Though other rules unknown one rule they holdG2
To deal out so much praise for so much goldG2
Though Scot with Scot in damned close intriguesS
Against the commonwealth of letters leaguesS
Uncensured let them pilot at the helmH2
And rule in letters as they ruled the realmH2
Ours be the curse the mean tame coward's curseS
Nor could ingenious Malice make a worseS
To do our sense and honour deep despiteV
To credit what they say read what they writeV
Enough of Scotland let her rest in peaceS
The cause removed effects of course should ceaseS
Why should I tell how Tweed too mighty grownC2
And proudly swell'd with waters not his ownC2
Burst o'er his banks and by Destruction ledY
O'er our fair England desolation spreadY
Whilst riding on his waves Ambition plumedY
In tenfold pride the port of Bute assumedY
Now that the river god convinced though lateY
And yielding though reluctantly to FateY
Holds his fair course and with more humble tidesS
In tribute to the sea as usual glidesS
Enough of States and such like trifling thingsS
Enough of kinglings and enough of kingsS
Henceforth secure let ambush'd statesmen lieI2
Spread the court web and catch the patriot flyI2
Henceforth unwhipt of Justice uncontroll'dY
By fear or shame let Vice secure and boldY
Lord it with all her sons whilst Virtue's groanC2
Meets with compassion only from the throneC2
Enough of Patriots all I ask of manJ2
Is only to be honest as he canJ2
Some have deceived and some may still deceiveK2
'Tis the fool's curse at random to believeK2
Would those who by opinion placed on highI2
Stand fair and perfect in their country's eyeI2
Maintain that honour let me in their earA2
Hint this essential doctrine PersevereB2
Should they which Heaven forbid to win the graceS
Of some proud courtier or to gain a placeS
Their king and country sell with endless shameL2
The avenging Muse shall mark each traitorous nameL2
But if to Honour true they scorn to bendY
And proudly honest hold out to the endY
Their grateful country shall their fame recordY
And I myself descend to praise a lordY
Enough of Wilkes with good and honest menM2
His actions speak much stronger than my penM2
And future ages shall his name adoreN2
When he can act and I can write no moreN2
England may prove ungrateful and unjustY
But fostering France shall ne'er betray her trustY
'Tis a brave debt which gods on men imposeS
To pay with praise the merit e'en of foesS
When the great warrior of Amilcar's raceS
Made Rome's wide empire tremble to her baseS
To prove her virtue though it gall'd her prideY
Rome gave that fame which Carthage had deniedY
Enough of Self that darling luscious themeO2
O'er which philosophers in raptures dreamO2
Of which with seeming disregard they writeY
Then prizing most when most they seem to slightY
Vain proof of folly tinctured strong with prideY
What man can from himself himself divideY
For me nor dare I lie my leading aimL2
Conscience first satisfied is love of fameL2
Some little fame derived from some brave fewP2
Who prizing Honour prize her votaries tooP2
Let all nor shall resentment flush my cheekQ2
Who know me well what they know freely speakQ2
So those the greatest curse I meet belowC
Who know me not may not pretend to knowC
Let none of those whom bless'd with parts aboveR2
My feeble genius still I dare to loveR2
Doing more mischief than a thousand foesS
Posthumous nonsense to the world exposeS
And call it mine for mine though never knownC2
Or which if mine I living blush'd to ownC2
Know all the world no greedy heir shall findY
Die when I will one couplet left behindY
Let none of those whom I despise though greatY
Pretending friendship to give malice weightY
Publish my life let no false sneaking peerB2
Some such there are to win the public earA2
Hand me to shame with some vile anecdoteY
Nor soul gall'd bishop damn me with a noteY
Let one poor sprig of bay around my headY
Bloom whilst I live and point me out when deadY
Let it may Heaven indulgent grant that prayerH
Be planted on my grave nor wither thereH
And when on travel bound some rhyming guestY
Roams through the churchyard whilst his dinner's dress'dY
Let it hold up this comment to his eyesS
'Life to the last enjoy'd here Churchill lies '-
Whilst oh what joy that pleasing flattery givesS
Reading my works he cries 'Here Churchill lives '-
Enough of Satire in less harden'd timesS
Great was her force and mighty were her rhymesS
I've read of men beyond man's daring braveN
Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gaveN
Whose souls have felt more terrible alarmsS
From her one line than from a world in armsS
When in her faithful and immortal pageI
They saw transmitted down from age to ageI
Recorded villains and each spotted nameL2
Branded with marksS

Charles Churchill



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