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The clock struck twelve o'er half the globe	A
Darkness had spread her pitchy robe	A
Morpheus his feet with velvet shod	B
Treading as if in fear he trod	B
Gentle as dews at even tide	C
Distill'd his poppies far and wide	C
Ambition who when waking dreams	D
Of mighty but fantastic schemes	D
Who when asleep ne'er knows that rest	E
With which the humbler soul is blest	E
Was building castles in the air	F
Goodly to look upon and fair	F
But on a bad foundation laid	G
Doom'd at return of morn to fade	G
Pale Study by the taper's light	H
Wearing away the watch of night	H
Sat reading but with o'ercharged head	I
Remember'd nothing that he read	I
Starving 'midst plenty with a face	J
Which might the court of Famine grace	J
Ragged and filthy to behold	K
Gray Avarice nodded o'er his gold	K
Jealousy his quick eye half closed	L
With watchings worn reluctant dozed	L
And mean Distrust not quite forgot	M
Slumber'd as if he slumber'd not	M
Stretch'd at his length on the bare ground	N
His hardy offspring sleeping round	N
Snored restless Labour by his side	C
Lay Health a coarse but comely bride	C
Virtue without the doctor's aid	G
In the soft arms of Sleep was laid	G
Whilst Vice within the guilty breast	E
Could not be physic'd into rest	E
Thou bloody man whose ruffian knife	O
Is drawn against thy neighbour's life	O
And never scruples to descend	P
Into the bosom of a friend	P
A firm fast friend by vice allied	C
And to thy secret service tied	C
In whom ten murders breed no awe	Q
If properly secured from law	R
Thou man of lust whom passion fires	S
To foulest deeds whose hot desires	S
O'er honest bars with ease make way	T
Whilst idiot beauty falls a prey	T
And to indulge thy brutal flame	U
A Lucrece must be brought to shame	U
Who dost a brave bold sinner bear	F
Rank incest to the open air	F
And rapes full blown upon thy crown	V
Enough to weigh a nation down	V
Thou simular of lust vain man	W
Whose restless thoughts still form the plan	W
Of guilt which wither'd to the root	X
Thy lifeless nerves can't execute	X
Whilst in thy marrowless dry bones	Y
Desire without enjoyment groans	Y
Thou perjured wretch whom falsehood clothes	Z
E'en like a garment who with oaths	Z
Dost trifle as with brokers meant	A2
To serve thy every vile intent	A2
In the day's broad and searching eye	B2
Making God witness to a lie	B2
Blaspheming heaven and earth for pelf	O
And hanging friends to save thyself	O
Thou son of Chance whose glorious soul	C2
On the four aces doom'd to roll	C2
Was never yet with Honour caught	M
Nor on poor Virtue lost one thought	D2
Who dost thy wife thy children set	E2
Thy all upon a single bet	E2
Risking the desperate stake to try	B2
Here and hereafter on a die	B2
Who thy own private fortune lost	F2
Dost game on at thy country's cost	G2
And grown expert in sharping rules	H2
First fool'd thyself now prey'st on fools	H2
Thou noble gamester whose high place	J
Gives too much credit to disgrace	J
Who with the motion of a die	B2
Dost make a mighty island fly	B2
The sums I mean of good French gold	K
For which a mighty island sold	K
Who dost betray intelligence	I2
Abuse the dearest confidence	I2
And private fortune to create	J2
Most falsely play the game of state	J2
Who dost within the Alley sport	K2
Sums which might beggar a whole court	K2
And make us bankrupts all if Care	F
With good Earl Talbot was not there	F
Thou daring infidel whom pride	C
And sin have drawn from Reason's side	C
Who fearing his avengeful rod	B
Dost wish not to believe a God	B
Whose hope is founded on a plan	W
Which should distract the soul of man	W
And make him curse his abject birth	L2
Whose hope is once return'd to earth	L2
There to lie down for worms a feast	M2
To rot and perish like a beast	M2
Who dost of punishment afraid	G
And by thy crimes a coward made	G
To every generous soul a curse	N2
Than Hell and all her torments worse	N2
When crawling to thy latter end	P
Call on Destruction as a friend	P
Choosing to crumble into dust	O2
Rather than rise though rise you must	O2
Thou hypocrite who dost profane	P2
And take the patriot's name in vain	P2
Then most thy country's foe when most	Q2
Of love and loyalty you boast	Q2
Who for the love of filthy gold	K
Thy friend thy king thy God hast sold	K
And mocking the just claim of Hell	R2
Were bidders found thyself wouldst sell	R2
Ye villains of whatever name	U
Whatever rank to whom the claim	U
Of Hell is certain on whose lids	S2
That worm which never dies forbids	S2
Sweet sleep to fall come and behold	K
Whilst envy makes your blood run cold	K
Behold by pitiless Conscience led	I
So Justice wills that holy bed	I
Where Peace her full dominion keeps	T2
And Innocence with Holland sleeps	T2
Bid Terror posting on the wind	U2
Affray the spirits of mankind	U2
Bid Earthquakes heaving for a vent	A2
Rive their concealing continent	V2
And forcing an untimely birth	L2
Through the vast bowels of the earth	L2
Endeavour in her monstrous womb	W2
At once all Nature to entomb	W2
Bid all that's horrible and dire	X2
All that man hates and fears conspire	Y2
To make night hideous as they can	W
Still is thy sleep thou virtuous man	W
Pure as the thoughts which in thy breast	E
Inhabit and insure thy rest	E
Still shall thy Ayliffe taught though late	J2
Thy friendly justice in his fate	J2
Turn'd to a guardian angel spread	I
Sweet dreams of comfort round thy head	I
Dark was the night by Fate decreed	Z2
For the contrivance of a deed	Z2
More black than common which might make	A3
This land from her foundations shake	A3
Might tear up Freedom by the root	X
Destroy a Wilkes and fix a Bute	X
Deep Horror held her wide domain	P2
The sky in sullen drops of rain	P2
Forewept the morn and through the air	F
Which opening laid its bosom bare	F
Loud thunders roll'd and lightning stream'd	B3
The owl at Freedom's window scream'd	B3
The screech owl prophet dire whose breath	C3
Brings sickness and whose note is death	C3
The churchyard teem'd and from the tomb	W2
All sad and silent through the gloom	W2
The ghosts of men in former times	D3
Whose public virtues were their crimes	D3
Indignant stalk'd sorrow and rage	E3
Blank'd their pale cheeks in his own age	E3
The prop of Freedom Hampden there	F
Felt after death the generous care	F
Sidney by grief from heaven was kept	F3
And for his brother patriot wept	F3
All friends of Liberty when Fate	J2
Prepared to shorten Wilkes's date	J2
Heaved deeply hurt the heartfelt groan	G3
And knew that wound to be their own	G3
Hail Liberty a glorious word	H3
In other countries scarcely heard	H3
Or heard but as a thing of course	I3
Without or energy or force	I3
Here felt enjoy'd adored she springs	J3
Far far beyond the reach of kings	J3
Fresh blooming from our mother Earth	L2
With pride and joy she owns her birth	L2
Derived from us and in return	K3
Bids in our breasts her genius burn	K3
Bids us with all those blessings live	O
Which Liberty alone can give	O
Or nobly with that spirit die	B2
Which makes death more than victory	L3
Hail those old patriots on whose tongue	M3
Persuasion in the senate hung	M3
Whilst they the sacred cause maintain'd	N3
Hail those old chiefs to honour train'd	N3
Who spread when other methods fail'd	O3
War's bloody banner and prevail'd	O3
Shall men like these unmention'd sleep	P3
Promiscuous with the common heap	P3
And Gratitude forbid the crime	Q3
Be carried down the stream of time	Q3
In shoals unnoticed and forgot	M
On Lethe's stream like flags to rot	M
No they shall live and each fair name	U
Recorded in the book of Fame	U
Founded on Honour's basis fast	R3
As the round earth to ages last	R3
Some virtues vanish with our breath	C3
Virtue like this lives after death	C3
Old Time himself his scythe thrown by	B2
Himself lost in eternity	L3
An everlasting crown shall twine	S3
To make a Wilkes and Sidney join	T3
But should some slave got villain dare	F
Chains for his country to prepare	F
And by his birth to slavery broke	U3
Make her too feel the galling yoke	U3
May he be evermore accursed	L3
Amongst bad men be rank'd the worst	L3
May he be still himself and still	V3
Go on in vice and perfect ill	V3
May his broad crimes each day increase	W3
Till he can't live nor die in peace	W3
May he be plunged so deep in shame	U
That Satan mayn't endure his name	U
And hear scarce crawling on the earth	L2
His children curse him fo	O