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P Farewell to Europe and at once farewell	A
To all the follies which in Europe dwell	A
To Eastern India now a richer clime	B
Richer alas in everything but rhyme	B
The Muses steer their course and fond of change	C
At large in other worlds desire to range	C
Resolved at least since they the fool must play	D
To do it in a different place and way	D
F What whim is this what error of the brain	E
What madness worse than in the dog star's reign	E
Why into foreign countries would you roam	B
Are there not knaves and fools enough at home	B
If satire be thy object and thy lays	F
As yet have shown no talents fit for praise	F
If satire be thy object search all round	G
Nor to thy purpose can one spot be found	G
Like England where to rampant vigour grown	H
Vice chokes up every virtue where self sown	H
The seeds of folly shoot forth rank and bold	I
And every seed brings forth a hundredfold	I
P No more of this though Truth the more our shame	B
The more our guilt though Truth perhaps may claim	B
And justify her part in this yet here	J
For the first time e'en Truth offends my ear	J
Declaim from morn to night from night to morn	K
Take up the theme anew when day's new born	K
I hear and hate be England what she will	L
With all her faults she is my country still	L
F Thy country and what then Is that mere word	I
Against the voice of Reason to be heard	I
Are prejudices deep imbibed in youth	M
To counteract and make thee hate the truth	M
'Tis sure the symptom of a narrow soul	N
To draw its grand attachment from the whole	N
And take up with a part men not confined	I
Within such paltry limits men design'd	I
Their nature to exalt where'er they go	O
Wherever waves can roll and winds can blow	O
Where'er the blessed sun placed in the sky	P
To watch this subject world can dart his eye	P
Are still the same and prejudice outgrown	H
Consider every country as their own	H
At one grand view they take in Nature's plan	Q
Not more at home in England than Japan	Q
P My good grave Sir of Theory whose wit	I
Grasping at shadows ne'er caught substance yet	I
'Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine	R
On vain refinements vainly to refine	R
To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign	E
To boast of apathy when out of pain	E
And in each sentence worthy of the schools	S
Varnish'd with sophistry to deal out rules	S
Most fit for practice but for one poor fault	I
That into practice they can ne'er be brought	I
At home and sitting in your elbow chair	T
You praise Japan though you was never there	T
But was the ship this moment under sail	U
Would not your mind be changed your spirits fail	U
Would you not cast one longing eye to shore	V
And vow to deal in such wild schemes no more	V
Howe'er our pride may tempt us to conceal	W
Those passions which we cannot choose but feel	W
There's a strange something which without a brain	E
Fools feel and which e'en wise men can't explain	E
Planted in man to bind him to that earth	X
In dearest ties from whence he drew his birth	X
If Honour calls where'er she points the way	D
The sons of Honour follow and obey	D
If need compels wherever we are sent	I
'Tis want of courage not to be content	I
But if we have the liberty of choice	Y
And all depends on our own single voice	Y
To deem of every country as the same	B
Is rank rebellion 'gainst the lawful claim	B
Of Nature and such dull indifference	Z
May be philosophy but can't be sense	A2
F Weak and unjust distinction strange design	R
Most peevish most perverse to undermine	R
Philosophy and throw her empire down	B2
By means of Sense from whom she holds her crown	B2
Divine Philosophy to thee we owe	O
All that is worth possessing here below	O
Virtue and wisdom consecrate thy reign	E
Doubled each joy and pain no longer pain	E
When like a garden where for want of toil	C2
And wholesome discipline the rich rank soil	C2
Teems with incumbrances where all around	I
Herbs noxious in their nature make the ground	I
Like the good mother of a thankless son	D2
Curse her own womb by fruitfulness undone	D2
Like such a garden when the human soul	N
Uncultured wild impatient of control	N
Brings forth those passions of luxuriant race	E2
Which spread and stifle every herb of grace	E2
Whilst Virtue check'd by the cold hand of Scorn	K
Seems withering on the bed where she was born	K
Philosophy steps in with steady hand	I
She brings her aid she clears the encumber'd land	I
Too virtuous to spare Vice one stroke too wise	F2
One moment to attend to Pity's cries	F2
See with what godlike what relentless power	G2
She roots up every weed	I
P And every flower	G2
Philosophy a name of meek degree	H2
Embraced in token of humility	H2
By the proud sage who whilst he strove to hide	I
In that vain artifice reveal'd his pride	I
Philosophy whom Nature had design'd	I
To purge all errors from the human mind	I
Herself misled by the philosopher	G2
At once her priest and master made us err	T
Pride pride like leaven in a mass of flour	G2
Tainted her laws and made e'en Virtue sour	G2
Had she content within her proper sphere	I2
Taught lessons suited to the human ear	J
Which might fair Virtue's genuine fruits produce	J2
Made not for ornament but real use	J2
The heart of man unrivall'd she had sway'd	I
Praised by the good and by the bad obey'd	I
But when she overturning Reason's throne	H
Strove proudly in its place to plant her own	H
When she with apathy the breast would steel	W
And teach us deeply feeling not to feel	W
When she would wildly all her force employ	K2
Not to correct our passions but destroy	K2
When not content our nature to restore	V
As made by God she made it all new o'er	G2
When with a strange and criminal excess	L2
To make us more than men she made us less	L2
The good her dwindled power with pity saw	M2
The bad with joy and none but fools with awe	N2
Truth with a simple and unvarnish'd tale	U
E'en from the mouth of Norton might prevail	U
Could she get there but Falsehood's sugar'd strain	E
Should pour her fatal blandishments in vain	E
Nor make one convert though the Siren hung	O2
Where she too often hangs on Mansfield's tongue	O2
Should all the Sophs whom in his course the sun	D2
Hath seen or past or present rise in one	D2
Should he whilst pleasure in each sentence flows	P2
Like Plato give us poetry in prose	P2
Should he full orator at once impart	I
The Athenian's genius with the Roman's art	I
Genius and Art should in this instance fail	U
Nor Rome though join'd with Athens here prevail	U
'Tis not in man 'tis not in more than man	Q
To make me find one fault in Nature's plan	Q
Placed low ourselves we censure those above	Q2
And wanting judgment think that she wants love	Q2
Blame where we ought in reason to commend	I
And think her most a foe when most a friend	I
Such be philosophers their specious art	I
Though Friendship pleads shall never warp my heart	I
Ne'er make me from this breast one passion tear	T
Which Nature my best friend hath planted there	T
F Forgiving as a friend what whilst I live	R2
As a philosopher I can't forgive	S2
In this one point at last I join with you	T2
To Nature pay all that is Nature's due	T2
But let not clouded Reason sink so low	O
To fancy debts she does not cannot owe	O
Bear to full manhood grown those shackles bear	T
Which Nature meant us for a time to wear	T
As we wear leading strings which useless grown	H
Are laid aside when we can walk alone	H
But on thyself by peevish humour sway'd	I
Wilt thou lay burdens Nature never laid	I
Wilt thou make faults whilst Judgment weakly errs	U2
And then defend mistaking them for hers	V2
Darest thou to say in our enlighten'd age	W2
That this grand master passion this brave rage	W2
Which flames out for thy country was impress'd	I
And fix'd by Nature in the human breast	I
If you prefer the place where you were born	K
And hold all others in contempt and scorn	K
On fair comparison if on that land	I
With liberal and a more than equal hand	I
Her gifts as in profusion Plenty sends	X2
If Virtue meets with more and better friends	X2
If Science finds a patron 'mongst the great	I
If Honesty is minister of state	I
If Power the guardian of our rights design'd	I
Is to that great that only end c	H2

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