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A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES ESQ	A
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Nos patriam fugimus VIRGIL	B
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When Cupid first instructs his darts to fly	C
From the sly corner of some cook maid's eye	C
The stripling raw just enter'd in his teens	D
Receives the wound and wonders what it means	D
His heart like dripping melts and new desire	E
Within him stirs each time she stirs the fire	E
Trembling and blushing he the fair one views	F
And fain would speak but can't without a Muse	F
So to the sacred mount he takes his way	G
Prunes his young wings and tunes his infant lay	G
His oaten reed to rural ditties frames	H
To flocks and rocks to hills and rills proclaims	H
In simplest notes and all unpolish'd strains	I
The loves of nymphs and eke the loves of swains	I
Clad as your nymphs were always clad of yore	J
In rustic weeds a cook maid now no more	J
Beneath an aged oak Lardella lies	I
Green moss her couch her canopy the skies	I
From aromatic shrubs the roguish gale	K
Steals young perfumes and wafts them through the vale	K
The youth turn'd swain and skill'd in rustic lays	I
Fast by her side his amorous descant plays	I
Herds low flocks bleat pies chatter ravens scream	L
And the full chorus dies a down the stream	L
The streams with music freighted as they pass	I
Present the fair Lardella with a glass	I
And Zephyr to complete the love sick plan	M
Waves his light wings and serves her for a fan	M
But when maturer Judgment takes the lead	N
These childish toys on Reason's altar bleed	O
Form'd after some great man whose name breeds awe	P
Whose every sentence Fashion makes a law	Q
Who on mere credit his vain trophies rears	I
And founds his merit on our servile fears	I
Then we discard the workings of the heart	R
And nature's banish'd by mechanic art	R
Then deeply read our reading must be shown	S
Vain is that knowledge which remains unknown	S
Then Ostentation marches to our aid	T
And letter'd Pride stalks forth in full parade	T
Beneath their care behold the work refine	U
Pointed each sentence polish'd every line	U
Trifles are dignified and taught to wear	V
The robes of ancients with a modern air	V
Nonsense with classic ornaments is graced	W
And passes current with the stamp of taste	W
Then the rude Theocrite is ransack'd o'er	E
And courtly Maro call'd from Mincio's shore	J
Sicilian Muses on our mountains roam	X
Easy and free as if they were at home	X
Nymphs naiads nereids dryads satyrs fauns	I
Sport in our floods and trip it o'er our lawns	I
Flowers which once flourish'd fair in Greece and Rome	X
More fair revive in England's meads to bloom	Y
Skies without cloud exotic suns adorn	Z
And roses blush but blush without a thorn	Z
Landscapes unknown to dowdy Nature rise	I
And new creations strike our wondering eyes	I
For bards like these who neither sing nor say	I
Grave without thought and without feeling gay	I
Whose numbers in one even tenor flow	A2
Attuned to pleasure and attuned to woe	A2
Who if plain Common Sense her visit pays	I
And mars one couplet in their happy lays	I
As at some ghost affrighted start and stare	V
And ask the meaning of her coming there	V
For bards like these a wreath shall Mason bring	A
Lined with the softest down of Folly's wing	A
In Love's pagoda shall they ever doze	I
And Gisbal kindly rock them to repose	I
My Lord to letters as to faith most true	B2
At once their patron and example too	B2
Shall quaintly fashion his love labour'd dreams	I
Sigh with sad winds and weep with weeping streams	I
Curious in grief for real grief we know	A2
Is curious to dress up the tale of woe	A2
From the green umbrage of some Druid's seat	C2
Shall his own works in his own way repeat	C2
Me whom no Muse of heavenly birth inspires	I
No judgment tempers when rash genius fires	I
Who boast no merit but mere knack of rhyme	D2
Short gleams of sense and satire out of time	D2
Who cannot follow where trim fancy leads	I
By prattling streams o'er flower empurpled meads	I
Who often but without success have pray'd	T
For apt Alliteration's artful aid	T
Who would but cannot with a master's skill	E2
Coin fine new epithets which mean no ill	E2
Me thus uncouth thus every way unfit	F2
For pacing poesy and ambling wit	F2
Taste with contempt beholds nor deigns to place	I
Amongst the lowest of her favour'd race	I
Thou Nature art my goddess to thy law	Q
Myself I dedicate Hence slavish awe	P
Which bends to fashion and obeys the rules	I
Imposed at first and since observed by fools	I
Hence those vile tricks which mar fair Nature's hue	B2
And bring the sober matron forth to view	B2
With all that artificial tawdry glare	V
Which virtue scorns and none but strumpets wear	V
Sick of those pomps those vanities that waste	W
Of toil which critics now mistake for taste	W
Of false refinements sick and labour'd ease	I
Which art too thinly veil'd forbids to please	I
By Nature's charms inglorious truth subdued	G2
However plain her dress and 'haviour rude	G2
To northern climes my happier course I steer	H2
Climes where the goddess reigns throughout the year	H2
Where undisturb'd by Art's rebellious plan	M
She rules the loyal laird and faithful clan	M
To that rare soil where virtues clustering grow	A2
What mighty blessings doth not England owe	A2
What waggon loads of courage wealth and sense	I
Doth each revolving day import from thence	I
To us she gives disinterested friend	I2
Faith without fraud and Stuarts without end	I2
When we prosperity's rich trappings wear	V
Come not her generous sons and take a share	V
And if by some disastrous turn of fate	J2
Change should ensue and ruin seize the state	J2
Shall we not find safe in that hallow'd ground	K2
Such refuge as the holy martyr found	K2
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Nor less our debt in science though denied	L2
By the weak slaves of prejudice and pride	L2
Thence came the Ramsays names of worthy note	M2
Of whom one paints as well as t'other wrote	M2
Thence Home disbanded from the sons of prayer	V
For loving plays though no dull Dean was there	V
Thence issued forth at great Macpherson's call	N2
That old new epic pastoral Fingal	N2
Thence Malloch friend alike to Church and State	J2
Of Christ and Liberty by grateful Fate	J2
Raised to rewards which in a pious reign	O2
All daring infidels should seek in vain	O2
Thence simple bards by simple prudence taught	P2
To this wise town by simple patrons brought	P2
In simple manner utter simple lays	I
And take with simple pensions simple praise	I
Waft me some Muse to Tweed's inspiring stream	L
Where all the little Loves and Graces dream	L
Where slowly winding the dull waters creep	Q2
And seem themselves to own the power of sleep	Q2
Where on the surface lead like feathers swims	I
There let me bathe my yet unhallow'd limbs	I
As once a Syrian bathed in Jordan's flood	R2
Wash off my native stains correct that blood	R2
Which mutinies at call of English pride	L2
And deaf to prudence rolls a patriot tide	L2
From solemn thought which overhangs the brow	S2
Of patriot care when things are God knows how	S2
From nice trim points where Honour slave to Rule	N2
In compliment to Folly plays the fool	N2
From those gay scenes where Mirth exalts his power	E
And easy Humour wings the laughing hour	E
From those soft better moments when desire	E
Beats high and all the world of man's on fire	E
When mutual ardours of the melting fair	V
More than repay us for whole years of care	V
At Friendship's summons will my Wilkes retreat	C2
And see once seen before that ancient seat	C2
That ancient seat where majesty display'd	T
Her ensigns long before the world was made	T
Mean narrow maxims which enslave mankind	T2
Ne'er from its bias warp thy settled mind	T2
Not duped by party nor opinion's slave	U2
Those faculties which bounteous nature gave	U2
Thy honest spirit into practice brings	I
Nor courts the smile nor dreads the frown of kings	I
Let rude licentious Englishmen comply	N2
With tumult's voice and curse they know not why	N2
Unwilling to condemn thy soul disdains	I
To wear vile faction's arbitrary chains	I
And strictly weighs in apprehension clear	H2
Things as they are and not as they appear	H2
With thee good humour tempers lively wit	F2
Enthroned with Judgment Candour loves to sit	F2
And nature gave thee op	V2

Charles Churchill

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