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' Quis ineptae	A
Tam patiens urbis tam ferreus ut teneat se ' Juv	B
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Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel	C
When injured Thales bids the town farewell	D
Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend	A
I praise the hermit but regret the friend	A
Who now resolves from vice and London far	E
To breathe in distant fields a purer air	F
And fix'd on Cambria's solitary shore	G
Give to St David one true Briton more	G
For who would leave unbribed Hibernia's land	A
Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand	A
There none are swept by sudden fate away	H
But all whom hunger spares with age decay	H
Here malice rapine accident conspire	I
And now a rabble rages now a fire	I
Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay	H
And here the fell attorney prowls for prey	H
Here falling houses thunder on your head	A
And here a female atheist talks you dead	A
While Thales waits the wherry that contains	J
Of dissipated wealth the small remains	J
On Thames's banks in silent thought we stood	A
Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood	A
Struck with the seat that gave Eliza birth	K
We kneel and kiss the consecrated earth	K
In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew	L
And call Britannia's glories back to view	L
Behold her cross triumphant on the main	M
The guard of commerce and the dread of Spain	M
Ere masquerades debauch'd excise oppress'd	A
Or English honour grew a standing jest	A
A transient calm the happy scenes bestow	A
And for a moment lull the sense of woe	A
At length awakening with contemptuous frown	N
Indignant Thales eyes the neighbouring town	N
'Since worth he cries in these degenerate days	O
Wants e'en the cheap reward of empty praise	O
In those curs'd walls devote to vice and gain	M
Since unrewarded science toils in vain	M
Since hope but soothes to double my distress	P
And every moment leaves my little less	P
While yet my steady steps no staff sustains	J
And life still vigorous revels in my veins	J
Grant me kind Heaven to find some happier place	Q
Where honesty and sense are no disgrace	Q
Some pleasing bank where verdant osiers play	H
Some peaceful vale with Nature's painting gay	H
Where once the harrass'd Briton found repose	R
And safe in poverty defied his foes	R
Some secret cell ye powers indulgent give	B
Let live here for has learn'd to live	B
Here let those reign whom pensions can incite	A
To vote a patriot black a courtier white	A
Explain their country's dear bought rights away	H
And plead for pirates in the face of day	H
With slavish tenets taint our poison'd youth	S
And lend a lie the confidence of truth	S
Let such raise palaces and manors buy	T
Collect a tax or farm a lottery	U
With warbling eunuchs fill a licensed stage	V
And lull to servitude a thoughtless age	V
Heroes proceed what bounds your pride shall hold	A
What check restrain your thirst of power and gold	A
Behold rebellious Virtue quite o'erthrown	M
Behold your fame our wealth our lives your own	M
To such a groaning nation's spoils are given	M
When public crimes inflame the wrath of Heaven	M
But what my friend what hope remains for me	U
Who start at theft and blush at perjury	U
Who scarce forbear though Britain's court he sing	W
To pluck a titled poet's borrowed wing	W
A statesman's logic unconvinc'd can hear	X
And dare to slumber o'er the	Y
Gazetteer	X
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Despise a fool in half his pension dress'd	A
And strive in vain to laugh at H y's jest	A
'Others with softer smiles and subtler art	A
Can sap the principles or taint the heart	A
With more address a lover's note convey	H
Or bribe a virgin's innocence away	H
Well may they rise while I whose rustic tongue	Z
Ne'er knew to puzzle right or varnish wrong	A2
Spurn'd as a beggar dreaded as a spy	T
Live unregarded unlamented die	T
'For what but social guilt the friend endears	R
Who shares Orgilio's crimes his fortune shares	R
But thou should tempting villainy present	A
All Marlborough hoarded or all Villiers spent	A
Turn from the glittering bribe thy scornful eye	T
Nor sell for gold what gold could never buy	T
The peaceful slumber self approving day	H
Unsullied fame and conscience ever gay	H
'The cheated nation's happy favourites see	R
Mark whom the great caress who frown on me	R
London the needy villain's general home	B2
The common sewer of Paris and of Rome	B2
With eager thirst by folly or by fate	A
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state	A
Forgive my transports on a theme like this	R
I cannot bear a French metropolis	R
'Illustrious Edward from the realms of day	H
The land of heroes and of saints survey	H
Nor hope the British lineaments to trace	R
The rustic grandeur or the surly grace	R
But lost in thoughtless ease and empty show	A
Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau	A
Sense freedom piety refined away	H
Of France the mimic and of Spain the prey	H
'All that at home no more can beg or steal	C2
Or like a gibbet better than a wheel	C2
Hiss'd from the stage or hooted from the court	A
Their air their dress their politics import	A
Obsequious artful voluble and gay	H
On Britain's fond credulity they prey	H
No gainful trade their industry can 'scape	T
They sing they dance clean shoes or cure a clap	T
All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows	R
And bid him go to hell to hell he goes	R
'Ah what avails it that from slavery far	X
I drew the breath of life in English air	X
Was early taught a Briton's right to prize	R
And lisp the tale of Henry's victories	R
If the gull'd conqueror receives the chain	M
And flattery subdues when arms are vain	M
'Studious to please and ready to submit	A
The supple Gaul was born a parasite	A
Still to his interest true where'er he goes	R
Wit bravery worth his lavish'd tongue bestows	R
In every face a thousand graces shine	M
From every tongue flows harmony divine	M
These arts in vain our rugged natives try	T
Strain out with faltering diffidence a lie	T
And gain a kick for awkward flattery	R
'Besides with justice this discerning age	V
Admires their wondrous talents for the stage	V
Well may they venture on the mimic's art	A
Who play from morn to night a borrow'd part	A
Practis'd their master's notions to embrace	R
Repeat his maxims and reflect his face	R
With every wild absurdity comply	T
And view each object with another's eye	T
To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear	X
To pour at will the counterfeited tear	X
And as their patron hints the cold or heat	A
To shake in dog days in December sweat	A
How when competitors like these contend	A
Can surly virtue hope to fix a friend	A
Slaves that with serious impudence beguile	D2
And lie without a blush without a smile	D2
Exalt each trifle every vice adore	X
Your taste in snuff your judgement in a whore	X
Can Balbo's eloquence applaud and swear	X
He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air	X
'For arts like these preferr'd admired caress'd	A
They first invade your table then your breast	A
Explore your secrets with insidious art	A
Watch the weak hour and ransack all the heart	A
Then soon your ill placed confidence repay	T
Commence your lords and govern or betray	T
'By numbers here from shame or censure free	R
All crimes are safe but hated poverty	R
This only this the rigid law pursues	R
This only this provokes the snarling muse	R
The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak	E2
Wakes from his dream and labours for a joke	E2
With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze	R
And turn the varied taunt of a thousand ways	R
Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd	A
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest	A
Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart	A
Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart	A
'Has Heaven reserved in pity to the poor	X
No pathless waste or undiscover'd shore	X
No secret island in the boundless main	M
No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain	M
Quick let us rise the happy seats explore	X
And bear oppression's insolence no more	X
This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd	A
Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd	A
But here more slow where all are slaves to gold	A
Where looks are	X

Samuel Johnson

London - In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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