O for thy fpirit, MANSFIELD! at thy name
What bofom glows not with an active flame?
Alone from Jargon born to rescue Law,
From precedent, grave hum, and formal faw!
To ftrip chican'ry of its vain pretence,

And marry Common Law to Common Sense!

PRAT! on thy lips perfuafion ever hung! English falls, pure as Manna, from thy tongue : On thy voice truth may reft, and on thy plea Unerring HENLEY found the just decree.

HENLEY! than whom, to HARDWICK's well-rais'd
fame,

No worthier fecond Royal GEORGE cou'd name:
No lawyer of prerogative; no tool

Fashion'd in black corruption's pliant school;
Form'd 'twixt the People and the Crown to stand,
And hold the scales of right with even hand!

True to our hopes, and equal to his birth, See, fee in YORKE the force of lineal worth!

But

But why their fev'ral merits need I tell? Why on each honour'd fage's praises dwell? WILMOT how well his place, or FOSTER fills? Or fhrew'd sense beaming from the eye of WILLS?

Such, while thou fee'ft the public care engage, Their fame increasing with increasing age, Rais'd by true genius, bred in Phœbus' school, Whose warmth of foul found judgment knew to cool; With fuch illustrious proofs before your eyes,

Think not, my friend, youv'e too much wit to rise : Think of the bench, the coif, long robe, and fee,

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The First Book of the H ENRIAD E.

Tranflated from the French of M. De VOLTAIRE.

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HY chieftain, France, of try'd illuftrious worth,

By right of conqueft king, by right of birth, I fing. Who, tutor'd in misfortune's school, There learnt the nobleft science, how to Rule; Bad Faction's furious difcord cease to rave, Valiant to conquer, merciful to fave ;

Baffled the daring League's rebellious schemes,

MAYENNE's proud hopes, and Spain's ambitious dreams : With civil prudence bleft, with martial fire,

A nation's conqueror, and a nation's fire.

Truth, heavenly maid, from th' Empyræan height Defcend, and with thy ftrong and pureft light My verfe illume! and O, let mortals hear

Thy facred word, and awfully revere !

Be

Be thou my guide! thy fage experience brings
Unerring maxims to the ear of kings.

'Tis thine, blest maid, and only thine, to show
What most befits the regal pow'r to know.
Purge thou the film from off a nation's eyes,
And fhew what ills from civil difcord rife!
Nor spare with decent boldness to disclose
The prince's errors, and the people's woes :
And O! if fable e'er, in times of yore,
Mix'd her foft accents with thy fterner lore,
If e'er her hand adorn'd thy tow'ring head,
And o'er thy front her milder graces spread;
If e'er her fhades, which lovingly unite,
Bad thy fair form spring stronger into light,
With me, permit her all thy fteps to trace,
Not to conceal thy beauties, but to grace!

Still VALOIS reign'd, and funk in pleasure's bow'r, O'er a mad state held loose the reigns of pow'r : The trampled Law had loft its ancient force, And Right confounded, miss'd her even course.

'Twas thus when VALOIS France's fceptre bore,
Scepter'd indeed, but now a king no more;
Not glory's minion now, the voice of fame
Swell'd the loud trumpet to the hero's name;
His laurels wither'd, and all blasted now,
Which conqueft hung upon his infant brow ;
Whose progress Europe mark'd with conscious fear,
Whofe lofs provok'd his country's common tear,
When, the long train of all his virtues known,
The North admiring call'd him to the throne.
In fecond rank, the light which strikes the eyes,
Rais'd to the first, grows dim, and feebly dies.
From war's ftern foldier, active, firm, and brave,
He funk a monarch, pleasure's abject slave.
Lull'd with soft ease, forgetful all of state,
His weakness totter'd with a kingdom's weight;
While loft in floth, and dead to glorious fame,
The fons of riot govern'd in his name.
QUELUS, St. MAIGRIN, death-cemented pair,
JOYEUSE the gay, and D'ESPERNON the fair,
The careless king in pleasure plung'd with these,
In lust intemperate, and lethargic ease.

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