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Which, if he jumbles to one line of sense, The wise and rich for purse and council brought, Indiet him of a capital offence.

The fools and beggars for their numbers sought : In fire-works give him leave to vent his fpite, Who yet not only on the town depends, Those are the only serpents he can write; For ev’n in court the faction had its friends; The height of his ambition is, we know, Theie thought the places they possefsd too linall, But to be master of a puppet-fhow ;

And in their hearts with'd court and king to fall : On that one stage his works may yet appear :

Whose name the Muse disdaining, holds i' th dark, And a month's harvest keeps him all the year. Thrust in the villain herd without a mark;

Now stop your noses, readers, all and fome, With parafites and libel-spawning inps, For here's a tun of midnight-work to come, Intriguing fops, dull jefters, and worle pimps. Og from a treason-tavern rolling home.

Disdain the rascal rabble to pursue ; Round as a globe, and liquor'd ev'ry chink, Their fet cabals are yet a viler crew : Goodly and great he sails behind his link ; See where involv'd in common smoke they fit ; With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og; Some for our mirth, some for our satire fit: For every inch that is not fool, is rogue : These gloomy, thoughtful, and on mischief bent, A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter, While those for mere good fellow strip frequent As all the devils had spei'd to make the batter. Th' appointed club, can let fedition país, When wine has given him courage to blaspheme, Sense, no sense, any thing, t'employ the glass ; He curses God, but God before curs'd him; And who believe in their dull honcst hearts, And, if man could have reason, none has more, The reft talk treason but to thew their parts; That made his paunch fo rich, and him so poor. Who ne'er had wit or will for mischief

yet, With wealth he was not rrufted, for Heaven knew But pleas'd' to be reputed of a fet. What 'twas of old to pamper up a Jew;

But, in the sacred annals of our plot,
To what would he on quail and phcasant swell, Industrious Arod never be forgot:
That c'en on tripe and carrion could rebel? The labours of this midnight magistrate
But tho' Heaven made himn poor, wish rev'rence May vie with Corah's to preserve the state.

In search of arms he fail'd not to lay hold
He never was a poet of God's making;

On war's most pow'rful, dangerous weapon, gele; The imidwife laid her hand on his thick skuil, And last, to take from Jebusites all odds, With this prophetic blctling—" Be thou dull; Their altars pillag'd, stole their very gods. Drink, swear, and roar; forbear no lewd delight Oft would he cry, when treasure he furprisid, Fit for thy bulk; do any thing but write : 'Tis Baalith gold in David's coin disguis d ; Thou art of lasting inake, like thoughtless men; Which to his house with richer relics came, A strong nativity-but for the pen!

While lumber idols only fod the fame : Eat opium, mingle arsenic in thy drink, For our wife rabble ne'er took pains t'enquire Still thou mayit live, avoiding pen and ink: What 'twas he burnt, fo 't made a rousing fire, I see. I fee, 'tis counsel given in vain,

With which our elder was enrich'd no more For treason botch'd in rhyme will he thy banc: Than falte Gehazi with the Syrian's store ; Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck, So poor, that when our choosing-tribes were met, 'Tis fatal to thy fame and to thy neck : Ev'n for bis stinking votes he ran in debt; Why should thy metre good king David blast ? For meat the wicked, and, as authors think, A plalm of his will surely be thy last.

The faints he chous'd for his clecting drink; Darft thou presume in verse to meet thy foes, Thus ev'ry thift and subtle method past, Thou whom the penny pamphlet foil'd in prose! And all to be no Zaken at the last. Doeg, whom God for mankind's mirth has made, Nov, rais'd on Tyre's sad ruins, Pharaoh's O'ertops thy talent in thy very trade;

pride Doeg to thee, thy paintings are so coarse, Soar'u high, his legions threat’ning far and wide. A poet is, tho'he's the poet's horse.

As when a battering storm engender'd high, A double noose thou on thy neck doft pull By winds upheld, hangs hovering in the sky, For writing treason, and for writing dull: Is gaz'd upon by ev'ry trembling swain; To die for faction is a common evil;

This for bis vineyard fears, and that his grain ; But to be hang'd for nonsense is the devil. For blooming plants, and flow'rs new opening, Hadit thou the glories of thy king exprels'd,

thele, Thy praises had been fatire at the beit; For lambs yeand lately, and for-labouring bees : But thou .in clumsy verse, unlick'd, unpointed, To guard his stock each to the gods does call, Hast Thamefully defied the Lord's anointed : Uncertain where the fire-charg'd clouds will fall: I will not rake the dunghill of thy crimes, Ev'n so the doubtful nations watch his arms, For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes? With terror each expecting his alarms. But of king David's foes be this the doom, Where, Judah, where was now the lion's roar? May all be like the young man Absalom ! Thou only couldft the captive lands restore : And for my foes, may this their blefling be, But thou, with inbred broils and faction prest, To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee !" From Egypt need 'ft a guardian with the rest.

Achitophel each rank, degree, and age, Thy prince from sanhedrims no trust allow'd, For various ends neglects not to engage; Too much the representers of the crowd,

Who for their own defence give no supply, All facred names of most divine esteem,
But what the crown's prerogatives must buy : And to perfection all sustain’d by him;
As if their monarch's rights to violate

Wise, just, and constant, courtly without art,
More needful were, than to preserve the state ! Swift to discern and to reward defert;
From present dangers they divert their care, No hour of his in fruitless eafe destroy'd,
And all their fears are of the royal heir; But on the noblest subjects ftill employ'd :
Whom now the reigning malice of his foes, Whose steady foul ne'er learnt to leparate
Unjudg'd would sentence, and ere crown'd depose; Between his monarch's int’rest and the state;
Religion the pretence, but their decree But heaps those blessings on the royal head,
To bar his reign, whate'er his faith shall be ! Which he well knows must be on subjects lhed.
By fanhedrims and clam'rous crowds thus prest, On what pretence could then the vulgar rage
What pallions rent the righteous David's breast! Against his worth and native righits engage?
Who knows not how t'oppose or to comply, Religious fears their argument are made,
Unjust to grant, and dang’rous to deny! Religious fears his sacred rights invade !
How near in this dark juncture Ifrael's fate, Of future superstition they complain,
Whose peace one sole expedient could create, And Jebusitic worship in his reign :
Which yet ch'extremest virtue did require, With such alarms his foes the crowd deceive,
Ev'n of that prince whose downfall they conspire! With dangers fright which not themselves believe.
His absence David does with tears advise

Since nothing can our facred rights remove, T'appease their rage: undaunted he complies. Whate'er the faith of the successor prove :

Thus he who, prodigal of blood and care, Our Jews their ark shall undifturb'd retain, A royal life expos'd to winds and feas,

At least while their religion is their gain; At once contending with the waves and fire, Who know, by old experience, Baal's commands And heading danger in the wars of Tyre, Not only claim'd their conscience but their lands; Inglorious now forsakes his native fand, They grudge God's tithes, how therefore shall they And, like an exile, quits the promis'd land ! An idol full possession of the field : [yield Our monarch scarce from preiling tears refrains, Grant such a prince enthron'd, we must confess And painfully his royal state maintains , The people's sufferings than that monarch's less, Who now embracing on th' extremest shore Who must to hard conditions still be bound, Almost revokes what he enjoin'd before : And for his quiet with the crowd compound; Concludes at last more trust to be allow'd Or, should his thoughts to tyranny incline, To storms and seas than to the raging crowd ! Where are the means to compass the design? Forbear, rash Muse, the parting scene to draw, Our crown's revenues are too short a store, With silence charm'd as deep as theirs that saw! And jealous sanhedrims would give no more, Not only our attending nobles weep,

As vain our fears of Egypt's potent aid, But hardy failors (well with tears the deep ! Not so has Pharaoh learnt ambition's trade; The tide restrain’d her course, and more amaz'a Nor ever with such measures can comply, The twin-Stars on the royal brothers gaz'd : As shock the common rules of policy; While this fole fear

None dread like him the growth of Israel's king, Does trouble to our suffering hero bring,

And he alone sufficient aids can bring; Left next the popular rage oppress the king ! Who knows that prince to Egypt can give law; Thus parting, each for th' other's danger griev'd, That on our stubborn tribes his yoke could draw, The shore the king, and seas the prince receiv'd. At such profound expence he has not food, Go, injur d here, while propitious gales, Nor dyed for this his hands to deep in blood; (take, Soft as thy confort's breath, inspire thy fails; Would ne'er thro' wrong and right his progress Well may she trust her beauties on a flood, Grudge his own rest, and keep the world awake, Where thy triumphant Meets so oft have rode ! To fix a lawless prince on Juda's throne, Safe on thy breast reclin'd her reít be deep, First to invade our rights, and then his own : Rock'd like a Nereid by waves asleep; His dear-gain'd conquests cheaply to despoil, While happiest dreams her fancy entertain, And reap the harvests of his crimes and toil. And to Elysian fields convert the main ! We grant his wealth vast as our ocean's fand, Go, injur'd hero, while the shores of Tyre And curse its fatal influence on our land, At thy approach fo filent shall admire,

Which our brib'd Jews so num'rously partake, Who on thy thunder still their thoughts employ, That ev'n an host his pensioners would make; And greet thy landing with a trembling joy. From these deceivers our divisions spring,

On heroes thus the prophet's fate is thrown, Our weakness, and the growth of Egypt's king; Admir'd' by ev'ry nation but their own; These, with pretended friend thip to the state, Yet while our fáctious Jews his worth deny, Our crowd's suspicion of their prince create ; Their aching conscience gives their tongue the Both pleas’d and frighten'd with the specious cry, lie,

To guard their sacred rights and property i Ev'n in the worst of men the noblest


To ruin thus the chosen flock are sold, Confess him, and he triumphs in their hearts, While wolves are ta’en for guardians of the fold; Whom to his king the best respects commend Seduc'd by these we groundlefsly complain, Of subjeét, foldier, kinsman, prince, and friend; And loath the manna of a gentle reign :




Thus our forefathers' crooked paths are trod; Are princes thus distinguish'd from the crowd,
We trust our prince no more than they their God. And this the privilege of royal blood ?
But all in vain our reas'ning prophets preach But grant we thould confirm the wrongs they press,
To those whom fad experience ne'er could reach, His fufferings yet were than the people's lets;
Who can commence new broils in bleeding scars, Condemn à for life the murdering sword to wield,
And fresh remembrance of intestine wars ; Ind on their heirs entail a bloody field :
When the same houlihold mortal foes did yield. Thus madly their own freedom they betrav,
And brothers Itain'd with brothers blood the field; And for th” oppression which they fear make way;
When fons' cuift feel the fathers' gore did stain, Succetlion fix'd by Heaven, the kingdom's bar,
And mothers mourn'd for fons by fathers Nain! Which once dissolv'd admits the flood of war:
When thick as Egypt's locusts on the sand Watte, rapine, fpoil, without, th' affault begin;
Our tribes lay Naughter'd thro' the promis'd land, And our mad tribes supplant the fence within.
Whose few survivors with worte fate remain, Since then their good they will not understand,
To drag the bondage of a tyrant's reign: Tis time to take the monarch's pow'r in hand;
Which scene of wocs, unknowing, we renew, Authority and force to join with skill,
And madly, ev’n those ills we fear, pui sue ; And save the lunatics against their will.
While Pharaoh laughs at our domeftic broils, The fame rough means that 'Tuaye the crowd, ap-
And safely crowds his tents with nations' spoils. pcafe
Yet our fieice fanhedrim i: restless rage Our fenates raging with the crowd's disease.
Againit our absent hero fill engage;

Henceforth unbiats'd measures let them draw
And chiefly urge, such did their phrensv prove, From no falle gloss, but genuine text of law ;
The only suit their prince forbids to move ; Nor urge those crimes upon religion's score,
Which till obtaind they ceale atiair's of state, Themselves to much in Jebulites abhor.
And real dangers wave for groundicfs hate. Whou laws convict, and only they, thall bleed ;
Long David's patience waits relief to bring, Sor Pharisees by Pharisees be freed.
With all th' indulgence of a lawful king, imparijal justice from our throne ihall show'r;
Expecting till the troubled waves would cease, All shall have right, and we our for’reign pow's.
But found the raging billows itill increase. He said: th'aitendants heard with awtui :OF,
The crowd, whole intolence forbearancc swells, And glad pretages their fix'd thoughts einplor;
While he forgives too far, almost rebels.' From Hebron now the suffering heir returnd,
At last his deep relentinent filence broke, A realm that long with civil discord mourn d;
Th' imperial palace thook while thus he spoke: Til his approach, like fome arriving God,

Then Juftice wake, and Rigour take her time, Compos’d and heal'd the place of his abode; For, lo! our mercy is become our crime. The deluge check'd that to Judea spread, While halting Punishment her froko delays, And itopp'd fedition at the fountain's head. Our fov’reign right, heaven's facred trust, decays! Thus in torgiving David's paths he drives, For whose lupport ev'n subjects' intereft calls, And, chas d from Israel, Ifracl's peace contrives. Woe to that kingdom where the monarch falls! The held confefs'd his pow'r in arms before, That prince who yields the leali of regal livay, And leas proclaim'd his triumphs to the thore, So far his people's freedom does betray.

Is nonly has his lisay in Hebron thewn, Right lives by law, and law fubfilis by pow'r; How fii t' inherit godlike David's throne. Disarm the ihepherd, wolves the flock devour. Through Sion's directs his glad arrival's spread

, Hard lot of empire o'er a stubborn race, And conscious taction hrinks her inaks head i Which Heaven ittelf in vain has tried with grace! this train their litterings think o'erpard, to ice When will our rcaton's long charm deyes unciore, The crowe's applause with virtue once agree. And Ifracl judge between her friends and foes? Succeis charms all, but zeal for worth distret When thall we fee expird decrivers fwar, A vrtue proper to the brave and beft; And credit what our G dand monarchis law? 'Mong whom was Joshran, Jothran always bent Dillenbled patriots, bribit with Fgypt's gold, lo feive the crown, and loyal by defcent; Ev'n lanhedrims in blind obedience hold; Whold constancy fo firm, and conduct jutt, Those patriots talte hood in their actions ice, Deterv'd at onci two royal mafiers' trust; And judge by the pernicious fruit the tree; Who Tyre's proud aims had mauully with tood If aught for which to loudiy they declaim, On luas, and gather'd laurels from the riood; Religion, laws, and freedom), were their aim; Of learning yet no portion was denied, Our fenates in due methods they had led, Friend to the Mules, and the Mofes' pride. T'avoid thote milchicts which they fcem'd to dread; Nor can Benaiah's worth forgotten lie, But firtt ere yet they propp'd the finding state, Of teady foul when public torms incre high; T'impeach and charge, as urg'd by private hate; Whofe conduct,whileibe Moor fierceontets made, Pioves that they ne'er belier 'd the fears they preis d, Secur d at once our honour and our trade. But barb’rously destrov'd the nation's reit! Such were the chicts who moft Lis sufferings O! whither will ungovern'd fenates drive,

moriru'il, And to what bounds licentious votes arriica sind view'd with silent ioy the prince returnd; Then ther injutti e we are press'd to share, While shole that lought his abience to betra', The monarch urg'd t'exclude the lawful licir; Preis borti thicit nadieous talie rupecto to pai

Him ftill th' officious hypocrites molest, A prince @ form'd with carth's and hcaven's And with malicious duty break his rest.

applaute, While real transports thus his friends employ: To triumph o'er crown'd heads in David's cause: And foes are loud in their diffembled joy, Or, grant him victor, still his hopes must fail, His triumphs, so resounded far and near, Who conquering would not for himself prevail; Mits'd not his young ambitious rival's car; The faction whom he trusts for future lway, And as when joyfui hunters' clamorous train Him and the public would alike betray ; Some ilumbering lion wakes in Moab's plain, Amongst themselves divide the captive state, Who oft had forc'd the bold assailants yield, And found their hydra-empire in his fate! And scatter'd his purjuers through the tield, Thus having beat the clouds with painful fight, Disdaining, furls his mane and tears the ground, the pitied youth, with sccptres in his fight, His eyes infaming all the desert round, So have their cruel politics decreed, With roar of feas directs his chasers' way, Must, by that crew that made him guilty bleed ! Provokes from far, and dares them to the fray; For could their pride brook any prince's fivay, Such rage storm'd now in Abfalom's fierce breast, Whom but mild David would they choose t'obey? Such indignation his fir'd eves confefs'd; Who once at such a gentle reign repine, Where now was the inftrućtor of his pride ? The fall of monarchy itself delign; Slept the old pilot in to rough a ride :

From hate to that their reformations spring, Whose wiles had from the happy thore betray'd, And David not their grievance, but the king. Andthus on thelves the credulous youth convey'd; Seiz'd now with panic fear the faction lies, In deep revolving thought he weighs his state, Left this clear truth strike Abfalom's charm'd Secure of craft, nor doubts to battle fate;

eyes, At least, if his storm'd bark must go adrift, Left he perceive, from long enchantment free, To baulk his charge, and for himleif to shift, What all beside the flatter'd youth muft fce. In which his dext'rous wit had oft been thewn, But whate'er doubts his troubled bosom swell, And in the wreck of kingdoms fav’d his own. Fair carriage still became Achitopheli But now, with more than common danger prest, who now an envious festival enfials, Of various refolutions stands pofTest,

And to Survey their strength the faction calls, Perceives the crowd's unstable zcal decay, Which fraud, religious worship too must gild; Left their recanting chief the cause betray; But oh how weakly does sedition build ! Who on a father's grace his hopes may ground, For, lo! the royal mandate issues forth, And for his pardon with their heads compound. Dalhing at once their treason, zcal, and mirth! Him therefore, ere his fortune ilip her time, So have I feen dilastrous chance invade, The statelian plots t'engage in fome bold crime Where careful emmets had their forage laid, Past pardon, whether to attempt his bed, Whether fierce Vulcan's rage the furzy plain Or threat with open arms the royal head, Had seiz'd, engender'd by some careless twain ; Or other daring method, and unjust,

Or livelling Neptune lawless inroads made, That may confirm him in the people's trust. And to their cell of store his food convey'd; But failing thus t'entnare him, nor secure The commonwealth broke up, distracted go, How long iis foild ambition may endure, And in wild hate their loaded matcs o'erthrow : Plots next to lay him by, as past his date, Ev'n so our scatter'd guests confus'dly meet, And try some new pretender's luckier fate ; With boil'd, bak’d, roatt, all juftling in the Itreet; Whose hopes with equal toil he would pursue, Dejecting all, and ruefully dismay'd, Nor cares what claimer's crown'd except the true. For shekel without treat or treason paid. Wake, Abfalom, approaching ruin Thun, Scdition's dark eclipse now fainter thews, And see, oh see, for whom thou art indone! More bright each hour the royal planet grows, How are thy honours and thy fame betray'd, Of force the clouds of envy to disperle, The property of desperare

villains made ! In kind conjunction of allisting itars. Loft pow'r and conscious fears their crimes create, Here, lab'ring Muse, those glorious chicfs relate, And guilt in them was little less than fate : That turn'd the doubiful scale of David's fate; But why thouldīt thou, from ev'ry grievance The rest of that illustrious band rehearse, free,

Immortaliz'd in laureld Alaph's verse : Forsake thy vineyards for their stormy fer? Hard talk! yet will not I thy fight recal; For thee did Canaan's milk and honey now; View heaven, and then enjoy thy glorious fall. Love dress’d thy bow'rs, and laurels fought thy First write Bezaliel, whoic illustrious name brow ;

Forestals our praise, and gives his pout fame. Preferment, wealth, and pow'r thy vassals were, The Kenites' rocky province his command, And of a inonarch all things but the care. A barren limb of fertile Canaan's land; Oh should our crimes again that curse draw down, which for its generous natives yet could be And rebel-arms once more attempt the crown, Held worthy such a president as he ! Sure ruin waits unhappy Absalom,

Bezaliel with each grace and virtue fraught, Alike by conquest or defcat undone ;

Serene his looks, ferenc his life and thought; Who could relentless see such youth and charms On whom to largely nature hicap'd her store, Expire with wretched fate in impious arms ? There scarce remain d for arts to give him inore !


To aid the crown and state his greatest zeal, Our list of nobles next let Amri grace,
His second care that service to conceal : Whose merits claim'd the Aberhdin's high place;
Of dues observant, firm to ev'ry trust,

Vho, with a loyalty that did excel,
And to the needy always more than just : Brought all th' endowments of Achitophel.
Who truth from specious falsehood can divide, Sincere was Amri, and not only knew,
Has all the gownsmen's skill without their pride ; But Ifrael's farctions into practice drew;
Thus crown'd with worth from heights of ho- Our laws, that did a boundless ocean seem,
nour won,

Were coasted all, and fathom'd all by him.
Sees all his glories copied in his son,

No rabbin speaks like him their mystic fenfe, Whose forward fame should ev'ry Muse engage; So just, and with such charms of eloquence : Whose youth boasts skill denied to others age. To whom the double blessing does belong, Men, manners, language, books of noblest kind, With Moses'inspiration, Aaron's tongue. Already are the conquest of his mind;

Than Shava none more loyal zeal have thewn, Whose loyalty before its date was prime, Wakeful as Judah's lion for the crown, Nor waited the dull course of rolling time ; Who for that cause still combats in his age, The monster Faction early he dismay'd, For which his youth with danger did engage. And David's cause long since confess'd his aid. In vain our factious priests the cant revive; Brave Abdael o'er the prophet's school was In vain seditious scribes with libel strive plac'd;

T'infame the crowd ; while he with watchful eye Abdael with all his father's virtue grac'd ; Observes, and shoots their treasons as they fly ; A hero, who, while stars look'd wond'ring down, Their weekly frauds his keen replies detect; Without one Hebrew's blood restor'd the crown. He undeceives more fast than they infect. That praise was his ; what therefore did remain So Mofes, when the pest on legions prey'd, For following chiefs, but boldly to maintain Advanc'd his signal, and the plague was ftay'd. That crown restor'd? and in this rank of fame, Once more, my fainting Muse, thy pinions try, Brave Abdael with the first a place must claim. And strength's exhausted store let love supply. Proceed, illustrious, happy chief! proceed, What tribute, Asaph, fhall we render thee? Foreleize the garlands for thy brow decreed, We'll crown thee with a wreath from thy own While th' inspir'd tribe attend with nobleit strain Thy laurel grove no envy's flash can blaft ; [tree ! To register the glories thou shalt gain : The fong of A faph thall for ever last. For sure the dew shall Gilboah's bills forsake, With wonder late posterity shall dwell And Jordan mix his fream with Sodoin's lake; On Absalom and fålse Achitophel : Or leas retir'd their secret stores disclose, Thy sirain shall be our slumb'ring prophers' dream, And to the sun their scaly brood expose; And when our Sion virgins sing their theme, Or swell'd above the clifts their billows raise, Our jubilees shall with thy verse be grac'd; Before the Mules leave their patron's praise. The song of Afaph shall for ever last. [came! Eliab our next labour does invite,

How fierce his fatire loos'd! restrain'd, how And hard the task to do Eliab right :

How tender of th' offending young man's fame! Long with the royal wanderer he rov'd, How well his worth and brave adventures styl'd! And firm in all the turns of fortune prov'd ! Just to his virtues, to his error mild. Such ancient service, and desert fo large, No page of thine, that fears the strictest view, Well claim'd the royal household for his charge; But teems with just reproof, or praise as true. His

age with only one mild heiress blest, Not Eden could a fairer prospect yield; In all the bloom of smiling nature drest, All paradise without one barren field: And blest again to see his fow'r allied

Whiofe wit the censure of his foes has past, To David's ftock, and made young Othniel's bride! The song of Alaph shall for ever laft. The bright restorer of his father's youth, What praise for such rich (trains thall we allow? Devoted to a son's and subject's truth:

What jutt rewards the grateful crown beitow? Resolv'd to bear that prize of duty home, While hees in flow'rs rejoice, and flow'rs in dew, So bravely fought, while fought by Abfalom. While stars and fountains to their course are true; Ah prince ! th' illustrious planet of thy birth, While Judah's throne and Sion's rock stand fast, And thy more pow'rful virtue, guard thy worth! The fong of Afaph and the fame Thall last. That no Achitophel thy ruin boast!

Still Hebron's honour'd happy foil retains Israėl too much in one fuch wreck has lost.

Our royal hero's beautcous dear remains;
E'en envy must consent to Helon's worth, Who now fails off with winds nor wishes Nack,
Whose soul, though Egypt glories in his birth, To bring his suff'rings' bright companion back.
Could for our captive-ark its zeal retain, But ere luch transport can our sense employ,
And Pharaoh's altars in their pomp disdain : A bitter grief mult poison half our joy ;

To flight his gods was small; with nobler pride, Nor can our coasts restor'd those bleilings fee
He all th' allurements of his court defied. Without a bribe to envious destiny !
Whon profit nor example could betray, Cursid Sodom's doom for ever fix the tide
But Ifrael's friend, and true to David's sway. Where, by inglorious chance, the valiant died !
What acts of favour in his province fall, Give not infulting Askalon to know,
On merit he confers, and freely all.

Nor let Gath's daughters triumph in our woe!


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