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You vain, whom youth and pleasure guide
Like yours, his life began in pride,
Like his, your lives shall end.
Behold his wretched corse with sorrow worn,
And shall not Heaven for this its terrors show,
As panting flies the hunted hind,
For streams of mercy long;
Those streams which cheer the sore opprest,
And overwhelm the strong.
But, whence that shout? Good heavens! amazement all! See yonder tower just nodding to the fall;
See where an army covers all the ground,
Saps the strong wall, and pours destruction round!
Chorus of ISRAELITES.
Down with them, Lord, to lick the dust;
Serve them as they have serv'd the just,
All, all is lost. The Syrian army fails,
First and Second PRIEST.
Thrice happy, who in happy hour
Now, now 's our time! ye wretches bold and blind,
Too late you seek that power unsought before,
O, Lucifer, thou son of morn,
Alike of Heaven and man the foe;
Heaven, men, and all,
Now press thy fall,
And sink thee lowest of the low.
O, Babylon, how art thou fallen!
Thy fall more dreadful from delay!
To wilds shall turn,
Where toads shall pant and vultures prey.
Such be her fate! But listen! from afar
The clarion's note proclaims the finish'd war.
To chain the strong, and set the captive free.
Rise to transports past expressing,
Chorus of VIRGINS.
Cyrus comes, the world redressing,
Hail to him with mercy reigning,
Skill'd in every peaceful art;
Only binds the willing heart.
But chief to Thee, our God, defender, friend,
O Thou, without beginning, without end,
Or old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us with beef, and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish; Our Dean shall be venison, just fresh from the plains; - Our Burke shall be tongue, with the garnish of brains; Our Will shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour, And Dick with his pepper shall heighten the savour; Our Cumberland's sweet-bread its place shall obtain, And Douglas is pudding, substantial and plain; Our Garrick's a sallad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree: To make out the dinner, full certain I am, That Ridge is anchovy, and Reynolds is lamb; That Hickey's a capon, and, by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter, more wine! let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Here lies the good Dean, reunited to earth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt,
At least, in six weeks I could not find 'em out;
Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em,
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining : Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge, disobedient, And too fond of the right, to pursue the expedient. In short, 't was his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in 't; The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along,
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong;
The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home:
What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his own.
That we wish'd him full ten times a day at Old Nick;
As often we wish'd to have Dick back again.
Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts,