Inheritance of long defcent! The facred pledge, fo dearly priz’d STROPHE IV. Early on his growing heir, Stamp what time may not impair, As he grows, that coming years, Ambition, breeding monstrous hopes and fears, O, let him prove what words but weakly paint, A model to his fon! that ages may admire! ANTIS TROPHE IV. While we behold yon wide-spread azure cope, With burning ftars thick-lufter'd o'er, Than to enjoy, and to deserve, a store 122 of Of treasur'd fame, by blameless deeds acquir'd, Free-gift of men, the tribute of good-will! Rich in this patrimony fair, increase it still. 126 E PODE IV. The fullness of content remains 130 14.2 And we are judg'd where favour is not bought. A a 4 146 ANTIS TROPHE V. Winning afpect! winning mind! Soul and body aptly join'd! Searching thought, engaging wit, Enabled to inftruct, or please, Uniting dignity with ease, By nature form'd for every purpose fit, Is fuch perfection born, and born to die? The parting foul, new-born to life that cannot fail. Where facred friendship, plighted love, Parental joys, unmix'd with care, 150 154 158 162 166 TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQUIRE. MAY 1, 1723. I. WHO, much distinguish'd, yet is bless'd? Who, dignified above the reft, Does, ftill, unenvied live? Not to the man whofe wealth abounds, Nor to the noble-born, nor to the strong, Nor to the gay, II. Whom then, fecure of happiness, Does every eye beholding bless, Him, Pulteney, who, poffeffing store, Who, to mankind a friend, Nor envies, nor is envied by, the great, III. Whofe unambitious, active foul, Attends the welfare of the whole, When public ftorms arise, 8 12 16 20 While books, each morn, the lightsome foul invite, In him do men no blemish fee; When moft they vex the state: Yet, fhall he not to fate Submit entire; the rescuing Muse shall fave V. Too frail is brafs and polifh'd stone; On merit can bestow : Yet, muft the time-enduring fong, The verfe unrival'd by the throng, From Nature's bounty flow: Th' ungifted tribe in metre pass away, VI. What laws fhall o'er the Ode prefide ? The chariot-wheels of praise, And regularly ftrays, While Nature does, difdaining aids of skill, The mind with thought, the ears with numbers, fill. 28 32 36 40 44 VII. As |