F. You're ftrangely proud.—P. So proud, I am no Slave,-
So impudent, I own myfelf no Knave,

P. Aik you what Provocation I have had?
The ftrong Antipathy of Good to Bad.
When Truth or Virtue an Affront endures,
Th' Affront is mine, my Friend, and ihou'd be yours.
Mine, as a Friend toev'ry worthy Mind
And mine, as Man, who feel for all Mankind.

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So odd, my Country's Ruin makes me grave. J
Yes, I am proud; I muft be proud to fee
Men not afraid of God, afraid of me:
Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne,
Yet touch'd and fliam'd by Ridicule alone.

Pope's Epilogue to his Satires. Dial. II.

LONDON:

Printed for the Author, and fold by W. Flexney, near
Gray ъ-Inn-G ate-, Holborn. M.dcc.lxv.

THE

CONSTITUENTS.

A. T' £ TELL, Theorift,—may'ft thou not fail to find,

TM TM The balmy Vifions of a dreaming Mind: Be fruitlefs antiquated Virtue thine, Let D /, and Royal Smiles be mine.

B. Haft thou the Honour to be Britain s Son,
And canft thou with fuch Arguments be won?
But e'er thou fixeft, pray, coniider well,
Let not thy Head againft thy Heart rebel.
For me, tho' my Endeavours may be late,
I'll ftill aiîêrt the Freedom of our State;
Though ev'ry Wretch is fick of being free,
The dire Contagion íhall not light on me \

The horrid Project ihall not quite be fped,
We ihall not all be Slaves till I am dead.

A. If all your patriotic Efforts fail,
And lawlefs В—e, and Anarchy prevail;
By fleering thus inflexibly your Courfe,
Thus by oppoílng Feebleneis to Force,
Nought to your Country fure you can propoie,
And only to yourfelf a Train of Woes.

B. The Individual I'll, at preient, wave, And for our Country your Attention crave

Bolder, and bolder tho' Corruption draws More ftill, and more their Majefty from Laws, Yet while a Particle of Hope remains, Let other ChurchilFs wake their gen'rous Strains j Let honeft Englißjme7i ward off Defpair, Nor of their Country drop the pious Care.

In better Times, when in the State's Machine The j uft Effects ot Government were feen •>