Bluftrious youth, return'd Achitophel,
Mifconftrue not the words that mean you well,
The course you steer I worthy blame conclude,
But 'tis because you leave it unpursued.
A monarch's crown with fate furrounded lies,
Who reach, lay hold on death that mifs the prize.
Did you for this expofe yourself to show,
And to the crowd bow popularly low!
For this your glorious progress next ordain,
With chariots, horfemen, and a numerous train.
With fame before you like the morning ftar,
And fhouts of joy faluting from afar?
Oh from the heights you've reach'd but take a view,
Scarce leading Lucifer could fall like you!
And must I here my shipwreck'd arts bemoan?
Have I for this fo oft made Ifrael groan?
Your fingle intereft with the nation weigh'd,
And turn'd the scale where your defires were laid!
Ev'n when at helm a courfe fo dangerous mov'd,
To land your hopes as my removal prov'd.
I not difpute, the royal youth replies,
The known perfection of your policies,
Nor in Achitophel yet grudge or blame,
The privilege that statesmen ever claim;
Who private interest never yet pursued,
But ftill pretended 'twas for others' good:
What politician yet e'er 'fcap'd his fate,
Who faving his own neck rot sav'd the state?
From hence on every humorous wind that veer'd,
With fhifted fails a feveral courfe you steer'd.
What from a fway did David e'er pursue,
That feem'd like abfolute, but fprung from you?
Who at your inftance quafh'd each penal law,
That kept diffenting factious Jews in awe;
And who fufpends fixt laws, inay abrogate,
That done, form new, and fo enflave the state.
Ev'n
property, whofe champion now you ftand,
And feem for this the idol of the land,
Did ne'er fuftain fuch violence before,
As when your counfcl fhut the royal ftore;
Advice, that ruin to whole tribes procur'd,
But fecret kept till your own banks fecur'd.
Recount with this the triple covenant broke,
And Ifrael fitted for a foreign yoke;
Nor here your counfel's fatal progrefs staid,
But fent our levied powers to Pharaoh's aid.
Hence Tyre and Ifracl, low in ruins laid,
And Egypt, once their fcorn, their common terror
made.
Ev'n yet of fuch a feason can we dream,
When royal rights you made your darling theme,
For power unlimited, could reafons draw,
And plase prerogative above the law;
Which on your fall from office grew unjust,
The laws made king, the king a flave in truft:
Whom with state-craft, to intereft only true,
You now accuse of ills contriv'd by you.
To this hell's agent-Royal youth, fix here,
Let intereft be the star by which you steer,
Hence to repofe your truft in me was wife,
Whose intereft moft in your advancement lies.
A tye fo firm as always will avail,
When friendship, nature, and religion, fail;
On ours the fafety of the crowd depends,
Secure the crowd, and we obtain our ends,
Whom I will caufe fo far our guilt to share,
Till they are made our champions by their fear,
What oppofition can your rival bring,
While fanhedrims are jealous of the king?
His frength as yet in David's friendship lies,
And what can David's felt without fupplies?
Who with exclufive bills muft now dispense,
Debar the heir or ftarve in his defence,
Conditions which our elders ne'er will quit,
And David's juftice never can admit.
Or forc'd by wants his brother to betray,
To your ambition next he clears the way;
For if fucceffion once to nought they bring,
Their next advance removes the prefent king:
Perfifting elfe his fenate to diffolve,
In equal hazard fhall his reign involve.
Our tribes, whom Pharaoh's power so much alarms,
Shall rife without their prince t' oppose his arms;
Nor boots it on what cause at first they join,
Their troops once up, are tools for our defign.
At least fuch fubtle covenants fhall be made,
Till peace itfelf is war in masquerade.
Affociations of myfterious fenfe,
Against, but feeming for, the king's defence;
Ev'n on their courts of juftice fetters draw,
And from our agents muzzle up their law.
By which a conqueft if we fail to make,
'Tis a drawn game at worst, and we fecure our
stake.
He faid, and for the dire fuccefs depends
On various fects, by common guilt made friends.
Whofe heads though ne'er fo differing in their creed
I' th' point of treafon yet were well agreed.
'Moneft thefe extorting Iban first appears,
Purfued by a meagre troop of bankrupt heirs.
Eleft times, when Ifhban, he whofe occupat.on
So long has been to cheat, reforms the nation!
Ifhban, of confcience fuited to his trade,
As good a faint as ufurer ever made.
Yet Mammon has not fo engroft him quite,
But Belial lays as large a claim of spight;
Who, for thofe pardons from his prince he draws,
Returns reproaches, and cries up the caufe.
That year in which the city he did sway,
He left rebellion in a hopeful way.
Yet his ambition once was found fo bold,
To offer talents of extorted gold;
Could David's wants have fo been brib'd, to shame
And fcandalize our peerage with his name;
For which, his dear fedition he'd forfwear,
And ev'n turn loyal to be made a peer.
Next him, let railing Rabfheka have place,
So full of zeal he has no need of grace;
A faint that can both fieth and spirit ufe,
Alike haunt conventicles and the flews:
Of whom the queftion difficult appears,
If moft i' th' preachers or the bawds arrears.
What caution could appear too much in him
That keeps the treasure of Jerufalem!
Let David's brother but approach the town,
Double our guards, he cries, we are undone.
Protefting that he dares not fleep in 's bed
Left he fhould rife next morn without his head,
"Next thefe, a troop of bufy fpirits prefs,
Of little for unes, and of confcience lefs;
With them the tribe, whofe luxury had drain'd
Their banks, in former fequeftrations gain'd;
Who rich and great by paft rebellions grew,
And long to fish the troubled streams anew.
Some future hopes, fome prefent payment draws,
To fell their confcience and efpoufe the caufe.
Such ftipends thofe vile hirelings beft befit,
Priefts without grace, and poets without wit.
Shall that falfe Hebronite efcape our curfe,
Judas that keeps the rebels pension-purfe;
Judas that pays the treafon-writer's fee,
Judas that well deferves his namefake's tree;
Who at Jerufalem's own gates erects
His college for a nursery of feets.
Young prophets with an early care fecures,
And with the dung of his own arts manures.
What have the men of Hebron here to do?
What part in Ifrael's promis'd land have you !
Here Phaleg, the lay Hebronite, is come
'Cause like the reft he could not live at home;
Who from his own poffeffions could not drain
An omer even of Hebronitish grain,
Here ftruts it like a patriot, and talks high
Of injur'd fubjects, alter'd property:
An emblem of that buzzing infe&t just,
That mounts the whee! and thinks the raifes duft.
Can dry bones live? or skeletons produce
The vital warmth of cuckoldizing juice?
Slim Phaleg could, and at the table fed,
Return'd the grateful product to the bed.
A waiting-man to travelling nobles chofe,
He his own laws would faucily impose,
"Till baftinadoed back again he went,
To learn thofe manners he to teach was fent.
Chaftis'd he ought to have retreated home,
But he reads politicks to Abfalom.
For never Hebronite, though kick'd and fcorn'd,
To his own country willingly return'd.
But, leaving famish'd Phaleg to be fed,
And to talk treafon for his daily bread,
Let Hebron, nay let Hell produce a man
So made for mischief as Ben-Jochanan,
A Jew of humble parentage was he,
Py trade a Levite, though of low degree:
His pride no higher than the desk aspir'd,
But for the drudgery of priests was hir'd
To read and pray in liren ephod brave,
And pick up fingle fhekels from the grave.
Marry'd at laft, but finding charge come faster,
He could not live by God, but chang'd his master:
Infpir'd by want, was made a factious tool,
They got a villain, and we loft a fool.
Still violent, whatever caufe he took,
But most against the party he forfook.
For renegadoes, who ne'er turn by halves,
Are bound in confcience to be double knaves.
So this profe-prophet took most monftrous pains,
To let his mafters fee he earn'd his gains.
But, as the devil owes all his imps a fhame,
He chofe th' apoftate for his proper theme;
With little pains he made the picture true,
And from reflexion took the rogue he drew.
A wondrous work, to prove the Jewish nation
In every age a murmuring generation;
To trace them from their infancy of finning,
And fhew them factious from their first beginning.
To prove they could rebel, and rail, and mock,
Much to the credit of the chofen flock;
A ftrong authority, which must convince,
That faints own no allegiance to their prince.
As 'tis a leading-card to make a whore,
To prove her mother had turn'd up before.
But, tell me, did the drunken patriarch blefs
The fon that fhew'd his father's nakednefs?
Such thanks the prefent church thy pen will give,
Which proves rebellion was fo primitive.
Muft ancient failines be examples made?
Then murtherers from Cain may learn their trade.
As thou the heathen and the faint haft drawn,
Methinks th' apostate was the better man :
And thy hot father, waving my respect,
Not of a mother-church hut of a fect.
And fucn he needs must be of thy inditing,
This comes of drinking affes milk and writing.
If Balak fhould be call'd to leave his place,
As profit is the loudeft call of grace,
His temple, difpoffefs'd o`one, would be
Replenish'd with feven devils more by thee.
Levi, thou art a load, I'll lay thee down,
And thew rebellion bare, without a zown;
Foor flaves in metre, dull and addle-pated,
Who rhyme below ev'n David's Pfalms tranflated.
Some in my fpeedy pace I muft out-run,
As lame Mephibofheth the wizard's fon:
1o make quick way, I'll leap o'er heavy blocks,
Shun rotten Uzza as I would the pox;
And haften Og and Doeg to rehearse,
Two fools that crutch their feeble fenfe on verse;
Who by my Mufe to al! fucceeding times,
Shall live in fpight of their own doggrel rhymes.
Doeg, though without knowing how or why,
Made itill a blundering kind of melody;
Spurr'd bolly on, and dafh'd through thick and
thin,
Through fenfe and nonfenfe, never out nor in ;
Free from all meaning, whether good or bad,
And in one word, hero'cally mad:
He was too warm on picking-work to dwell,
But fagotted his notions as they fell,
And if they rhym'd and rattled, all was well.
Spiteful he is not, though he wrote a fatyr,
For ftill there goes fomething to ill nature;
He needs no more than birds and beafts to think,
All his occafions are to eat and drink.
The call rogue and rafcal from a garret,
He means you no more mischief than a parrot:
The words for friend and foe alike were made,
To fetter them in verfe is all his trade.
For almonds he'll cry whore to his own mother:
And call young Abfalom king David's brother.
Let him he gallows-free by my confent,
And nothing fuffer since he nothing meant;
Hanging fuppof s human foul and reason,
This animal's below committing treafon :
Shall he be hang'd who never could rebel?
That's a preferment for Achitophel.
The woman that committed buggery,
Was rightly fentenc'd by the law to die;
But 'twas hard fate that to the gallows led
The dog that never heard the statute read.
Railing in other men may be a crime,
But ought to pafs for mere instinct in him:
Inftin&t he follows and no farther knows,
For to write verfe with him is to transpose.
"Twere pity treafon at his door to lay,
Who makes heaven's gate a lock to its own key▷
Let him rail on, let his invective Mufe
Have four and twenty letters to abuse,
Which, if he jumbles to one line of fenfe,
Indict him of a capital offence.
In fire-works give him leave to vent his fpight,
Thote are the only ferpents he can write;
The height of his ambition is, we know,
But to be mafter of a puppet-show,
On that one stage his works may yet appear,
And a month's harveft keeps him all the year.
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some,
For here's a tun of midnight work to come,
Og from a treafon-tavern rovling home.
Round as a globe, and liquor'd every chink,
Goodly and great he fails behind his link;
With all this bulk there's nothing lot in Og,
For every inch that is not fool is rogue:
A monftrous mafs of fout corrupted matter,
As all the devils had fpew'd to make the batte,
When wine has given him courage to blafpheme,
He curfes God, but God before curft him;
And, if man could have reafon, none has more,
That made his paunch fo rich, and him so poor.
With wealth he was rot trusted, for heaven knew
What 'twas of old to pamper up a Jew;
To what would he on quail and pheafant fwell,
That ev'n on tripe and carrion could ret el?
But tho' heaven made him poor, with reverence
speaking,
He never was a poet of God's making;
The midwife laid her hard on his thick skull, With this prophetic bleffing--l'e thou dull; Drink, iwear and roar, forbear ro lewd delight Fit for thy bulk, do any thing but write : Thou art of lafting make like thoughtless men, A trong nativity--but for the pen! Ia opium, mingle arfenic in thy drink, Still thou mayft live, avoiding. pen and ink. lee, fee, 'tis cour.fel given in vain, For treafor, botcht in rhyme will be thy bare: Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck, Tis fatal to thy fame and to thy neck: Why should thy met good king David blast ? A pfalm of his will furely be thy laft. Dar it thou prefume in verfe to meet thy foes, Thou whom the penny pamphlet foil'd in profe? Doeg, whom God for mankind's mirth has made, Certons thy talent in thy very trade; Doeg to thee, thy paintings are fo coarfe, A poet is, though he's the poet's horse. A double roofe thou on thy reck doft pull For writing treason, and foviting duil; To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hang'd for ronfenfe is the devil: Had thou the glories of thy king expreft, Thy praifes had been fatyr at the best; But thou in clumfy verfe, unlickt, unpointed, Haft fhamefully defy'd the Lord's arointed: I will not rake the dunghill for thy crimes, For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes? But of king David's foes be this the doom, May all be like the young man Abfalom! And for my foes may this their blessing be, "To Talk like Doeg, and to write like thee!" Achitophel, each rank, degree and age, For various ends neglects not to engage; The wife and rich for purfe and counsel brought, The fools and beggars for their number fought: Who yet not only on the town depends, For ev'n in court the faction had its friends; Thefe thought the places they poffeft too small, And in their hearts wish'd court and king to fall: VOL. III.
Whose names the Mufe difdaining, holds i' th' dark,
Thruft in the villain herd without a mark;
With parafites and libel-spawning imps,
Intriguing fops, dull jefters and worse pimps.
Difdain the rafcal rabble to pursue,
Their fet cabals are yet a viler crew;
See where involv'd in common smoke they fit;
Some for our mirth, fome for our fatyr fit :
Thefe gloomy, thoughtful, and on mifchief bent,
While thofe for mere good fellowship frequent
T' appointed club, can let fedition pass,
Senfe, nonfenfe, any thing t' employ the glass;
And who believe in their dull honeft hearts,
The reft talk treafon but to fhew their parts;
Who ne'er had wit or will for mischief yet,
But pleas'd to be reputed of a set.
But in the facred annals of our plot,
Industrious Arod never be forgot:
The labours of this midnight-magiftrate,
May vie with Corah's to preserve the state.
In fearch of arms he fail'd not to lay hold
On war's most powerful dangerous weapon, gold.
And laft, to take from Jebusites all odds,
Their altars pillag'd, stole their very gods;
Oft would he cry, when treasure he furpriz'd,
Tis Baalifh gold in David's coin disguis'd.
Which to his houfe with richer reliques came,
While lumber idols only fed the flame:
For our wife rabble ne'er took pains t' enquire,
What 'twas he burnt, fo 't made a roufing fire.
With which our elder was enricht no more
Than falfe Gehazi with the Syrian's store;
So poor, that when bur chufing-tribes were met,
Ev'n for his ftinking votes he ran in debt;
For meat the wicked, and as authors think,
The faints he chous'd for his electing drink;
Thus every fhift and fubtle method past,
And to be no Zaken at the last.
Now, rais'd on Tyre's fad ruins, Pharaoh's pride Soar'd high, his legions threatning far and wide; As when a battering storm engender'd high, By winds upheld, hangs hovering in the sky, is gaz'd upon by every trembling (wain, This for his vineyard fears, and that his grain; For blooming plants and flowers new opening, these, For lambs yean'd lately, and far-labouring bees: To guard his ftock each to the gods does call, Uncertain where the fire-charg'd clouds will fall: Ev'n fo the doubtful nations watch his arms, With terror each expecting his alarms. Where, Judah, where was now thy lion's roar? Thou only couldft the captive lands restore : But thou, with inbred broils and faction preft, From Egypt need'st a guardian with the reft. Thy prince from fanhedrims no trust allow'd, Too much the reprefenters of the crowd, Who for their own defence give no supply, But what the crown's prerogatives must buy: As if their monarch's rights to violate More needful were, than to preferve the state! From prefent dangers they divert their care, And all their fears are of the royal heir; Whom now the reigning malice of his foes, Unjudg'd would fentence, and ere crown depose, Religion the pretence, but their decree To bar his reign, whate'er his faith fhall be! By fanhedrims and clamorous crowds thus prest, What paffions rent the righteous David's breaft!
Who knows not how t' oppofe or to comply,
Unjust to grant and dangerous to deny !
How near in this dark juncture Ifrael's fate,
Whofe peace one fole expedient could create,
Which yet th' extreameft virtue did require,
Ev'n of that prince whofe downfal they
fpire!
With fuch alarms his focs the crowd deceive, With dangers fright which not themselves believe. Since nothing can our facred rites remove, Whate'er the faith of the fucceffor prove: Our Jews their ark shali undisturb'd retain, con-At least while their religion is their gain,
His abfence David does with tears advise
T'appease their rage. Undaunted he complies;
Thus he who prodigal of blood and ease,
A royal life expos'd to wird. and feas,
At once contending with the waves and fire,
And heading dangers in the wars of Tyre,
Inglorious now forfakes his native (and,
And like an exile quits the promis'd land!
Our monarch scarce from preffing tears refrains,
And painfully his royal state maintains,
Who now embracing on th' extreameft shore
Almoft revokes what he enjoin'd before:
Concludes at left more truft to be allow'd
To ftorms and feas than to the raging crowd!
Forbear, rash Mufe, the parting fcere to draw,
With filence charm'd as deep as their's that faw!
Not only our attending nobles weep,
But hardy failors fwell with tears the deep
The tide reftrain'd her courfe, and more amas'd,
The twin-ftars on the royal brothers gaz'd:
While this fole fear--
Does trouble to our fuffering hero bring,
Left next the popular rage opprefs the king!
Thus parting, each for th' other's danger griev'd,
The fore the king, and feas the prince receiv'd.
Go, injur'd hero, while propitious gales,
Soft as thy confort's breath, infpire thy fails;
Well may the trust her beauties on a flood,
Where thy triumphant fcets fo oft have rode!
Safe on thy breaft reclin'd her reft be deep,
Rock'd like a Nereid by the waves afleep;
While happiest dreams her fancy entertain,
And to Elyfan fields convert the main !
Go, injur'd hero, while the shores of Tyre
At thy approach fo filent shall admire,
Who on thy thunder ftill their thoughts employ,
And greet thy landing with a trembling joy.
On heroes thus the prophet's fate is thrown,
Admir'd by every nation but their own;
Yet while our factious jews his worth deny,
Their aking confcience gives their tongue the lie.
Ev'n in the worst of men the robl.ft parts
Confefs him, and he triumphs in their hearts,
Whom to his king the best respects commend
Of fubject, foldier, kinfman, prince, and friend;
All facred names of most divine esteem,
And to perfection all fuftain'd by him,
Wife, juft, and conftant, courtly without art,
Swift to difcern and to reward defert;
No hour of his in fruitiefs ease destroy'd,
But on the nobleft fubjects ftill employ'd:
Whofe fteady foul ne'er learnt to separate
Between his monarch's interest and the ftate,
But heaps thofe bleffings on the royal head,
Which he well knows must be on subjects shed.
On what pretence could then the vulgar rage
Against his worth and native rights engage?
Religious fears their argument are made,
Religious fears his facred rights invade!
Of future fuperftition they complain,
And Jebusitic worship in his regn:
Yet our fierce fanhedrim in restless rage,
Against our absent hero ftill engage,
And chiefly urge, fuch did their frenzy prove,
The only fuit their prince forbids to move,
Which till obtain'd they ceafe affairs of state,
And real dangers wave for groundless hate.
Long David's patience waits relief to bring,
With all th' indulgence of a lawful king,
Expecting till the troubled waves would cease,
But found the raging billows ftill increase.
The crowd, whofe infolence forbearance swells,
While he forgives too far, almoft rebels.
At laft his deep refentments filence broke,
Th'imperial palace shook, while thus he spoke.
Then Juftice wake, and Rigor take her time
For lo! our mercy is become our crime.
While halting Punishment her stroke delays,
Our fovereign right, heaven's facred truft, decays!
For whofe fupport ev'n fubjects intereft calls,
Woe to that kingdom where the monarch talls!
That prince who yields the leaft of regal sway,
So far his people's freedom does betray.
Right lives by law, and law fubfifts by power;
Difarm the shepherd, wolves the flock devour.
Hard lot of empire o`er a stubborn race,
Which heaven itself in vain has try'd with grace!
When will our reafon's long-charm'd eyes unclofe
And Ifrael judge between her friends and foes?
When fhall we fee expir'd deceivers fway,
And credit what our God and monarchs fay?
Diffembled patriots, brib'd with Egypt's gold,
Ev'n fanhedrims in blind obedience hold;
Thofe patriots falfhood in their actions fee,
And judge by the pernicious fruit the tree;
If aught for which fo loudly they declaim,
Religion, laws, and freedom were their aim ;
Our fenates in due methods they had led,
T'avoid thofe mifchiefs which they feem to dread;
But firft ere yet they propt the finking state,
Timpeach and charge, as urg'd by private hate;
Proves that they ne'er believ'd the fears they preft,
But barbarously deftroy'd the nation's reit!
O! whither will ungovern'd fenates drive,
And to what bounds licentious votes arrive?
When their injuftice we are prefs'd to share,
The monarch urg'd t' exclude the lawful heir ;
Are princes thus distinguish'd from the crowd,
And this the privilege of royal blood?
But grant we should confirm the wrongs they prefs,
His fufferings yet were than the people's lefs;
Condemn'd for life the murdering fward to wield,
And on their heirs entail a bloody field:
Thus madly their own freedom they betray,
And for th' oppreffion which they fear make way;
Succeffion fix'd by heaven, the kingdom's bar,
Which once diffolv'd, admits the flood of war;
Wafte, rapine, fpoil, without, th' affault begin,
And our mad tribes fupplant the fence within.
Since then their good they will not understand,
'Tis time to take the monarch's power in hand;
Authority and force to join with skill,
And fave the lunatics against their will.
The fame rough means that fwage the crowd,
peafe
Our fenates raging with the crowd's disease.
Henceforth unbiafs'd measures let them draw
From no falfe glofs, but genuine text of law;
Nor urge thofe crimes upon religion's fcore
Themfelves fo much in jebufites abhor.
Whom laws convict, and only they, shall bleed
Nor phari'ees by pharifees be freed.
Impartial justice from our throne shall shower,
All thall have right, and we our fovereign power.
He said, th' attendants heard with awful joy,
And glad prefages their fix'd thoughts employ;
From Hebron now the fuffering heir return'd,
A realm that long with civil difcord mourn'd;
Till his approach, like fome arriving God,
Compos'd and heal'd the place of his abode;
The deluge check'd that to Judeah spread,
And stopp'd fo'ition at the fountain's head.
Thus in foreiving David's paths he drives,
And, chas'd from Ifrael, Ifrael's peace contrives.
The field confefs'd his power in arms before,
And feas proclaim'd his triumphs to the shore ;
As nobly has his fway in Hebron shown,
How fit t' inherit godlike David's throne.
Through Sion's streets his glad arrival's spread,
And confcious faction fhrinks her fnaky head;
His train their fufferings think o'erpaid, to see
The crowd's applaufe with virtue once agree.
Succefs charms all, but zeal for worth distrest
A virtue proper to the brave and best;
Mongft whom was Jothran, Jothran always bent
To ferve the crown, and loyal by descent,
Whose conftancy fo firm, and condu&t just,
Deferv'd at once two royal masters trust;
Who Tyre's proud arms had manfully withstood
On feas, and gather'd laurels from the flood;
Of learning yet, no portion was deny'd,
Friend to the Mufes and the Mufes' pride.
Nor can Benaiah's worth forgotten lie,
|Of fteady foul when public ftorms were high;
Whofe conduct, while the Moor fierce onfets made,
Secur'd at once our honour and our trade.
Such were the chiefs who moft his fufferings
mourn'd,
And view'd with filent joys the prince return'd;
While thefe that fought his abfence to betray,
Prefs firft their naufeous falfe refpects to pay ;
Him ftill th' officious hypocrites moleft,
And with malicious duty break his reft.
While real tranfports thus his friends employ,
And foes are loud in their dissembled joy,
His triumphs fo refounded far and near,
Mifs'd not his young ambitious rival's ear;
And as when joyful hunters clamorous train
Some flumbering lion wakes in Moab's plain,
Who oft had forc'd the bold affailants yield,
And fcatter'd his purfuers through the field,
Difdaining, furls his mane and tears the ground,
His eyes enflaming all the defart round,
With roar of feas directs his chafers way,
Provokes from far and dares them to the fray;
Such rage ftorm'd now in Abfalom's fierce breast,
Such indignation his fir'd eyes confest;
Where now was the instructor of his pride?
Slept the old pilot in fo rough a tide?
Whofe wiles had from the happy shore betray'd,
ap-And thus on shelves the credulous youth convey'd ;
In deep revolving thoughts he weighs his state,
Secure of craft, nor doubts to baffle fate,
At least, if his ftorm'd bark must go adrift,
To baulk his charge, and for himself to shift,
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