ODE VI. THE STATESMAN. By the Same. Quem virum, aut heroa, lyra, vel acri Tibia sumes celebrare, Clio? Quem deum, &c. HOR. WHAT HAT statesman, what hero, what king, Go, my Muse, from this place to Japan, The great Earl of Bath is the man, Who deserves to employ your whole time. But, howe'er, as the subject is nice, And perhaps you're unfurnish'd with matter, May it please you to take my advice, That you may n't be suspected to flatter. When you touch on his Lordship's high birth, Proclaim him as rich as a Jew; Yet attempt not to reckon his bounties. You may say he is married; that's true: Yet speak not a word of his Countess. Leave a blank here and there in each page, Leave a blank for his honour and truth! Say, he made a great monarch change hands: He spake---and the minister fell. Say, he made a great statesman of Sandys; (Oh! that he had taught him to spell !) Then enlarge on his cunning and wit: Say, how the old patriots were bit, And a mouse was produc'd by a mountain. Then say, how he mark'd the new year, ÖDE VII. By the Same. Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus HOR. WHAT (good Lord Bath) prim patriot now And from St. Stephen's Chapel to How gay and debonnair you're grown! With sparkling wits to entertain But to direct the affairs of state, The task was something hard, 'tis true, O Britain! never any thing Could so exactly hit you: His mien and manners charm'd the king, His parts amaz'd the city. But to make all things of a piece, And end as you begun; To find a genius such as his, What was there to be done? O where---where were he to be found? But you with astronomic eyes, Not Tycho Brahe's more true, Sir John's clear head and sense profound To these congenial souls you join'd Such virtue and such wisdom shone All men at least this truth must own, What prayers and praise to you belong, Thou joy of ev'ry heart and tongue! O Walpole, Walpole, blush for shame! Had you sought out this patriot race, By only putting them in place, |