What wonder is't that black detraction thrives; The homicide of names is less than lives;

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And yet the perjur'd murderer survives.
This said, the paus'd a little, and suppress'd
The boiling indignation of her breaft.
She knew the virtue of her blade, nor would

Pollute her fatire with ignoble blood :
Her panting foe she saw before her eye,
And back the drew the shining weapon dry.
So when the generous Lion has in fight
His equal match, he rouzes for the fight;
But when his foe lies prostrate on the plain,
He sheaths his paws, uncurls his angry mane,
And, pleas'd with bloodless honors of the day,
Walks over and disdains th' inglorious prey.
So James, if great with less we may compare,
Arrests his rolling thunder-bolts in air;
And grants ungrateful friends a lengthen'd space,
T' implore the remnants of long-fuffering grace.

This breathing-time the matron took; and then
Refum'd the thread of her discourse again.
Be vengeance wholly left to powers divine,
And let heaven judge betwixt your fons and mine:
If joys hereafter must be purchas'd here
With lofs of all that mortals hold so dear,

Then welcome infamy and public shame,
And, last, a long farewel to worldly fame.
'Tis faid with ease, but, oh, how hardly try'd
By haughty souls to human honor ty'd !
O sharp convulfive pangs of agonizing pride !
Down then thou rebel, never more to rife,
And what thou didst and dost so dearly prize,
That fame, that darling fame, make that thy

facrifice.

'Tis nothing thou hast given, then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years: 'Tis nothing yet, yet all thou hast to give : Then add those may-be years thou hast to live: Yet nothing still; then poor, and naked come: Thy father will receive his unthrift home,

And thy blest Saviour's blood discharge the

mighty sum.

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Thus (the pursu'd) I difcipline a fon, Whose uncheck'd fury to revenge would run : He champs the bit, impatient of his lofs, And starts afide, and flounders at the cross. Instruct him better, gracious God, to know, As thine is vengeance, so forgiveness too : That, suffering from ill tongues, he bears no more Than what his sov'reign bears, and what his SaIt now remains for you to school your child, And ask why God's anointed he revil'd; A king and princess dead! did Shimei worse ? The curser's punishment should fright the curse : Your fon was warn'd, and wisely gave it o'er, But he who counsell'd him has paid the score: The heavy malice could no higher tend, But woe to him on whom the weights descend. So to permitted ills the dæmon flies ; His rage is aim'd at him who rules the skies : Constrain'd to quit his cause, no fuccor found, The foe difcharges every tire around, In clouds of smoke abandoning the fight; But his own thundering peals proclaim his flight. In Henry's change his charge as ill fucceeds; To that long story little answer needs : Confront but Henry's words with Henry's deeds. Were space allow'd, with ease it might be prov'd, What springs his blessed reformation mov'd. The dire effects appear'd in open fight,

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Which from the cause he calls a distant flight,
And yet no larger leap than from the fun to light.
Now last your fons a double pean found,
A treatise of humility is found.
"Tis found, but better it had ne'er been fought,
Than thus in protestant proceffion brought.

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The fam'd original thro Spain is known,

Rodriguez' work, my celebrated fon,

Which yours, by ill-tranflating, made his own;
Conceal'd its author, and usurp'd the name,
The basest and ignobleft theft of fame.

My altars kindled first that living coal ;
Restore or practise better what you stole:
That virtue could this humble verse inspire,
'Tis all the restitution I require.

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Glad was the Panther that the charge was clos'd. And none of all her fav'rite fons expos'd. For laws of arms permit each injur'd man, To make himself a faver where he can. Perhaps the plunder'd merchant cannot tell The names of pirates in whose hands he fell; But at the den of thieves he justly flies, And every Algerine is lawful prize. No private person in the foe's estate Can plead exemption from the public fate. Yet christian laws allow not such redress; Then let the greater supersede the less. But let the abetters of the Panther's crime Learn to make fairer wars another time. Some characters may sure be found to write Among her fons; for 'tis no common fight, A spotted dam, and all her offspring white.

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The savage, tho she saw her plea controul'd, Yet would not wholly seem to quit her hold, But offer'd fairly to compound the strife, And judge converfion by the convert's life. 'Tis true, she said, I think it somewhat strange, So few should follow profitable change : For present joys are more to flesh and blood, Than a dull prospect of a distant good. 'Twas well alluded by a son of mine, (I hope to quote him is not to purloin) Two magnets, heaven and earth, allure to bliss; The larger loadstone that, the nearer this : The weak attraction of the greater fails ; We nod a while, but neighbourhood prevails : But when the greater proves the nearer too, I wonder more your converts come so flow. Methinks in those who firm with me remain, It shows a nobler principle than gain.

Your inference would be strong (the Hind reply'd)

If yours were in effect the suffering side :
Your clergy's fons their own in peace possess,

Nor are their prospects in reversion less.

My profelytes are struck with awful dread;

Your bloody comet-laws hang blazing o'er their

head;

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