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By riot and incontinence the worst.
She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two 725 That so much beauty would do well to purge; And show this Queen of Cities, that so fair May yet be foul, so witty, yet not wise. It is not seemly, nor of good report That she is slack in discipline,-more prompt
To avenge than to prevent the breach of law.
745 And customs of her own, till sabbath rites Have dwindled into unrespected forms, And knees and hassocks are well-nigh divorced. ", God made the country, and man made the town./ What wonder then 46, that health and virtue, gifts 750
43 One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe.
Young. Sutire vii.
Dispensary. Canto ii.
Stole by degrees upon his mind. Excursion, p. 63. 46 What wonder then, if fields and regions here Breathe forth elixir pure.
Par. Lost, ïïi. 606.
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught
therefore, who borne about In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue 47
755 But that of idleness, and taste no scenes But such as art contrives,-possess ye still Your element; there only ye can shine, There only minds like yours can do no harm. Our groves were planted to console at noon 760 The pensive wanderer in their shades. At eve The moon-beam sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish, Birds warbling all the music. We can spare The splendour of your lamps, they but eclipse 765 Our softer satellite. Your songs confound Our more harmonious notes. The thrush departs Scared, and the offended nightingale is mute. There is a public mischief in your mirth, It plagues your country. Folly such as yours 770 Graced with a sword, and worthier of a fan, Has made, which enemies could ne'er have done, Our arch of empire, steadfast but for you, A mutilated structure, soon to fall.
47 Pleasures fled to, to redress
The sad fatigue of idleness. Green. Spleen.
Dunciad, iv. 341.