As at full Length the pamper'd Monarch lay
Batt'ning in Ease, and slumb'ring Life away:
A spiteful Noise bis downy Chains unties,
Hastes forward, and encreases as it flies.
First, some to cleave the stubborn *Flint engage,
"Till urg'd by Blows, it sparkles into Rage,
Some temper Lute, some spacious Vessels move;
These Furnaces erect, and Those approve.
Here Phyals in nice Discipline are set,
There Gally-pots are rang'd in Alphabet.
In this place, Magazines of Pills you spy;
In that, like Forage, Herbs in Bundles lye.
While lifted Pestles brandish'd in the Air
Descend in Peals, and Civil Wars declare.

Loud Stroaks, with pounding Spice, the Fabrick rend, 105
And Aromatick Clouds in Spires ascend.

So when the Cyclops o'er their Anvils sweat,
And swelling Sinews ecchoing Blows repeat;
From the Volcano's gross Eruptions rise,
And curling Sheets of Smoke obscure the Skies.

The slumb'ring God amaz'd at this new Din,
Thrice strove to rise, and thrice sunk down agen.
Listless he stretch'd, and gaping rubb'd his Eyes,
Then falter'd thus betwixt half Words and Sighs.
How impotent a Deity am I!

*The Building of the Dispensary.

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91 lay, 1-4 92 away 93 spightful 1-4 95 Neuer Abschnitt 2-4. 11. Wi V1 || In 3—4 am rechten Rande in Kursivdruck die Bemerkung: The building of the Dispensary. Anmerkung unter

dem Text in off. wi 96 Rage. 2-4 102 Forrage, lie; Wi 103 Pestles, 1-4 || Air, 14 106 aromatick 1. 6 107 Kein neuer Abschnitt1 || Cyclops, 2-4 108 swelling] their swol'n [swoln✦ 6] 1–4·6 | repart, 1 109 Vulcano's 1—4. 6 110 And curling] And, with curl'd 1 111 Kein neuer Abschnitt 1-4 112 again W1 half erect, he rubb'd his opening [op'ning 2-4] Eyes, And faulter'd 1-4

Garth-Leicht, Dispensary.

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With Godhead born, but curs'd, that cannot die!
Thro' my Indulgence, Mortals hourly share
A grateful Negligence, and Ease from Care.

Lull'd in my Arms, how long have I with-held
The Northern Monarchs from the dusty Field.
How have I kept the British Fleet at Ease,
From tempting the rough Dangers of the Seas.
Hibernia owns the Mildness of my Reign,
And my Divinity's ador'd in Spain.

I Swains to Sylvan Solitudes convey,

Where stretch'd on Mossy Beds, they waste away,
In gentle Joys the Night, in Vows the Day.
What Marks of wond'rous Clemency I've shown,
Some Rev'rend Worthies of the Gown can own.
Triumphant Plenty, with a chearful Grace,
Basks in their Eyes, and sparkles in their Face.
How sleek their Looks, how goodly is their Mien,
When big they strut behind a double Chin.
Each Faculty in Blandishments they lull,

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Deep sunk in Down, they, by my gentle Care,
Avoid th'Inclemencies of Morning Air,

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And leave to tatter'd *Crape the Drudgery of Pray'r.

*See Boil. Lut.

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neuer Abschnitt 1. W with-held, 1 120 field? W1 121 ease, 1-4
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hourly own. 1 Worthies 1-4 136 Trance 1

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Urim was civil, and not void of Sense,
Had Humour, and a courteous Confidence.
So spruce he moves, so gracefully he cocks;
The hallow'd Rose declares him Orthodox.
He pass'd his easie Hours, instead of Pray'r,
In Madrigals, and Phillising the Fair.
Constant at Feasts, and each Decorum knew;
And soon as the Dessert appear'd, withdrew.
Always obliging and without Offence,
And fancy'd for his gay Impertinence.
But see how ill mistaken Parts succeed;

He threw off my Dominion, and would read;
Engag'd in Controversie, wrangled well,
In Convocation-Language cou'd excel.

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In Volumes prov'd the Church without Defence,
By nothing guarded but by Providence:
How Grace and Moderation disagree;

And Violence advances Charity.

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Thus writ 'till none would read, becoming soon

A wretched Scribler, of a rare Buffoon.

Mankind my fond propitious Pow'r has try'd,

Too oft to own, too much to be deny'd.
And all I ask are Shades and silent Bow'rs,
To pass in soft Forgetfulness my Hours.

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Oft have my Fears some distant Villa chose,
O'er their Quietus where fat Judges dose,
And lull their Cough and Conscience to repose:
Or if some Cloyster's Refuge I implore,
Where holy Drones o'er dying Tapers snore:

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151 wrangle" 158 By nothing guarded but by] And guarded but by helpless 6. 164 deni'd. 2-4 165 And [And, 2—4.6] in return [return, -4. ] I ask but some Recess, [Recess ] 14.6 | 166 T'enjoy th'entrancing Extasies of Peace. 1-4 To relish the lov'd Extasies of Peace." 167-171 fehlen in 1—4. 6 169 Consciente Druckfehler

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The Peals of Nassau's Arms these Eyes unclose,
Mine he molests, to give the World Repose.
That Ease I offer with Contempt He flies,
His Couch a Trench, his Canopy the Skies.
Nor Climes nor Seasons his Resolves controul,
Th' Equator has no Heat, no Ice the Pole.
With Arms resistless o'er the Globe he flies,
And leaves to Jove the Empire o' the Skies.
But as the slothful God to yawn begun,

He shook off the dull Mist, and thus went on.
"Twas in this rev'rend Dome I sought Repose,

*See Boil. Lut.

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But that, the great Nassau's Heroick Arms Has long prevented with his loud Alarms. Still my Indulgence with contempt he flies, 176 Nor Climes nor ] Nor Skies nor 1-2 Nor Skies, nor threatning 178 From Clime to Clime his wondrous Triumphs move, || o're 1 179 And Jove grows jealeous of his Realms above. 1-8 Hinter 181 folgen in 1-4 folgende Verse, die in W1 unter dem Text in Kursivdruck als Zusatz zu V. 176 beigefügt sind:

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Sometimes among the Caspian Cliffs I creep,

Where solitary Bats, and Swallows sleep.
Or if some Cloyster's Refuge I implore,
Where holy Drones o'er dying Tapers snore;

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Still Nassau's Arms a soft Repose deny,

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Keep me awake, and follow where I fly.

Now since he has vouchsaf'd the World a Peace, 1-2

[Since he has bless'd the weary World with Peace, wi
Since on the World his blessings he bestows, *]

And with a Nod has bid Bellona cease: [settl'd a Repose*] 10

I sought the Covert of some peaceful Cell,

Where silent Shades in harmless Raptures dwell;

That Rest might past Tranquility restore,

And Mortal never interrupt me more.

182 'Twas here, alas! I thought I might Repose, 1-4

These Walls were that Asylum I had chose.
Here have I rul'd long undisturb'd with Broils
And laugh'd at Heroes, and their glorious Toils,
My Annals are in mouldy Mildews wrought,
With easie Insignificance of Thought.

But now some busie, enterprizing Brain
Invents new Fancies to renew my Pain,
And labours to dissolve my easie Reign.

With that, the God his darling Phantom calls,
And from his falt'ring Lips this Message falls:

Since Mortals will dispute my Pow'r, I'll try
Who has the greatest Empire, they or L
Find Envy out, some Prince's Court attend,
Most likely there you 'll meet the famish'd Fiend.
Or where dull Criticks Author's Fate foretel;
Or where stale Maids. or meager Eunuchs dwell.
Tell the bleak Fury what new Projects reign,
Among the Homicides of Warwick-Lane.
And what th' Event, unless she strait enclines
To blast their Hopes, and baffle their Designs.

More he had spoke, but sudden Vapours rise,
And with their silken Cords tie down his Eyes.

Die VV. 184-187 lauteten in 1-4:

Nought underneath this Roof, but Damps are found, Nought heard, but drowzy Beetles buzzing round. Spread Cobwebs hide the Walls, and Dust the Floors, And midnight Silence guards the noiseless Doors. 187 easie Insignificance ] strong unlabour'd Impotence 188 busie Wretch's feavourish Brain, I find some enterprizing Brain 2-4 192 fault'ring 1-4 || falls. 1-4 falls; 195 Envy 1-4. 6 you'l 1-4

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Die VV. 197-198 lauteten in 1-4:
Or in Cabals, or Camps, or at the Bar,
Or where ill Poets Pennyless confer, [confer. 2-4]
Or in the Senate-house at Westminster.

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