DIALOGUE. II.
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Ev'n in a Bishop I can spy Desert;
Secker is decent, Rundel has a Heart,
Manners with Candour are to Benson giv'n,
To Berkley, ev'ry Virtue under Heav'n.
But does the Court a worthy Man remove?
That instant, I declare, he has my Love:
I shun his Zenith, court his mild Decline:
Thus Sommers once, and Halifax were mine.
Oft in the clear, still Mirrour of Retreat,
I study'd Shrewsbury, the wise and great:
Carleton's calm Sense, and Stanhope's noble Flame,
Compar'd, and knew their gen'rous End the same:
How pleasing Atterbury's softer hour!
How shin'd the Soul, unconquer'd in the Tow'r!
How can I Pult'ney, Chesterfield forget,
While Roman Spirit charms, and Attic Wit:
Argyle, the States whole Thunder born to wield,
And shake alike the Senate and the Field:
Or Wyndham, arm'd for Freedom and the Throne,
The Master of our Passions and his own.
Secker is decent, Rundel has a Heart,
Manners with Candour are to Benson giv'n,
To Berkley, ev'ry Virtue under Heav'n.
But does the Court a worthy Man remove?
That instant, I declare, he has my Love:
I shun his Zenith, court his mild Decline:
Thus Sommers once, and Halifax were mine.
Oft in the clear, still Mirrour of Retreat,
I study'd Shrewsbury, the wise and great:
Carleton's calm Sense, and Stanhope's noble Flame,
Compar'd, and knew their gen'rous End the same:
How pleasing Atterbury's softer hour!
How shin'd the Soul, unconquer'd in the Tow'r!
How can I Pult'ney, Chesterfield forget,
While Roman Spirit charms, and Attic Wit:
Argyle, the States whole Thunder born to wield,
And shake alike the Senate and the Field:
Or Wyndham, arm'd for Freedom and the Throne,
The Master of our Passions and his own.
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