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THE CHACE.
Book IV.
Until his Prince's Favour makes him great.
See there he comes, th' exalted Idol comes!
The Circle's form'd, and all his fawning Slaves
Devoutly bow to Earth; from ev'ry Mouth
The nauseous Flatt'ry flows, which he returns 490
With Promises, that die as soon as born.
Vile Intercourse! where Virtue has no Place.
Frown but the Monarch; all his Glories fade;
He mingles with the Throng, outcast, undone,
The Pageant of a Day; without one Friend 495
To sooth his tortur'd Mind; all, all are fled.
For tho' they bask'd in his meridian Ray,
The Insects vanish, as his Beams decline.
See there he comes, th' exalted Idol comes!
The Circle's form'd, and all his fawning Slaves
Devoutly bow to Earth; from ev'ry Mouth
The nauseous Flatt'ry flows, which he returns 490
With Promises, that die as soon as born.
Vile Intercourse! where Virtue has no Place.
Frown but the Monarch; all his Glories fade;
He mingles with the Throng, outcast, undone,
The Pageant of a Day; without one Friend 495
To sooth his tortur'd Mind; all, all are fled.
For tho' they bask'd in his meridian Ray,
The Insects vanish, as his Beams decline.
Not such our Friends; for here no dark Design,
No wicked Int'rest bribes the venal Heart; 500
But Inclination to our Bosom leads,
No wicked Int'rest bribes the venal Heart; 500
But Inclination to our Bosom leads,
And
