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Condemn'd a people, as for vices known, 345
Which from their country banish'd seek our own.
At length, howe'er, the slavish chain is broke,
And Sense, awaken'd, scorns her ancient yoke:
Taught by thee, Moody, we now learn to raise
Mirth from their foibles; from their virtues, praise. 350

From C–v–nt-G–rd–n crowds promiscuous go,
Whom the Muse knows not, nor desires to know.
Vet'rans they seem'd, but knew of arms no more
Than if, till that time, arms they never bore.
Like Westminster militia, train'd to fight, 355
They scarcely knew the left hand from the right.
Asham'd among such troops to shew the head,
Their chiefs were scatter'd, and their heroes fled.

S—rks at his glass sat comfortably down
To sep'rate frown from smile, and smile from frown. 360
Sm—h the genteel, the airy, and the smart,
Sm—h was just gone to school to say his part.
R–ss (a misfortune which we often meet)
Was fast asleep at dear Statira's feet;
Statira, with her heroe to agree, 365
Stood on her feet as fast asleep as he.
M—kl–n, who largely deals in half-form'd sounds,
Who wantonly transgresses Nature's bounds,

Eager