"Till, fairly knock'd by admiration down, He studies only to be oddly new; Whate'er he does, whate'er he deigns to say, With rags of clouds from Heela's stormy crest. "Has truth no charms ?" When first beheld, I grant, But, wanting novelty, has every want;: For pleasure's thrill the sickly palate flies, The humble toad that leaps her nightly round, The harmless tenant of the garden ground, Is loath'd, abhorr'd, nay, all the reptile race seize ! Hence many an oaf, by Nature doom'd to shine The unknown father of an unknown line, If haply shipwreck'd on some desert shore Of Folly's seas, by man untrod before, Which, bleak and barren, to the starving mind Yields nought but fog, or damp, unwholesome wind, With loud applause the wond'ring world shall hail, And fame embalm him in the marv'lous tale. With chest erect, and bright uplifted eye, On tiptoe rais'd, like one prepar'd to fly, Yon wight behold, whose sole aspiring hope Eccentrick soars to catch the hangman's rope. In order rang'd, with date of place and time, Each owner's name, his parentage and crime, High on his walls, inseribed to glorious shame, Unnumber'd halters gibbet him to Fame. Who next appears thus stalking by his side? Why that is one who'd sooner die than-ride! No inch of ground can maps unheard of show Untrac'd by him, unknown to every toe: As if intent this punning age to suit, The globe's circumf'rence meas'ring by the foot. Nor less renown'd whom stars invet'rate doom To smiles eternal, or eternal gloom; For what's a character save one confin'd A sample comes. Observe his sombre face, Twin-born with Death, without his brother's grace! No joy in mirth his soul perverted knows, Whose only joy to tell of others' woes. A fractur'd limb, a conflagrating fire, A name or fortune lost his tongue inspire: High tow'ring next, as he'd eclipse the moon, With pride upblown, behold yon live balloon. I All trades above, all sciences and arts, To fame he climbs through very scorn of parts; And, great in nothing, soars above the great; But who is he, that sweet obliging youth ? And kindly whisper'd, thou wert born to please." |