AIR. [9]No rogue that goes Is like that _Rose_, Or scatters such deceit: Come to my breast-- There ever rest Associate counterfeit!
LOUD SYMPHONY. But lo! what throngs of rival bards! More lofty themes! more bright rewards! See Sal'sbury, a new Apollo sit! Pattern and arbiter of wit! The laureate wreathe hangs graceful from his wand; Begin! he cries, and waves his whiter hand. 'Tis _George_'s natal day-- Parnassian Pegassus away-- Grant me the more glorious steed Of royal _Brunswick_ breed[10]---- I kneel, I kneel; And at his snowy heel, Pindarick homage vow;-- He neighs; he bounds; I mount, I fly-- The air-drawn crosier in my eye, The visionary mitre on my brow-- Spirit of hierarchy exalt thy rhyme, And dedicate to George the lie sublime.
AIR _for a Bishop._ [11]Hither, brethren, incense bring, To the mitre-giving king; Praise him for his first donations; } Praise him for his blest translations, } Benefices, dispensations. } By the powers of a crown; By the many made for one; By a monarch's awful distance, Rights divine, and non-resistance, Honour, triumph, glory give-- Praise him in his might! Praise him in his height! The mighty, mighty height of his prerogative!
RECITATIVE _by an Archbishop._ Orchestras, of thousands strong, With Zadoc's zeal each note prolong-- Prepare! Prepare! _Bates_ gives the animating nod-- Sudden they strike--unnumber'd strings Vibrate to the best of Kings-- Eunuchs, Stentors, double basses, Lab'ring lungs, inflated faces, Bellows working, Elbows jerking, Scraping, beating, Roaring, Sweating. Thro' the old Gothic roofs be the chorus rebounded, 'Till Echo is deafen'd, and thunder dumb-founded: And now another pause--and now another nod --All proclaim a present God! [12]_Bishops and Lords of the Bedchamber_, George submissive Britain sways; _Heavy_ Hanover obeys. Proud Ierne's volunteers, Abject Commons, prostrate Peers-- All proclaim a present God-- (On the necks of all he trod) A present God! A present God! _Hallelujah!_
[1] Hail to the LYAR!] It was suggested to me, that my friend the Doctor had here followed the example of Voltaire, in deviating from common orthography.--_Lyar_, instead of _Lyre_, he conceives to be a reading of peculiar elegance in the present instance, as it puts the reader in suspence between an inanimate and a living instrument. However, for my own part, I am rather of opinion, that this seeming mis-spelling arose from the Doctor's following the same well-known circumspection which he exercised in the case of Mr. Wedgewood, and declining to give his Ode _under his hand_; preferring to repeat it to Mr. Delpini's Amanuensis, who very probably may have committed that, and similar errors in orthography.