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DESPAIR.
The second Speech.
In vain you talk of Hope's endearing Wiles,Her ample Blessings, and her lasting Smiles;
That she to ev'ry Breast can Joy impart,
And sweetly solace the afflicted Heart:
All this I know th'Enchantress will pretend,
And flatters high and imitates the Friend;
But few that trust her find the Dame sincere,
Her Gifts are Shadows, and her promise Air:
That her Dominion's large must be confest,
Yet let her not lay Claim to ev'ry Breast;
For some there are who scorn her gentle Sway,
Court black Despair, and his stern Laws obey.
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A Tyrant he, but more rever'd by far;
Such true Obedience do his Slaves afford,
They'll pour their Blood to please their cruel Lord.
Reverse of Hope that softly-soothing Dame,
By diff'rent Methods he aspires to Fame;
He robs the Rich, and does the Poor oppress,
Sows Discontent, adds Terror to Distress;
Confirms the Wretched, makes all Comfort fade,
And throws Dishonour on th'ambitious Head:
Plunders the Miser of his ill-got Pelf,
Who oft, to save his Money, starves himself;
His gloomy Subjects no soft Pleasures know,
Strangers to Ease, and Devotees to Woe:
In painful Anguish tedious Days are past,
And Sighs and Tears, Night's ling'ring Moments waste.
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Does all the blissful Hours of Life destroy;
Blasts our best Wishes in their rising Bloom,
And shocks the tim'rous Mind with Ills to come.
To you, great Sirs, with low Respect I bend,
And ardent wish in each to find a Friend;
Long have I sigh'd your Favour to obtain,
But cold Despair assures me 'tis in vain.
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