HENCEFORTH no vulgar tongue prophanely dare
The Bench to dictate or countroul the Bar !
On adamantine base the Judge shall stand,
And deal out justice with a fearless hand ;
405 Each villain's heart the dread Tribunals awe,
And nature's sanctions for the sageful law,
The Sov'reign's fiat guide the polic'd poise,
As life grows social and new int'rests rise,
Thro' the mixt mazes of contingent cause
415 Dart the keen glance and spirit all the laws,
The state's great GENIUS, whose magnific soul
Conducts, protects, and constitutes the whole.

Hail, times illustrious ! blissful Æra hail !
When patriot Princes hold the publick scale,
415 With eye judicious range the walks of state,
From the coarse peasant to the purpled great.

Shall base-born faction nurtur'd up in crimes,
Malign the laws, or fault the Halcyon times,
Against the Throne uprear the factious brand,
420 And bid the vulgar madd'n round the land,
With black illusion pest the publick ear,
And spread his spells infectious Dæmon here.
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