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Rh Ambitious, catches at his towering name; He sees, and pitying sees, vain wealth bestow Those pageant honours which he scorn'd below, While crowds aloft the laureat bust behold, Or trace his form on circulating gold. Unknown, unheeded, long his offspring lay, And want hung threatening o'er her slow decay. What though she shine with no Miltonian fire, No favouring Muse her morning dreams inspire; Yet softer claims the melting heart engage, Her youth laborious, and her blameless age; Hers the mild merits of domestic life, The patient sufferer, and the faithful wife. Thus graced with humble virtue's native charms, Her grandsire leaves her in Britannia's arms; Secure with peace, with competence, to dwell, While tutelary nations guard her cell. Yours is the charge, ye fair, ye wise, ye brave! 'Tis yours to crown desert, beyond the grave.