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 Aspiring, greedy, full of senseless prate, Devour the church, and chatter to the state? As you grew more degenerate and base, I sent you millions of the croaking race; Emblems of insects vile, who spread their spawn Through all thy land, in armour, fur, and lawn; A nauseous brood, that fills your senate walls, And in the chambers of your viceroy crawls! See, where that new devouring vermin runs, Sent in my anger from the land of Huns! With harpy-claws it undermines the ground, And sudden spreads a numerous offspring round. Th' amphibious tyrant, with his ravenous band, Drains all thy lakes of fish, of fruits thy land. Where is the holy well that bore my name? Fled to the fountain back, from whence it came! Fair Freedom's emblem once, which smoothly flows, And blessings equally on all bestows. Here, from the neighbouring nursery of arts , The students, drinking, rais'd their wit and parts; Here, for an age and more, improv'd their vein, Their Phœbus I, my spring their Hippocrene. Discourag'd youths! now all their hopes must fail, Condemned to country cottages and ale; To foreign prelates make a slavish court, And by their sweat procure a mean support; Or, for the classicks, read "Th' Attorney's Guide;" Collect excise, or wait upon the tide. O! had I been apostle to the Swiss, Or hardy Scot, or any land but this; Combin'd in arms, they had their foes defied, And kept their liberty, or bravely died.