Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

SATIRE the first,
(Calculated for New England.)
In imitation of Juvenal.

WHILE eastern monarchs sway their iron rod,
than God.
While northern nations crawl before their king.
Or bow to lords who rule in ev'ry thing:
Behold a country void of rule or law,
Rewards or punishments,--or fear or awe;
Nor yet restraints, nor Right, nor Justice seen,
Extremes on ev'ry side, without a mean.
Equality's the cry, and just the sound,
For equal all in poverty are found,
Equal in fraud, injustice, and deceit
Is church, is law, is physic and is state:
Wreck'd and convuls'd, behold on ev'ry side,
Effects of rising or of falling pride.
O liberty, if these be all thy charms,
Give us but smiling wars and sweet alarms!!
What odds tho' liberty be stol'n or giv'n,
If us'd to violate commands of heav'n?
Can laws make wrong a right, or justice wrong?
Can acts make public faith an idle song?
Or say, can mobs conven'd on Chester's plain,
Waift gold from Chili 'cross th' atlantic main&
Or can conventions met in mighty host,
Ensure a harvest or avert the frost?
Or say, can fifty men without a foot
Of land, of money none, and but one coat,
Redress the sad diseases of the nation,
And put a paper-bank in circulation?
Whence all this noise? the herds a mere ma-
chine.
Put into motion by some hand unseen,
wont British pimp from Britain's worthless train.
Or such as damn the world for private gain,
Such are the men, if such deserve the name.
Who set Columbia's sons in endless flame,
And hence those papers stain'd with foul deceit.
To some a glaring book, to some a bait?
Ere'll not these plaifters of some vile intent
To undermine the springs of government:
Which it may be call'd, where ev'ry man,
rives to depreciate it what he can,--
The other cities, as you plainly see,
Ignorance supreme and liberty--;
That liberty which howsoev'r design'd,
Has been the greatest evil of mankind:;
'Tis self-same liberty which gave such leave.
Beelzebub cou'd tempt good mother Eve.
Ignorance well us'd gives great content,
Liberty be good when rightly bent;
Liberty and ignorance combin'd:
Greater evils, than can be defin'd..
::read Boston fires beyond the clouds.
:rong the tracts in mighty crowds
cos, lab'rers, nerds, and divine
O heaven all is thine."

The lab'rer will have cash to lay his axe
The surgeon swears his stock is almost out,
And twenty merchants dying of the gout:
The bibber must have cash to buy him wine:
"And so must I or starve"--says the divine.
The merchants send our cash to foreign ports,
What remedy for this? Go mob the courts:
To this are all agreed, but courts, and they,
To save their heads, take heels and run away.
The politician puzzles out his brains.
To find new methods which will bring us gains;
Till seeing all his wit and patience lost,
Pledges his watch for dinner to his host.
Well, money must be had, say what you will,
Unlock the miser's coffers break his till;
But how? stay ev'ry thought of paper trash
And you'll be soon supplied with silver cash.
O gluttons keep your wants within their bounds
Retrenched of twenty-five just fifteen pounds:
Be once content, nor kill yourself for sport,
Like learned gluttons, at an unjust court.
What? shall Columbia's sons, a healthy race,
Despise the products of this northern space)
From India's spice, from luxury recoil,
Nor build a sickly London in a healthy soil.
Will you O most unjust for selfish ends
Wrong foreign allies or domestic friends,
Transmit your silver to a hostile coast,
As a reward for towns and cities lost?
Say, do not British gewgaws show us vain
Trifles adorning drabs of Drury Lane;
That costly pride which first in Britain springs,
Bedecking sons of whores, or whores of kings.
Let Sol's bright face withdraw his beating light
Let sickly fumes o'er spread the weary night
For why shou'd nature stretch a placid hand,
Or bless Columbia's sons, a restless band,
Who discontent with Charles's pleasing tide,
Wou'd substitute a Thames's preposterous pride;
Hug luxury with care, that servile curse,
Which damn'd old Rome and trembles over us.
Say, why was reason to us mortals giv'n,
Or judgment e'er infus'd by breath of heav'n?
Was that to surfeit us like beasts of prey,
And arts to make us ignorant as they?
Was one bestow'd stern broils to form,
The other to involve us in the storm
Let red ey'd villainy forever sleep
Nor from her cell hereafter dare to creep.
"If you'd be great, go dare some monstrous crime
For honesty must starve at such a time."