If, like them, rejecting ease,
Hills and health no longer please;
Quick descend! — Thou may'st resort
To the viceroy's splendid court.
There, indignant, shalt thou see
Cringing slaves, who might be free,
Brib'd, with titles, hope, or gain,
Tye their country's shameful chain;
Or, inspir'd by heav'n's good cause,
Waste the land with holy laws:
While the gleanings of their power,
Lawyers, lordlings, priests devour.
Now, methinks, I hear thee say,
"Drink alone thy mountain-whey!
"Wherefore tempt the Irish shoals?
"Sights like these are nearer Paul's.