224 SAMUEL JOHNSON

Impeachment stops the speaker's powerful

breath, And restless fire precipitates on death.

But, scarce observed, the knowing and the

bold

Fall in the general massacre of gold ; Wide wasting pest ! that rages unconfined, And crowds with crimes the records of man- kind:

For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws, For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws ; Wealth heap'd on wealth nor truth nor safety

buys, The dangers gather as the treasures rise.

Let history tell, where rival kings command, And dubious title shakes the madded land, When statutes glean the refuse of the sword, How much more safe the vassal than the lord ; Low sculks the hind beneath the rage of power, And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tower, Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers sound, Though Confiscation's vultures hover round.

The needy traveller, serene and gay, Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil away. Does envy seize thee ? crush th' upbraiding joy ; Increase his riches, and his peace destroy ! Now fears in dire vicissitude invade, The rustling brake alarms, and quivering shade ;

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