Horace, Book III, Ode II; To The Earl Of Oxford, Late Lord Treasurer

SENT TO HIM WHEN IN THE TOWER, 1716     These spirited verses, although they have not the affecting pathos of those addressed by Pope to the same great person, during his misfortunes, evince the firmness of Swift's political principles and personal attachment. - Scott. See Moral Essays, Epistle V, Pope's "Works," edit. Elwin and Courthope, iii, 191.     How blest is he who for his country dies,     Since death pursues the coward as he flies!     The youth in vain would fly from Fate's attack;     With trembling knees, and Terror at his back;     Though Fear should lend him pinions like the wind,     Yet swifter Fate will seize him from behind.         Virtue repulsed, yet knows not to repine;     But shall with unattainted honour shine;     Nor stoops to take the staff, nor lays it down,     Just as the rabble please to smile or frown.         Virtue, to crown her favourites, loves to try     Some new unbeaten passage to the sky;     Where Jove a seat among the gods will give     To those who die, for meriting to live.         Next faithful Silence hath a sure reward;     Within our breast be every secret barr'd!     He who betrays his friend, shall never be     Under one roof, or in one ship, with me:     For who with traitors would his safety trust,     Lest with the wicked, Heaven involve the just?     And though the villainscape a while, he feels     Slow vengeance, like a bloodhound, at his heels.