Rev. William Rider

R. L., "To Mr. Rider, on his new History of England, now publishing in monthly Volumes, Price One Shilling and Sixpence each Volume" Royal Magazine 7 (September 1762) 152.

O thou whom Flatt'ry knows not how to charm,
To whom the voice of truth is ever dear,
Attend the lays which breathe with friendship warm,
Bold without fault, and without rage severe.

Can George, unmov'd, peruse thy nervous lore,
Whilst on his mind thou turn'st the glare of truth,
Teach him to be what kings have been of yore,
Bulwarks of freedom 'midst the fire of youth.

E'er may that hint be present to his mind,
"That time will bring each regal fault to light."
May all his thoughts with judgment be refin'd,
Great without vice, and without darkness bright.

Proceed, beyond the force of danger brave,
Let justice still each nervous page inspire;
A Briton scorns the honours of a slave,
And breathes, in chains, the patriot's noble fire.

Proceed, undaunted, to the noble store
Which Bodley's mansion reaches to thine eyes,
Cottonian treasure may'st thou still explore,
And on unborrow'd pinions soaring rise.

Nor let thy fav'rite Oxford only claim,
The care which to her sister Cam is due,
Her stores shall serve to decorate thy fame,
And raise thee glorious to the public view.

Harley invites, nor doth invite in vain,
Methinks I see thee midst his treasure shine,
And while his labours shall thy praises gain,
Thine are the praises, and the glories thine.

Wak'd from the slumbers of a thousand years,
The Druid shines in native worth confest,
In conscious fame his hoary visage rears,
And reads his learning in thy learned breast.

Whilst the inglorious herd shall snatch at fame,
And copying others groundless censures spread,
Candour and justice shall thy worth proclaim,
Truth warm thy breast, and laurels shade thine head.
Trinity College, Oxon,
August 17, 1762.