That may confirm him in the people’s trust. 
  But failing thus to ensnare him, nor secure
  How long his foil’d ambition may endure,
  Plots next to lay him by as past his date,
  And try some new pretender’s luckier fate;
  Whose hopes with equal toil he would pursue,
  Nor care what claimer’s crown’d, except the true. 870
  Wake, Absalom! approaching ruin shun,
  And see, O see, for whom thou art undone! 
  How are thy honours and thy fame betray’d,
  The property of desperate villains made! 
  Lost power and conscious fears their crimes create,
  And guilt in them was little less than fate;
  But why shouldst thou, from every grievance free,
  Forsake thy vineyards for their stormy sea? 
  For thee did Canaan’s milk and honey flow,
  Love dress’d thy bowers, and laurels sought thy brow; 880
  Preferment, wealth, and power thy vassals were,
  And of a monarch all things but the care. 
  Oh! should our crimes again that curse draw down,
  And rebel-arms once more attempt the crown,
  Sure ruin waits unhappy Absalom,
  Alike by conquest or defeat undone. 
  Who could relentless see such youth and charms
  Expire with wretched fate in impious arms? 
  A prince so form’d, with earth’s and Heaven’s applause,
  To triumph o’er crown’d heads in David’s cause:  890
  Or grant him victor, still his hopes must fail,
  Who, conquering, would not for himself prevail;
  The faction whom he trusts for future sway,
  Him and the public would alike betray;
  Amongst themselves divide the captive state,
  And found their hydra-empire in his fate! 
  Thus having beat the clouds with painful flight,
  The pitied youth, with sceptres in his sight
  (So have their cruel politics decreed),
  Must by that crew, that made him guilty, bleed! 900
  For, could their pride brook any prince’s sway,
  Whom but mild David would they choose to obey? 
  Who once at such a gentle reign repine,
  The fall of monarchy itself design: 
  From hate to that their reformations spring,
  And David not their grievance, but the king. 
  Seized now with panic fear the faction lies,
  Lest this clear truth strike Absalom’s charm’d eyes,
  Lest he perceive, from long enchantment free,
  What all beside the flatter’d youth must see:  910
  But whate’er doubts his troubled bosom swell,
  Fair carriage still became Achitophel,
  Who now an envious festival installs,
  And to survey their strength the faction calls,—­
  Which fraud, religious worship too must gild. 
  But oh! how weakly does sedition build! 
  For lo! the royal mandate issues forth,
  Dashing at once their treason, zeal, and mirth! 
  So have I seen disastrous chance invade,
  Where careful emmets had their forage laid, 920