Long did the enchanting power of dice
Decoy the fickle youth to vice.
Fortune, and freedom, friends, and fame,
Fell martyrs to the darling game;
Even life and health become a prey
To the capricious chance of play;
'Till penal laws the vice restrain'd,
And th' epidemic madness chain'd.

P EACE to that breast whose honest zeal,
Glow'd servent for the public weal:
Who with unbiass'd, generous mind,
The spreading malady confin'd.

T HIS little emblematic sphere,
Is a just symbol of your care.
Within this hollow globe immur'd,
The fatal Die here lies secur'd.
Th' ingenious hand does here impart
The wonders of mechanic art.
By mathematic skill profound,
The hydra view in durance bound.
Beneath this ball imprison'd deep,
Thus sulphurs in their strata sleep;
Smooth carpets on the surface grow,
While mortal vapors lurk below.

S IX little windows let in day,
Thro' which you see the monster play;
But harmless here he plays in vain,
And only struggles with his chain,
As felons lock'd in Newgate 's cell,
Peep thro' the lattice where they dwell.
So thro' its avenues of light,
The tyrant grins, but cannot bite,
Like Bajazet in iron cage,
In vain is all the captive's rage.
Venus , and Mars were thus beset,
And caught in Vulcan 's wond'rous net.
Thus fevers, famine, plague and pox,
Lay hid within Pandora 's box;
'Till Pyrrha 's sire the engine burst,
And all mankind with evils curst.

Long may the Die lie fetter'd here,
And never break the ivory sphere.
'Till the great globe with all its frame
Shall perish in the final flame.