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If ftrong defires thy reafoning powers controul;
If pride, if envy, if the luft of gain,
A QUESTION TO MISERS.
"RICHES PROFIT NOT IN THE DAY OF WRATH."
AY whose heads decline with weight of years,
Will death, proud death, who's ambush'd in our frame,
THOUGHTS ON CONTENTMENT.
RIGHT fource of blifs! whofe chearing rays inMy tender mufe, and tune the trembling lyre, Accept, benign, this tributary lay, The fole return the grateful mufe can pay ! With thee, the boor who treads th' eternal fnows And dreary wilds of northern Lapland, glows With rapt'rous joys; altho' the fun denies His genial influence, and forfakes the skies, Thy presence can his frozen bofom chear, And make the gloom a pleasing aspect wear: Whilst tastelefs grandeur, and unbounded power, Are void of charms to footh the penfive hour; Though fortune smiles, and fav'rite fons complain, And pleasure tries her varied arts in vain, To chafe intruding cares, if thou deny Thine heavenly aid, not Inda's ftores fupply Our fanfy'd wants; we're poor 'midft heaps of wealth, We starve in plenty, and repine in health.
Tho' fhunning oft the pageantry of state, Thou feek'ft with POVERTY, a calm retreat; And oft beneath the hermit's mofs-grown cell, Far from the busy world delight'st to dwell; Thou canft the rugged path of greatnefs fmooth, Soften diftrefs, or real anguifh foothe. With thee true blifs in every sphere we find, Alike are bleft the HERO or the HIND;
Like joys attend the helm of state or plough,
As through this life's uncertain course I fteer,
ON JOHN THE BAPTIST,
WHO WAS BEHEADED BY HEROD ANTIPAS.
UCH his reward! whose zeal had borne its teft Against the monarch on his harlot's breaft. Firm to his coft, he warn'd th' inceftuous prince, Nor left his crimes a refuge or pretence. Anointed herald of his LORD he came; His GOD Elijah's, and his work the fame. The firft tranflated, and the last remov'd By death to banquet with the GOD they lov❜d! O
ON A WATCH.
LL men, like WATCHES, various periods share, From thirty hours unto threescore year: And which more true or good, 'tis hard to say, An horologe of GOLD, or one of CLAY. Falfe and imperfect both alike we find, In THAT the spring's in fault, in THIS the mind: In their mechanic powers both agree, Reason's a balance, wisdom a fusee :
But if in either the main spring should fail
This human trinket then may go as true,
And with this difference, revive again:
TO THEOPHILUS AND UPHALAI.
ON THE DAY OF MARRIAGE.
"AIL! happy pair! 'tis friendship tunes the lay, That joys to fee this kind aufpicious day; This happy morn which crowns that mutual love, Unerring wisdom first ordain'd above.
Say, what inducement taught the breast to move,
'Twas winning piety, and sense conjoin'd,
No bribing wealth, nor bafe defigning art,
May CANA'S LORD attend your steps below,