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But at his heart the most undaunted son

Of fortune dreams its name and awful charms.
To noblest uses this determines wealth:
This is the solid pomp of prosperous days;
The peace and shelter of adversity.
And if you pant for glory, build your fame
On this foundation, which the secret shock
Defies of Envy and all-sapping Time.
The gaudy-gloss of Fortune only strikes.
The vulgar eye: The suffrage of the wise,
The praise that's worth ambition, is attain'd
By sense alone, and dignity of mind.

Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Is the best gift of Heaven: a happiness
That even above the smiles and frowns of fate
Exalts great Nature's favourites: a wealth
That ne'er encumbers, nor to baser hands
Can be transferr'd: it is the only good
Man justly boasts of, or can call his own.
Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd ;
Or dealt by chance to shield a lucky knave,
Or throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.
But for one end, one much neglected use,
Are riches worth your care (for Nature's wants
Are few, and without opulence supplied)
This noble end is, to produce the Soul:
To shew the virtues in their fairest light;

To make Humanity the Minister

Of bounteous Providence; and teach the breast

That generous luxury the Gods enjoy.

Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly Sage

Sometimes declaim'd. Of right and Wrong he taught Truth's as refin'd as ever Athens heard ;

And (strange to tell!) he practis'd what he preach'd.

ARMSTRONG.

CHAP. XIX.

AGAINST INDOLENCE.

AN EPISTLE.

IN frolic's hour, ere serious thought had birth,
There was a time, my dear Cornwallis, when
The Muse would take me on her airy wing
And waft to views romantic; there present
Some motley vision, shade and sun: the cliff
O'erhanging, sparkling brooks, and ruins grey :
Bade me meanders trace, and catch the form
Of various clouds, and rainbows learn to paint.

Sometimes Ambition, brushing by, would twitch
My mantle, and with winning look sublime,
Allure to follow. What tho' steep the track,
Her mountain's top would overpay, when climb'd,
The scaler's toil; her temple there was fine,
And lovely thence the prospects. She cou'd tell
Where laurels grew, whence many a wreath antique
But more advis'd to shun the barren twig,

(What is immortal verdure without fruit?)

And woo some thriving art: her numerous mines

Were open to the searcher's skill and pains.

Caught by the harangue, heart beat, and flutt'ring pulse,

Sounded irreg'lar marches to be gone

What, pause a moment when Ambition calls?

No the blood gallops to the distant goal,

And throbs to reach it. Let the lame sit still.
When Fortune gentle, at th' hill's verge extreme,
Array'd in decent garb, but somewhat thin,
Smiling approach'd; and what occasion, ask'd,
Of climbing: She, already provident,
Had cater'd well, if stomach cou'd digest
Her viands, and a palate not too nice :

Unfit, she said, for perilous attempt;
The manly limb requir'd, and sinew tough:
She took, and laid me in a vale remote,
Amid the gloomy scene of fir and yew,

On poppy beds, where Morpheus strew'd the ground:
Obscurity her curtain round me drew,
And Syren Sloth a dull quietus sung.

Sithence no fairy lights, no quiek'ning ray,
No stir of pulse, nor objects to entice
Abroad the spirits: but the cloyster'd heart
Sits squat at home, like pagod in a niche
Obscure, or grandees with nod watching eye,
And folded arms, in presence of the throne,
Turk, or Indostan.-Cities, forums. courts,
And prating sanhedrims, and drumming wars;
Affect no more than stories told to bed
Lethargic which at intervals the sick

Hears and forgets, and wakes to doze again.
Instead of converse and variety,

The same trite round, the same stale silent scene:
Such are thy comforts, blessed Solitude!--
But Innocence is there, but Peace all kind,
And simple Quiet with her downy couch,
Meads lowing, tune of birds, and lapse of streams,
And saunter with a book, and warbling Muse
In praise of hawthorns-Life's whole business this!
Is to bask i' th' sun? if so a snail

Were happy crawling on a southern wall.
Why sits content upon a cottage sill
At eventide, and blesseth the coarse meal
In sooty corner; why sweet slumber wait
Th' hard pallet? Not because from haunt remote
Sequester'd in a dingle's bushy lap :

'Tis labour makes the peasant's sav'ry fare,
And works out his repose; for Ease must ask
The leave of Diligence to be enjoy'd.

Oh! listen not to that enchantress Ease

With seeming smile; her palatable cup
By standing grows insipid; and beware
The bottom, for there's poison in the lees.
What health impair'd, and crowds inactive maim'd!
What daily martyrs to her sluggish cause!
Less strict devoir the Russ and Persian claim
Despotic; and as subjects long inur'd
To servile burthen grow supine and tame,
So fares it with our sov'reign and her train.
What tho' with fallacious she pretend
From worldly bondage to set free, what gain,
Her votaries? What avails from iron chains
Exempt, if rosy fetters bind as fast?

Bestir, and answer your creation's end.

Think we that man, with vig'rous pow'r endow'd
And room to stretch, was destin'd to sit still ?
Sluggards are Nature's rebels, slight her laws,
Nor live up to the terms on which they hold
Their vital lease. Laborious terms and hard ;
But such the tenure of our earthly state!
Riches and fame are Industry's reward;
The nimble runner courses Fortune down,
And then he banquets, for she feeds the bold.
Think what you owe your country, what yourself.
If splendor charm not, yet avoid the scorn,
That treads on lowly stations. Think of some
Assiduous booby mounting o'er your head,

And thence with saucy grandeur looking down :
Think of (Reflection's stab!) the pitying friend
With shoulder shrugg'd and sorry. Think that Time
Has golden minutes, if discreetly seiz'd:

And if some sad example, indolent,.

To warn and scare be wanting think of me.

CHAP. XX.

ELEGY TO A YOUNG NOBLEMAN

LEAVING THE UNIVERSITY.

ERE yet, ingenious Youth, thy steps retire
From Cam's smooth margin, and the peaceful vale,
Where Science call'd thee to her studious quire
And met thee musing in her cloysters pale;
O! let thy friend (and may he boast the name)
Breathe from his artless reed one parting lay!
A lay like this thy early virtue claim,

And this let voluntary Friendship pay.

Yet now, the time arrives, the dangerous time,
When all those Virtues, opening now so fair,
Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,
Must learn each passion's boist'rous breath to bear.
There if Ambition, pestilent and pale,

Or luxury should taint their vernal glow ;
If cold Self-interest, with her chilling gale,

Should blast th' unfolding blossoms ere they blow; If mimic hues, by art, or Fashion spread,

Their genuine, simple colouring should supply;
O! with them may these laureate honours fade;
And with them (if it can) my friendship die.
-And do not blame, if, tho' thyself inspire,
Cautious I strike the panegyric string;
The Muse full oft pursues a meteor fire,
And vainly vent'rous soars on waxen wing.
Too actively awake at Friendship's voice,
The poet's bosom pours the fervent strain,
'Till sad reflection blames the hasty choice,
And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain.
Go then, my Friend, nor let thy candid breast
Condemn me, if I check the plausive string ;

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