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EARL OF ROCHESTER
SILENCE! coeval with eternity,
Thou wert, ere nature's self began to be; Twas one vast nothing, all, and all slept fast in tisee. Thine was the sway, ere heav'n was formed, or
earth : Ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth, r midwise word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth. The various elements against thee join'd
In one more various animal combined, And framed theclamorous race of busy human-kind.
The tongue moved gently first and speech was low,
Till wrangling science taught it noise and show, And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain;
Lost in the niaze of words he turns again, And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign.
A Mlicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress'd withi argumental tyranny,
With thce in private modest dulness lies,
And in thy bosom lurks in thonghi's disguise ; Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wise !
Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd;
by thee lies sleeping in the breast, And 'uis in thee at last that wisdom seeks for rest.
Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
The only honour of the wishing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame. But couldst thou scize some tongues that now are
free, How charch and state should be obliged to thee; At senate, and a bar, how welcome wouldst thou be! Yet speech e'en there submissively withdraws,
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy
laws. Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,
What favourites gain, and what the nation owes. Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The country wit, religion of the town,
The courtier's learning, policy of the gown, Are best by thee express'd; and shine in thee alone
The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry,
Lord's quibble, critic's jest, all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.
EARL OF DORSET
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
And wear a cleaner smock.
Are oddiy join'd by fate :
That lies and stinks in state.
All white and black beside:
And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
All flutter, pride, and talk.
PHRYNE. Phryne had talents for mankind, Open she was, and unconfined,
Like some free port of trade;
Here first their entry made.
Spaniards or French came to her ;
'Twas 'S'il vous plait, Monsieur.' Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, Still changing names, religion, climes,
At length she turns a bride :
And flutters in her pride.
Still vary shapes and dyes ;
Then painted butterflies.
DR. SWIFT. THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON Parson, these things in thy possessing, Are better than the bishop's blessing:
A wife that makes conserves; a steed
He that has these, may pass his life,
AN ESSAY ON MAN
IN FOC'R EPISTLES
TO HENRY ST.JOHN, LORD BOLINGBROKE
THE DESIGN. HavixG proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my lord Bacon's expression) 'come home to men's business and how Boms,' I thought it inore satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstracı, his nature, and his state: since, to prove any moral duty, to ensorce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imper. fection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.
The science of human nature is, like all other sciences, reduced to a few clear points: there are noi many certain truths in this world. It is therefore in the anatomy of the mind as in that of the body; more good will accrue to mankind by attending to the large, open, and perceptible paris, than by studying too much such finer nerves and vessels, the conformations and uses of which will for ever es. cape our observation. The disputes are all upon these last; and I will venture to say, they have less sharpened the wits than the hearts of men against each other, and have diminished the practice more than advan'ed the theory of morality. If I could flatter myself that this Essay has any merit, it is in steering betwixt the extremes of duetrines seemingly opposite, in passing over terms utterly unintelligible, and in forming a temperate, yet not inconsistent, and a short, yet not imperfect, system of ethics.
This I might have done in prose; but I chose verse and even rhyme, for two reasons. The one will appear obvions; that principles, inaxims, or precepts, 80 written, both strike the reader more strongly at first, and are more easily retained by him afterwards; the other may seem odd, but it is true: I found I could express them more shortly this way than in prose itself; and nothing is more certain, than that much of the force, as well as the grace of arguinents or instructions, depends on their conciseness. I was unable to treat this part of my subject more in detail, without becoming dry and tedious; or more pocti. cally, without sacrificing perspicuity to ornament, without wandering from the precision, or breaking the chain of reasoning: if any man can unite all