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And suffering more from folly, tban from fate. Their treacherous blessings, at the day of need,

Ocean ! Thou dreadiul and tumultuous home Like other faithless friends, unmask, and fling: Of dangers, at eternal war with man!! Then, what provoking indigence in wealth! 225 Denth's capital, where mot he donireers, 170 What aggravated impotence in power! With all his chofen terrors frowning round, High titles, then, what insult of their pain ! ('Though lately feasted high at* Albion's coft) If that fole anchor, equal to the waves, Wide-opening, and loud-roaring til for more! | Immortal hope! defies not the rude ftorm, Too faithful niirror! how doft thou reflect Ta'es comfort from their foami The melancholy face of hunian life! * $ 175 And makes a welcome harbour of the tomb, 231 The strong resemblace rempts me farther still : Is This a ketch of what thy soul admires ? And, haply, Britain may be deeper ftruck « But here (thou say't) the miseries of life By moral truth, in such a mirror seen,

“ Are huddled in a group. A more diftinct Wlrich nature holds for over at her ege.

“ Survey, perhaps, Inight bring the better news.” Self-Hatteråd, unexperienc d, high in hope, 180 Look on life's stages : they speak plainer still ;* When young, with fanguine chear, and streamers The plainer they, the deeper wilt thou figh. gay,

Look on thy lovely boy; in him behold We cut our calle; launch into the world,

The best that can befal the best on earth; And fondly dream each wind and star our The boy has virtue by his mother's fide: 240 friend;

Yes, on Florello look : a father's heart All, in some darling enterprize embark'd : Is tender, thou the man's is made of Itone ; But where is be can fathom its extent? 185 The truth, through such a mediuin feen, may Amid a multitude of artless lands,

make Ruin's fure perquisite ! her lawful prize!

mpression deep, and fondness prove thy friend. Some steer aright; but the black blaft blows hard, I Florello lately cast on this rude coast 245 And pufis them wide of hope : with hearts of A helpless infant; now a heedless child ; proof,


Clarissa's throes, thy care fucceeds ;
Full again't wind and tide, some win their way; Carc full of love, and yet severe as hate !
And when strong effort has deservd the port, 190 O'er thy soul's joy how oft thy fondness frowns !
And tugg'd it into view, 'tis won ! 'tis loft ! Needful austerities his will reftrain ;

250 Though strong their oar, still ftronger is their As thorns fence-in the tender plant froin harn. fate :

As yet, his re son cannot go alone; They Arike : and while they triumph, they ex- But alks a fferner nurse to lead it on. pire.

His little heart is often terrify'd; In ftrefs of weather, mo?; some finş outright; 195 | The hluth of morning, in his cheek, turns pale ; O'er them, and o'er their names, tle billows its pearly dew-drop trembles in his eye; clofe ;

His harmless eye! and drowns an angel there. To-norrow knows not they were ever born. Ali! what avails his innocence ? The tak Others a mort me morial leave behind,

Injoin'd must discipline his early powers ; Like a Hag Hoating, when the bark 'o ingulph'd ; He learns to figh, ere he is known to fin; 260 It floats a moment, and is fien no more : 200 Guiltless, and fad! a wretch before the fall! One Cæfar lives; a thousand are forgot.

How cruel this! more cruel to forbear. Ijow few, beneath aspicious plan, is born, Our nature such, with necessary pains, (Darlings of Providence ! fond fate's elect!) We purchase prospects of frecarious peace : With swelling Pails make good the promis's port, Though not a futher, This might steal a figh. 265 With all their wishes freigoted! yet e’en These, Suppose bim disciplin'd aright (if not, Freighted with all their wishes, roon complain ; 'Twill fink our poor account to poorer ftill); Free from misfortune, vot from nature free, Ripe from the tutor, proud of liberty, 'They still are men ; and when is man secure ? He leaps inclosure, bounds into the world! As fatal rime, az form! the run of years

The world is taken, after ten years toil, 270 Bcats down their strength; their numberless Like ancient Troy ; and all its joys his own. escapes

210 Alas! the world's a tutor more fevere; In ruin end : and, now, their proud success It: leffons hard, and ill deserve his pains; But plants new terrors in the vicior": brow: Unteaching All his virtuous nature taught, What pain to quit the world, just made their own. Or books (fair virtue's advocates !) inspir’d. 275 Their neft so deeply drown', and built so high! For wha receives him into public life? Too low they build, w!jo build beneath the stors. Min of the world, the terræ-filial breed,

Woe then apart (ii woe apart can he 216 Welcome the modeft firanger to their sphere, From mortal man), and fortune at our nod, (Which glitter'd long, at distanca, in his fight) The gay! rich! great ! triumphant! and august! And, in their hospitable arıns, inclofe : What are they?- The mos harry (itrange to say.!) Men, who think nought so Itrong of the roa Convince me mott of human misury ;

mance, What are they? Smiling wretches of toainorrew! So rank knight-errant, as a real friend : Alore wretched ther, then c'er their fave car be; Men, that act up to reafon's golden rule,

All weakness of affection quite rubdued : * Almiral Balcher, 6c,

Men, that would blush at being thergis fincere, Vol. VIII.


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And feign, for glory, the few faults they want ; Studious their nells to feather in a trice,

345 That love a lye, where truth would pay as With all the necromantics of their art, well;

Playing the game of faces on each other, As if, to Them, vice, shone her own reward. Making court sweet-meats of their latent gall,

Lorenzo! canst thou bear a Mocking fight? In foolish hope, to steal each other's trust; Such, for Florello's lake, 'will now appear : 290 Both cheating, both exulting, both deceiv'd: 350 See, the steel'd bles of seafon d veterans, And, sometimes, both (let earth rejoice) un. Train'd to the word, in burnish'd falsehood done! bright;

Their parts we doult 'not; but be That their Deep in the fatal ftratagems of peace;

Thame : All soft sensation, in the throng, rubb'd off ; Shall men of talents, fit to rule mankind, All their keen purpose, in politeness, theatli'd; Stoop to mean wiles, that would disgrace a fool: His friends eternal-during interest;

And lose the thanks of those few friends they His foes implacables-wlien worth their while ;

serve ?

355 At war with every welfart, but their own; For who can thank the man, he cannot see? As wife as Lucifer; and half as good ;

Why so much cover? It defcats itself. And by whom none, but Lucifer, can gain— 300 Ye, that know all things ! know ye not, mens Naked, through These (lo common fate ordains), hearts Naked of heart, his crucl course he runs, Are therefore known, because they are conceal'd? Stung out of All, most amiable in life,

For why conceal'd ?- The cause they need not Prompt truth, and open thougirt, and finiles un- tell. feign'd;

I give him joy, that's aukward at a lie; Affection, as his species, wide dit'us'd; 305 Whose feeble nature truth keeps ttill in awe ; Noble presumptions to mankind's renown ; His incapacity is lis renown. Ingenuous truft, and confidence of love.

"I'is great, 'tis manly, to disdain disguise; These claims to joy (if mortals joy might It snews our spirit, or it proves our ftrength, 305 claim)

Thou say’lt, 'Tis need ful: is it therefore right? Will cost him many a figh; till time, and pains' Howe'er, I grant it some Corall sign of grace, From the flow mistres of this school, Experience, To ftrain at an excuse : aud wouldnt thou then And her assistant, pausing, pale, Diirust, 311 Escape that cruel reed? Thou may'l, with ease ; Purchase a dear-bought clue to lead liis youth Think no poft needful that demands a knave. 370 Through ferpentine obliquities of life,

When late our civil helm was thifting hands, And the dark labyrinth of human-hearts. So Pulteney thought: think better if you can, And happy ! if the clue shall come to cheap; 315 But this, how rare! the public path of life For, while we learn to fence with public guilt, Is dirty :~-yet, allow that dirt is due, Full oft we feel its foul contagion too,

It makes the noble mind more noble ftill : 375 If less than heavenly virtue is our guard. The world's no neuter; it will wound, or save; Thus, a strange kind of curit necellity

Or virtue quench, or indignation fire. Brings down the fterling temper of bis soul, 320 You say, The world, well-known, will make a mom By base alloy, to bear the current itamp,

The world, well-known, will give our hearts to Below calld wisdonı ; finks bira into talety ; Or make us dæmons, long beiore we die. [heaven, And brands him into credit with the world; To shew how fair the world, thymiitress, thines, Where fpecious titles dignify disgrace,

Take either part, sure ills attend the choice ; And nature's injuries are arts of life; 325 Sure, though not equal, detriment enfues. Wliere brighter reason prompts to bolder crinies; Not virtuesaself is de ify'd on earth, And heavenly talents niake internal hearts ; Virtue has her relapses, conflicts, foes ; 393 That unsurinountable extreme of guilt !

Foes, that ne'er fail to make her feel their bate. Poor Machiavel! who labour'd liard his plan, Tirtue has per peceliar fet of pains. Forgot, that genius need not go to school; 530 | True friends to virtie, labis and leal, complain ; Forgot, that man, without a tutor wise,

But if they figh, can others hope to smile? His plan had practis'd; long before it was If wisiom has licr misi vies to mourn!, 390 writ.

How can poor felly lead a happy life? The world 's all title-page; there's no contents; And if both futier, what has earth tu boalt, The world's all face; the man who thews his Where he most happy, who the least laments! heart,

Where much, much patience, the most envy'd flate, Is whooted for his nudities, and scorn'd.

335 And some forgiveness, needs the best of friends? A man I knew, who liv'il upon a smile ;

For friend, or hapiwy life, who looks not higher, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and Of neither shall be find the shadow here. fair;

The world's f'worn advocate, without a see While rankest venom foam'd through every vein. Lorenzo smartly, with a smile replies; Lorenzo! what I tell thee, take not ill!

“ Thus far thy song is right; aud All inost own Living, lie fawn'd on every fool alive ; 340

“ Virtue has her peculiar fer of pains. And, dying, curs'd the friend on whom he liv’d. And joys peculiar who io vice denies ? To such proficients thou art half a faint.

« If vice it is, with nature to comply : in foreign realms (for thou haft travel'd far) “ If pride, and sen'e, are so predoininant, How curious to contemplate two {tate-rooks, « To check, not overcome, them, makes a faint, 405


** Can nature in a plainer voice proclaiin

And leuth puts out ! Doft thou demand a test, * Pleasure, and glory, the chief good of man ?" A test, at once, infallible, and mort, Can pride, and feruility, rejoice?

Of reil Greatnefs? That man Greatly lives, 470 From purity of thought, all pleasure springs ;

Whate'er his fate, or fame, who Greatly dies; And, from an humble fpirit, all our feace. 410 High-fush'd with lope, where heroes Thall Ambition, flerfure! let us talk of Thele :

despair. Of These, the Porch, and Academy, talk'd ;

lichis a true criterion, many courts, Of These, cach following age had much to say: Illuftrious, might afford but few grandees. Yet, unexhauited, still, the needful theme.

Th' Almighty, from his throne, on earth Who talks of the's, to mankind all at once 415 surveys He talks; for were the saint from either free? Nought Greater, than an honeft, Humble Heart; Are these thy refuge ? -No: these rush upon thee; | An Humble Heart, His residence ! pronounc'd Thy vitals leize, and vulture-like, devour : His fecond feat ; and rival to the skies. I'll try, if I can pluck thee from thy rock, The private path, the secret acts of men, Prometheus ! from this barren ball of earth; 420 If noble, far the noblett of our lives ! If reason can unchain thee, thou art free.

How far above Lorenzo's glory sits And, first, thy Caucasus, ambition, calls ; Tl'illustrious master of a name unknown; Alountain of torinents! eminence of woes! Whose worth unriv l’d, and unwitness'd, loves Of courted woes! and courted through mistake! Life's facred shades, where gods converse with ' l'is not ambition charms thee ; 'tis a cheat

425 men; Will make thee Itart, as H at his Moor. And pane, beyond the world's conceptions, Dort grasp at greatness? First, know what it is :

fmiles! Think'st thou thy greatness in distinction lies? As thou (now dark), before we part, salt see. Not in the feather, wave it e'er so high,

But thy Great Soul this skulkıng glory scorns. By fortune fuck, to park us from the throng, Lorenzo's Gick, but when Lorenzo 's seen; Is glory lodg'd : 'tis lodg'd in the reverse; 431 And, when he rrugs at public business, lyes. In wliat which joins, in that which equals, All, Deny'd the public eye, the public voice,

490 The monarch and his slave :;A deathless foul, As if he liv'd on others' breath, he dies. « Unbounded prospect, and immortal kin, Fain would he make the world his pedestal ; “ A Father God, and brothers in the skies ;" 435 Mankind the gazers, the fole figure, He. Elder, indeed, in time ; but lefs remote

Knows he, that mankind praise against their In excellence, perhaps, than thought by man;

will, Why greater what can fall, than what can rise? And mix as much detraction as they can?

495 If full delirious, now, Lorenzo ! go :

Knows he, that faithless fame her whisper has, And with thy full blown brothers of the world, As well as trumpet? That his vanity Throw scorn around thee ; cait it on thy faves;

Is so much tickled from not hearing All? Thy Naves, and equals : how scorn cast on Them Knows this all-knower, that from itch of praise, Rebounds on Thee! if man is mean, as man, Or, from an itch more sordid, when he shines Art thou a god ? If fortune makes hiin to,

Ta ing his country by five hundred ears, Beware the consequence: a maxim Thai, 445

Senates at once admire him, and despise, Which draws a monstrous picture of 1.aukind, With modeft laughter lining loud applause, Where, in the drapery, the man is loft;

Which makes the inzile more mortal to his Exteroals fluttering, and the soul forgot.

fame? Thy greatest glory, when dispos'd to boast, His fume, which (like the mighty Cæsar), Boatt that aloud, in which thy servants i are, 450 crown't We wisely strip the fteed we mean to buy :

With laurels, in full senate, greatly falls,
Judge we, in their caparisons, of men?

By seeming friends, that honour, and destroy.
It nouglit avails thee, where, but whui, thou art; We rise in glory, as we fink in pride :
All the distinctions of this little life

Where hoalting ends, ilere dignity begins :
Are quite cutaneous, foreign to the man, 4-5

And yet, miltaicen beyond all inittake, 510 When, through cleath's Itreights, earil's fubtle The blind Lorenzo 's proudmof being proud; serpents creep,

And dreams himself ascending in his fali. Which wriggle into wealth, or climb renown. An eminence, though fancy'd, turns the As crooked Satan the forbidden tree,

hrain : They leave their party-colour'd robe behind, All vice wants hellebore ; but of all vice, All that now glitters, while they rear aloft 460 Pride loudeft calls, and for the largest bowl; 515 Their brazen crefts, and hils at us below.

Because, innlike all other vice, it tlies, Of fortune's fucus strip them, yet alive ;

In fuel, the point, in fancy inoit pursued. Srip them of body, too ; vay, clofer still,

Who court applause, oblige the world in this; Away with all, but moral, in their minds ; They gratify man's passion to refuse: And let, what then remains, impose their name, Superior honour, when assum'd, is 10,1;

520 Pronounce them Weak, or Worthy; Great, or Ev'n good inen turn bandi!li, and rejoice, Mean.

Like Kouli-Kan, in plunder of the proud. How mean that snuff of glory fortune lights, Though Iomewhat disconcerted, iteady still

The world's cause, with half a face of joy's


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Own horey soveet; but, owning, add this sting: 585 “ Ambition's dearer far stands unimpeacl'l, " When mixt with poison, it is deadly too." “ Gay fleasure! proud ambition is her Nave ; Truth never was indebted to a lye. “ For Her, he soars at great, and hazard; il); Is nought but virtue to be prais'd, as good? « For Her, he fights, a'id bleeds, or overcomes ; | Why then is lealth preferr'd before dilcafe? " And paves


crowns, to rtach Her Wbat nature loves is gnod, without our leave. 599 smile :

530 | And where 110 future drawback crics, " l'esparc;" 6. Who can resist her charms?"-Or, fioula? Pleifure, though not from virtue, should prevail, Lorenzo!

'Tis balm to lite, and gratitude to heaven; What mortal 1 all refift, where angels yield ? How cold our thanks for bounties unonjoy'd! Pleafure's the miliress of eihereal powers ; The love of plcusure is man's eldeft-born, 595 For her contend the rival gods above;

Born in his cradle, living to his tomb; Pleasure's the mistress of the world below; 535 Wisdom, ber xeunger fifter, though more zrave, And well it was for iran, that pleasure charms;

Was meant to mirijer, and uot to mar, How would Al Itagpate, but for pleafure's ray ! Imperial pleafure, queen of human hearts. How would the frozen stream of action ceale! Lorenzo! Tbou, her majesty's renown'd, 600 What is the pulse of this so busy world?

Though uncoilt counsel, learncd in the worl!! The love of pleasure: that, through every vein, Who think ti thyself a Murray, with disdain Throws motion, warmth; and fruts out death May'st look on me, Yet, my Demoithenes! from life.

Cauti thou plead pleasure's cause as well as I?
Though various are the teinpers of mankind, Know'ft thou her nature, purpose, parentage? Cos
Fleifure's gay family hold All in chains : Attend my fong, and thou foalt know them all;
Some most after the black; and some, the fair; And know Thyself; and know thyself to be
some boneft plefiere court ; and fome, obscere. (Strange truth!) the most abfiemious man alive,
Pleasures olfcere are various, as the throng $46 Tell rot Califta ; the will laugh thee dead;
Of passions, that can err in human hearts; Cr fed thee to her hermitage with L-610
Miftake their objects, or transgress their bounds. Abfurd prefumption! Thou who never knewt
Think you there's but one whoredom? Whore. A serious thought! Ihalt thou dare dream of joy?
dom, All,

No man e'er found a happy life by chance ;
Put whiçn our reofon licenses delight 550 Or yawu'd it into being, with a with;
Loft doubt, Lorenzo ? Thou shalt doubt no more. Or, with the thout of groveling apjetite,
Thy father obidles thy gallantries; yet hugs E’er smelt it out, and grubbd it from the dirt.
A1), ugly common harlot, in the dark;

An are it is, and must be learnt ; and lepot,
A rank adulterer with others' gold !

With unremitting effort, or be lost; And that bag, vergearce, in a corner, charms, And leaves us perfect blockheads, in our bliss, Hurred her brothel bias, as well as love, 556 | The clouds may drop down titles and clates; Where herrid epicures debauch in blood. Wealth may feek Us; but wisdoms must be fought; Whate'er the motive, plealure is the mark: Sought before all ; but (how unlike all else For Her, the black asallin draws his sword: We feek on earth!) 'tis never fought in vain. For Her, dark ftatefınen trim their midnight First, fleufuru's birth, rife, Itrength, and lains,

560 Srandeur, fee. To wbich no ling'e sacrifice may fall ;

Brought forth by wisdem, nurft by discipline, 645 For Her, the faint abiains; the miser ftarves; By patience taught, by ferfes'erance crown's, The Stoic proud, for ple Jure, pleasure fçoru'd; She rears her head majettic; round her throne, For Her, albiclica's daughters grief indulge, Erected in the botom of the juft, Aid find, or hope, a luxury in tears; 565 Each virtue, listed, forms her manly guarul

. For Her, guilt, thame, toil, danger, we defy ; For what are virtues? (Formidable name !) 650 Aud with an airn volutuous, rum on death, What, but the fountain, or delence, of joy? Thus univerlal ber despotic power!

Why, then, commanded ? Need mankind con, And as hier empire wide, her praise is juft,

mands, Patron of pleafure! doater on delight! 570 At once to merit, and to make, their bliss I am thy rival; pleasure ) profess;

Great Legislator! scarce fo great, as kind!
Pleasure the purpose of my gloomy song. If men are rational, and love delight,

Pleasure is nought but virtue's gayer name; Thy gracious law but Hatter human choice ;
I wrong ! er fiill, I rate her worth top low; In the tranfgreffion lies the penalty;
Virtue the root, and pleasure is the Hower; 575 And they the most indulge, who moft obey.
And low ft Epicurus' focs were fools,

Of pleasure, next, the final cause explore ;
But this founds harsh, and gives the wife Its mighty furpole, its important end.


Not to turn human brutal, but to build
If o'erftrain': wisdom still retains the name. Divire on human, pleasure came from heaven,
How kuiis audierisy her cloudy brow,

In aid to reason was the goddess fent;
And blanics, as brild, and hazardous, the praife To call

up all its strength by such a charm. Of fleafure, to mankind, unprais’d, too dear! Pleasure firft, succours virtue; in return,

645 Ye modern Strics! hear my fost reply ;

Virtue gives pleafure an eternal reign.
Their fenfes men will trust: we can't impose ; What, but the pleasure of food, friendhip
Or, if we coulu, is imposition right?


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Supports li e natural, civil, and divine!

On piety, humanity is built ; Tis from the pleasure of repast, we live ; And, on humanity, much happiness; 'Tis from the pleasure of applause, we please ; 650 And yet still more on piety itself. *Tis from the pleature of belief, we pray A foul in commerce with her God, is heaven ; (All prayer would ceale, if unbeliev'it the feels not the tumults and the hocks of life ; y11 prize :)

The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart. It serves ourselves, our species, and our God; A Deity believ'd, is joy begun ; And to serve more, is past the sphere of man. A Deity ador’d, is joy advanc'd; Glide, then, for ever, pleasure's facred stream ! A Deity belov’d, is joy matur'd. Through Eden, as Euphrates ran, it runs, Each branch of ;iety delight inspires ; And fosters every growth of bappy life;

Faith builds a bridge from this world to the Makes a new Eden where it flows but such

next, As must be loft, Lorenzo ! by thy fall.

C'er death's dark gulph, and all its horror “ What mean I by thy full po shou'lt shortly

hides ; fee,

660 Prvise, the sweet exhalation of our joy, While pleasure's nature is at large display'd ; That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter till ; 729 Already sung her origin, and ends.

Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a ftream Those glorious ends, by kind, or by degree, Of glory on the consecrated hour When leszre violates, 'tis then a vice,

Of man, in audience with the Deity. And vengeance too ; it hattens into pain. 665 Who worships the Great God, that instant joins From due refreshment, life, health, reason, The first in heaven, and lets his foot on hell. 725 joy;

Lorenzo! when wast Thou at church before! Froni wild excess, pair, grief, distraction, death; Thou think'st the service long; but is it juft? Heaven's justice this proclaims, and thut her Though juít, unwelcome ; thou hadit rather love.

tread What greater evil can I with my foe,

Unhallow'd ground; the Muse, to win thine Than his full draught of pleasure, from a cas 670 Unbroach'd by jusī authority, ungaug'd

Must take an air less solemn. She complies. 730 By remperance, by reafon unrefin'd?

Good conscierce! at the found the world retires; A thousand dæinons lurk within the lee.

Verse disaffects it,' and Lorenzo fmiles; Heaven, others, and ourselves! uninjur'd these. Yet has she her seraglio full of charms ; Drink deep; the deeper, then, the more divine : And such as age shall heighten, not impair. Angels are angels, from indulgence there; 676 Art thou dejected ? Is thy mind o’ercatt? 735 "Tis urrt penting pleasure makes a god.

Ainid her fair-ones thou the faireit choose, Doft think thyself a god from other joys ? To chase thy gloom." Go, fx some weighty A victio rather! shortly sure to bleed.

truth; The wrong must mourn: can heaven's appoint- « Chain down some fafionym do some generous ments fail ?

geod; Can mao outwit Omnipotence? Strike out “ Teach ignorance to fee, or grief to smile; A tei-wrought happiness unmeant by Him “ Correct thy friend; befriend thy greatett foe; Who made us, and the world we would enjoy ? « Or with warm heart, and confidence divine, Who formis an inftrument, ordains from whence “ Spring up, and lay strong hold on Him who Its dislonance, or harmony, frall rife. 685 made thee." Heave, bade the soul this mortal frame infpire: Thy glonm is featter'd, prightly spirits flow; Bade virtue's ray divine inspire the soul

Though wither'd is thy vine, and harp unftrung. With unprecarious flows of vital joy;

Doit call the bowl, the viol, and the dance, 745 And, without breathing, man as well might Loud mirti, mad laughter? Wretched comforters! hope

Physicians ! more than half of thy disease. For life, as without piety, for peace. 690 Laughter, though never censur'd yet as fin,

" Is virtue, then, and piery the fame?” (Pardon a thought that only seems fevere) No; piety is more ; 'tis virtue's fource ;

Is half-immortal : is it much indulg'd ? Mother of every worth, as that of joy.

By venting fpleer, cr dilipating thought, Men of the world this doctrine ill digeft;

It News 2 fcorner, or it makes a fool; They smile at piety ; yet hoaft aloud 695 And fins, as hurting others, or ourselves. Good-will to men; nor know they strive to part 'Tis fride, or cmptiness, applies the straw, What naiure joins ; and thus confute then- That tickles little minds to mirth effuse ; selves,

Of grief approaching, the portentous! With piety begins all good on earth ;

The house of laughter makes a house of woe. 'Tis the first-born of rationality.

A man triumphart is a monstrous fight; Conscience, her first law broken wounded, lies; 700 A man dejecled is a fight as mean. Enfeeblerd, lifeless, impotent to good;

What caule for triumph, where sucb ills abound? A feign's affection bounds ber utmost power. What for dejection, where prefides a Power, Some we can't love, but for the Almighty's fake ; Who call'd us into being to be blest? A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man; So grieve, as confcious, grief may rise to joy; Some finifter intent taints all he does ; 705 So joy, as conscious, joy to grief may fall. And, in his kindeft adions, he's unkind.



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