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Most true, a wili man never will be faci ; 765 , Yet sparing fledge: her bowl is not the lieft $15
Blat neither will fonorous bubbling mirth, Mannind can braft. A rational repaft ;
A mall,w stream of happine's betray.

“ Exertion, vigilance, a mind in arms, Too happy to be sportive, he's serene.

“ A military discipline of thought, Yet wouidft thou laugh (but at thy own “ To foil remplation in the doubtful field; expence) “ And ever-wakivg ardor for the right."

830 This countel ttrange should I presume to give 'Tis these first give, then guard, a chcartel " Retire, and read thy Lille, to be gay.”

heart. There truths abound of fovereign aid to peace ; Nought that is right, think little; well sware, Ah! do not prize them lef, because inspir'd, What reason bids, God bids : by His command As thou, and thine, are apl and prourl to do. How aggrandiz'd, the smallest thing we do! }{75, infpir'd, that pregnant page had stood, 775 Thus, nothing is infipid to the wise ; Time's treasure? and the wonder of the wire! To thee, insipid all, but what is mad, Thou think'st, perbaps, thy foul alone at stake ; Joys teafon'd high, and tasting firong of guilt, Alas!Sbould inen mistake thee for a fool; « Nad! (thou reply'it, with indignation What man of taste for genius, wildoin, truth,

fir'u) Though tender of thy fame, could interpose? 780 « Of ancient sages proud to tread the fteps, Believe me, femfe, here, acts a double part,

« I follow nature."-Follow nature Itill,

846 Aud the true critic is a Chrifiiun too.

But look it be thine oven: Is conscience, then, But these, thou think’tt, are gloomy paths to

No part of nature? Is ite not supreme! joy

Thou regicide! O raise her from the dead! Trze joy in sunshine ne'er was found at first; Then, follow nature; and resemble God, They, first, themselves ofiend, who greatly Wheri, spite of conscience, pleasure is pursued, Hale;

785 Man's nature is unnaturally pleas'd ; 8.16 And travel only gives us sound repose.

And what's unnatural is painful too Heaven felis all pleasure; effort is the price ; At intervals, and must disgust ev n Thee ! The joys of conquest are the joys of man ;

The fact thou know'it; but not, perliaps, the And glory the victorious laurel spreads

Curfe. O'er pleasure's pure, perpetual, placid flream. 700

l'irtue's foundations with the world's were laid; There is a time, when toil must be preferrd,

Heaven mixt her with our make, and twisted cloic Or joy, by mif-tim'd fordneis, is undone, Her facred interetts with the strings of lite. A inan of pleasure is a man of pains.

Who breaks her awful mandate, shocks bimself, Thou wilt not take the trouble to be bleft.

His better self; and is it greater pain, False joys, indecd, are born from want of Our soul should murmur, or our dufl repine? 855 thought :


And one, in their eternal war, mull bleed, Froin thoughts full bent, and energy, the true; If one mult fufter, which thould leal be And that demands a mind is equal poize,

spar'd? Temnote from gloomy grief, and glaring joy. The pains of mind furpass the pains of sense: Much joy not only speaks finall happines, Alk, then, the gout, what torment is in guilt. Ljuthaprineis that ortly must expire. 800 The joys of femje to mental joys are mcan : 860 Can joy, un bottom'd in refedion, stand? Sense on the present only feeds; the foul and, in a tempeft, can retieclion live?

On past, and future, foragers for joy. Enjoy, like thine, ticure itself an hour? 'Tis hers, by retrospect, through time to range; Cany, like thine, meet accident un.ock'd ? Ard forward time's great sequel to survey. Coop: the door to honelt poverty?


Could human courts take vengeance on the mining Cr tolis with threatening death, and not turu Axes might rust, and racks and gibbets fall: pile?

Guard, then, thy mind, and leave the rest to In fiicis a worl-l, and such a nature, there

fate, Ar needful fundamentals of delight:

Lorenzo ! wilt thou never be a inan? Thele fundamentals give delight inleed;

The man is dead, who for the body lives, Edlinghi, pure, delicate, and durable ; 810 Lurd, by the beating of his pulse, to lit Toligli, ungaken, masculine, divine;

With every luft, that wars againft his peace : A conttant, and a found, but fericus joy.

And fets him quite at variance with himseli. isi y the daughter of severity ?

Thyself, first, know; then love: a self there is it is : -yut for my doctrine from severe.

Of virtue fond, that kindles at ber charms. Rejoice for ever:" !t becomes a man ; 815 | A frif there is, as fond of every vice, Exales, and lets him rearer to the gods.

While every virtue wounds it to the heart: Rejoice for ever!" Nature cries,“ Rejoice ;" Humility degrades it, juftice robs, Anri drinks to man, in der pecareous cup, Bleft beurty beggars it, fair oruih betrays, Mixt up of delicates for every sense;

And god-like magnanimity destroys. To the great Founder of the bounteous least, 820 This felf, wben rival to the former, scorn; $80 Drinks glory, gratitude, cternal praise ;

When not in competition, kidly treat, And he that will not fledge her, is a churl. Defend it, feed it :- But when virtue bids, Il frmly to support, good fully taste,

Tols it, or to the fowls, or to the fanies. Is she wiele science of felicity :

And why? "Tis love of pieajure bids thce bleed ;





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Comply, or own self-love extinct, or blird. 885 , In Ifrael's dream, come from, and go to, kiea

Tor what is vice! Self-love in a mistake : A poor blind merchant buying joys too dear. Hence, are they ftudious of fequefter'd scenes; And virtue, what? 'Tis felf-love in her wits, While noise, and dislipation, comfort iñea, Quite skilful in the market of delight.

Were all men happy, revelings would cease, Self-love's good fense is love of that dread Power, That opiate for inquietude within,

131 From whom herself, and all the can enjoy. 891 Lorenzo! never man was truly blest, Other felf-love is but disguis'd self-hate;

But it compos'd, and gave him such a caft, More mortal than the malice of our foes ; As folly might mitiake for want of joy, A felf-hate, new, scarce felt; then felt full-fore, A caít, unlike the triumph of the proud; When being, curft; extinction, loud implor'd ; A modeft aspect, and a smile at heart, Du every thing preferrd to what we are.

891 O for a joy from thiy Philander's spring! Yet this felf-love Lorenzo makes his choice : A spring perennial, rising in the brealt, And, in this choice triumphant, boatts of joy. And permanent, as pure! no turbid Stream How is his want of happiness betray'd,

Of rapturous exultation, swelling high; 960 By difailection to the present hour! 900 Which, like land-Hoods, impetuous pour a while, Imagination wanders far afield :

Then link at once, and leave us in the mire. The future pleases : why? The present pains. What does the man, who trangent jog prelers ? " But that's a secret." Yes, which all men What, brit prefer the bubbles to the itream ? know ;

Vain are all sudden fallies of delight; 965 And know from Thee, discover'd unawares, Convullions of a weak, distemper'd joy. Thy ceaseless agitation, restless roll 905 Joy's a fixt Itate ; a tenure, not a start. From cheat to cheat, impatient of a pause ; Bliss there is none, but unprecarious bliss: What is it?'Tis the cradle of the foul,

That is the gem : sell All, and purchase That. From injiinei fent, to rock her in disease,

Why go a-begging to contingencies,

970 Which her physician, Reason, will not cure, Not gain'd with cafe, 'nor safely lov'd, if gain'u ? A poor expedient! yet thy beft; and while 910 | At good fortuitous, draw back, and pause; It mitigates thy pain, it osrs it too.

Suspect it'; what thou canst enfure, enjoy ; Such are Lorenzo's wretched remedies !

And nought but what thou giv't thyself, is sure. The weak have remedies; the wife have joys.

Reason perpetuates joy that reason gives,

375 Superior wisdom is fuperior bliss,

And makes it as immortal as herself : And what fure mark diftinguishes the wise ? 915 To mortals, nought immortal, but their worth. Consistent wisdom ever wills the same' ;

Worth, conscious worth!

should absolutely Tliy ficlele with is ever on the wing.

reign ; Sick of herself, is folly's character;

And other joys akk leave for their approach ;
As wisdom's is, a modest self-applause.

Nor, unexamin'd, ever leave obtain.
A change of evils is any good supreme ; 920 Thou art all anarchy; a mob of joys
Nor, but in motion, canít thou find thy reft.

Wage war, and perish in inteftine broils ;
Man's greatest itrength is hewn in standing Not the least promise of internal peace !

No bofom-comfort! or unborrow'd bliss !
The first sure symptom of a mind in health, Thy thoughts are vagabunds ; All outwarda
Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home.


285 False pleasure from abroad her joys imports ; 925 'Mid fands, and rocks, and forms, to cruise for Rich froin within, and self-sustain'd, the true.

pleasure ; The true is fix'l, and folid as a rock ;

If gain'l, dear-bought; and better mifi'd than
Slippery the fulle, and to Ting, as the wave.

This, a wild wanderer on earth, like Cain; Much pain muft expiate what much pain pro-
Thai, like the fabled, felf-enamour'd boy, 930 cur'd.
Home-contemplation her supreme delight; Fancy, and ferle, from an infected shore,
She dreads an interruption from without, Thy cargo bring; and pestilence the prize. 990
Smit with her own condition ; and the miore

Then, such thy thirst (insatiable thirti!
Intense the gazes, ftill it charms the more. By fond indulgence but inflam'd the more !)

No man is happy, till he thinks, on earth 935 Fancy still cruises, when poor serse is tird,
There breathes not a more happy than himself; Imagination is the Paphian shop,
Then envy dies, and love o'er Hows on All; Where feeble happiness, like Vulcan, lame, 995
And love o'er Howing makes an angel Here. Eids foul ileirs, in their dark recess,
Such angels, All, intitled to repose

And hot as hell (which kindled the black fires),
On Him who governs fate: though tempeft frowns, With wanton art, those fatal arrows form,
Though nature snakes, how foft to lean on hea. Which murder all thy time, health, wealth, and

To lean on Him, on whom archangels lean! Wouldft thou receive them, other thoughts there
With inward eyes, and filerit as the gravu,
They ftand colle&ting every beam of thought, On angel-wing, descending from above,
Till their hearts kindle with divine delight ; 945 Which theft, with art divine, would counter-
For all their thoughts, like angels, feen of work,

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In this is seen imagination's guilt;

« Which sweeps away man's impotent refolves, But who can count her follies? She betrays « And lays his labour level with the world thee,


7'hemselves men make their comment on man. To think in grandeur there is something great. kind ; For works of curious art, and antient fame, And think nought is, but what they find at lome: Thy genius hungers, elegantly paind:

Thus, weaknels to chimäraturns the truth, And foreign clines must cater for thy tafte. Nothing romantic has Muse the prescrib'd, Hence, what disaster Though the price was * Above, Lorenzo saw tle man of earth, pail,

The nortal man; and wretched was the figit, 1070 That perfecuting priest, the Turk of Roine, To balance that, to comfort, and exalt, Whose foot (ye gods !) though cloven, must be Now see the man immortal: him, I mean, kiss'd,

Who lives as such; whose heart, full-bent ou Detain'd thy dinner on the Latian Thore ;

heaven, (Such is the fate of honeft Protestants !)

Leans all that way, bis bias to the star3. And poor magnificence is ftarv'd to death. 1015 | The world's dark failes, in contrait fct, fall Hence just reføntment, indignation, ire !


1075 Be pacify'd, if outward things are great, His luftre more ; though bright, without a foil: 'Tis magnanimity great things to scorn ;

Observe his awful portrait, and adınire ;
Pompous expences, and parades august,

Nor stop at wonder; imitate, and live,
And courts, that insalubrious foil to pease. 1020 Sonie angel guide my pencil, while I draw,
True happiness ne'er enter'd at an eye;

What nothing less than angel can excued !
True happiness resides in things unfeen.

A mari on earth devoted to the kies; No smiles of fortune ever ble!t the bad,

Like fips in seas, while in, above the world. Nor can her frowns rob innocence of joys;

With aspect mild, and elevated eye, That jewel wanting, triple crowns are poor: 1025 Behold him [cated on a mount serene, So tell his Holiness, and be revengd.

Above the fogs of fine, and passion', torm: 1085 Pleasure, we both agree, is man's chief good; All the black cares, and tumults, of this liis, Or only contest, what deserves the name.

Like harmless thunders, breaking at his feet, Give pleasure's name to nought, but what has Excite his pity, not impair his peace. paf;'d

Earth's genuine fons, the sceptred, and the Nave, Th’authentic feal of reason (which, like Yorke, A mingled mob! a wandering herd! be lees, Demurrs on what it passes), and defies

Bewilder'd in the vale; in all unlike !

1991 The tooth of time ; when pait, a pleasure ftill ; His full reverse in all! what higher praise? Dearer on trial, lovelier for its age,

What stronger demonstration of the right? And doubly to be priz'd, as it promotes

The present all their care; the future, his Our future, while it forms our present, joy. 1035 When public welfare calls, or private want, 1993 Some joys the future overcast ; and some

They give to fame; his bounty he conceals, Throw all their beanis that way, and gild the Their virtues varnish uature ; his exalt tomb.

Mankind's esteem they court; and he, his own, some joys endlear eternity; some give

Their's, the wild chase of false felicities; Abhor'd annihilation dreadful charms.

His, the compo:'d posesion of the true. Are rival joys contending for tlıy choice? 1040 Alike throughout is his confifecnt peace, Consult thy whole exijlence, and be safe ;

All of one colour, and an even thread; That oracle will put all doubt to fight.

While party-colour'd snreds of happiness, Short is the le son, though my lecture long, With hidenus gaps between, patch up for them Be good and let heaven answer for the rest. A madman's robe ; cach puff of f rtune blosrs

Yet, with a figh o’er all mankind, I grant 1045 The tatters by, and shews their pakedess, 1ich In this our day of proof, our land of hope,

He fees with other eyes than theirs: where The good man has his clouds that intervcnc;

they Clouds, that obscure his fublunary day,

Beholl a fun, he fpies a Deity;
But never conquer : ev’n the best muft own, What makes them only smile, makes him allore.
Patience, and resignati:n, are the pillars 1050 Where they see mountains, he but etoins focs;1110
Of human peace on earth. The pillars, There : An emtire, in his balance, weighs a grrir,
But those of Seth not more remote from Thee, They things terrestrial worship, as divine :
'Till this heroic le son thou haft learnt ;

His hopes in inortal blow them by, as duft,
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. That dins his sght, and thortens his survey,
Fir'd at the prospect of unclouded bliss,


Which longs, in Infinite, to lose all bound. 1115
Heaven in reverbon, like the sun, as yet

Titles and honours (if they prove his fate)
Bencath th' horizon, chears us in this world, He lays a dle to find his dignity;
It sheds, on souls susceptible of light,

No dignity they fivid in aught beldes.
The glorious dawn of our eternal day.

Tey triumph in externals (which conceal « This (says Lorenzo) is a fair barangue : 1060 Man's real glory), proud of an eclipse. “ But can harangues blow back strong nature's Himself too much he prizes to be proud, fireain;

And nothing thinks so great in man, as man, • Or item the tide heaven pushes through our veins,

* In a former Nigh!.

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Tou dear he holds his interest, to neglect

Thus, in a double sense, the good are wise ; Another's welfare, or his right invade;

On its own dunghili, wiler :han the world. Their intereft, like a lion, lives on prey.

What, then, the world? It mu;t be doubly weak ; They kindle at the Mhadow ut a wrong ;

Strange truth! as loon would they believe their Wronz he luftains with tempor, looks on heaven,

Crred, Nor tloups to think his injuter his foe' ;

Yet thus it is; nor otherwise can be ; Noaghe, but wiat wounds his virtue, wounds his Si far frum auglit romantic, what I fing. perce.

Elits has no being, virtue has no 1trength, A crver'd heart their character defendis ; 1130 But from the pro pect of immortal life. A cover'd heart denie: him hall his praile. Who think earthi, ail, or (what weighs just the Wisla nakedsiels his innocence a rees;

fame) While their bivad foliage testifies their fall. Who care no farther, mut prize what it yields ; Triesr no ye end where hertuli feast de ins: Fund of its fancies, proud of its parades. His jays create, Theirs inurder, future b.iis. Who thinks earth nothing, can't its charms ac!To triumph in existence, his al. ne ; And his alone triumphantly to think

He can't a foe, though most malignant, hate, His truc existence is not yet begin.

Becauie that hate would prove his greater foe. 1195 His glorie cuisce was yesterday co plete 'Tis hard for them (yet who lo loudly boast Death, then, was welcome; yerlieft !lis: weet.1147 Good-will to men ?) to love their dearest friend ;

But avthin; charms Lorenzo, like the firm For may not he invade their good fupreme, Undaunted breai--- And whole is that high praise Where the least jealoufy turns love to gall! Theyield to pleature, tnuuch they danger brave, All shines to them, that for a season shines, 1205 And shew nutrititude, but in the field;

Each act, each thought, he questions, What in If there they th:w it, 'tis for glory thewn;

weiglit, Nor will that corslisl always man their hearts. " Its colois what, a thousand ages hence ??" A curdial his liftains, that cannot tail;

And what is there appears, he deems it nocy. Ey pleaiure unsub:lued, unbroke by pain,

Hence, pure are the recesses of his soul.
He ihares in that Omnip tence he trusts.

The god-like man has nothing to conceal.
All-bearing, ail-attempling, till be falls ; 1150 His virtne, constitutionally deep,
And when he falls, writes Vici un his shield. Has habits firmnes, and affection's flame;
From magnanimity, all feur abuve ;

Angels, ally'd, descend to feed the fire ;
Proin nobler recompence, above appl.xule; And deuth, which others says, makes him a god.
Which owes tu man's fiori oui-ivok all its And now, Lorenzy k bigot of this world ! 1210

Wont to dildain poor igots caught by hw ven! Backward to credit what he never felt, 1155 Stand by thy scorr, and be reduc'd to noug’t : Lorenzu cries -- Where Mines thi. miracle? For what art thou ?---Thou boafter ! while thy * From what runt riles this immortal man!"

glare, A Tout that arows not in Lorenzo 3 ground; Thy gaudy grandeur, and mere worldly worth, The root diled, nur wonder at the flower.

Like a broad mist, at diftance, strikes us most ; He follows nature (not like * thee) and news And like a mist, is nothing when at hand;

1160 His merit, like a mountain, on approach, An uninverted lydtem of a man,

Swelis more, and rises nearer to the skies, His a petite wears realoris golden chain,

By promile now, and by poffeßion loon,, And finds, in due ret taint, it: Juxury:

(Tuo feon, too much, it cannot be) his own. 1220 His palj.on, like an eagle well reclaim'a,

From this thy jaft unnihilation rise, 1s taught to fly at nought, but Infinite.

Lorenzo! rise to Joinething, by reply. Parient hi hcre, un-anxious is his care,

The world, thy client, listens, and expects; His caution fear eis, and his grief, (if Grief

An longs to crown thee with immortal praise. The guds ordain) a stranger to despair,

Can'lt thou be filent? No ; for wit is thine ; 1225 And why? ---Becauic, affection, more than meet, And wie talks mot, when leasi she has to lay, His wildum leaves nut dilengag'd from heaven. And reason iaterrupts not her career.

1190 She 'll lay--- That mi jis above the mountains rise ; Those secondary goods that smile on earth, And, with a thousand pleasantries, amuse; He, loving in proportion, loves in peace.

She 'll sparkle, puzzle, flutter, raile a dust, 1230
The most the world en oy, wh, lealt admire. And fly conviction, in the dust the rais’d.
His understanding 'scapes the common cloud

Wit, how delicious to man's dainty cafte?
Of fumes, arifing from a boiling brcaft. 1175 'Tis precious, as the vehicle of fenje;
His head is clear, because his heart is cuol,

But, as its fubtitute, a dire direale.
By worldly competitions uninflam’d.

Pernicious talent: Hatter'd by the world, 1235 The moderate movements of his soul admit

By the blind world, wbich thinks the talent rare. Distinct ideas, and matur'd debate,

1180 Wisdim is rare, Lorenzo ! wit abounds; An eye impartial, and an even leale;

Pullion can give it ; fometimes wine inspires Wlence judgruent lound and unrepenting choice, The lucky flam; and madness rarely fails.

Whatever cause the spirit strongly ftits, 124.0 * See page 3.50. I'er, 839.


Confers the bays, and rivals thy renown, VOL. VIII.


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For thy renown, 't were weil, was this the worst; And yet---yet, what? No news ! mankind is
Chance often hits it ; and, to pique the more,
See dullness, blundering on vivacities,

Such mighty numbers lift against the right, Shakes her sage head at the calamity, 1245 (And what can't numbers, when bewiich'l, arWbich has e ipo 'd, and let her down to thee.

chieve!) But wifiiom, avteful wisdom! which inspects, They talk themselves to something like belief, Difcerns, compares, weighs, separate , infers, That all earth's joys are theirs : As Athens' frol Seizes the right, and holds it to the last;

1310 How rare! in fenates, synods, sought in vain ; 1250 Grinn’d from the port, on every fail his own. Or, if there found, 'ris facred to the few;

They grin ; but wherefore and how long the While a lewd prostitute to multitudes,

laugh! Frequent, as fatal, wit: in civil life,

Half ignorance, their mirth ; and half, a lye; Wit makes an enterpriser ; fefe a man.

To cheat the world, and cheat themselves, they Wit hates authority ; commotion loves, 1255

(mile. And thinks herlelf the lightning of the storm. , Hard either task! The most abandon'd own, 1315 In flates, 'tis dangerous ; in religion, death : That others, if abandon’d, are undone : Shall svit turn Chriftian, when the dull believe ? Then for themselves, the moment reason wakes, Sense is our helmet, vir is but the plume ;

(And Providence denies it long repole). The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet laves. 1260 O how laborious is their gaiety: Serefs is the diamond, weights, solid, found; They scarce can swallow their ebullient (pleen, 1320 When.cut by wil, it cafts a brighter beam; Scarce muster patience to lupport the farce, Yet, weit aptit, is a diamond itill.

And pump lad laughter till the curtain falls. Wi:, widow'd of good sensi, is worse than nought ; | Searce, nid I say. Some cannot fit it out; ir hoisinore fail to run against a rock, 1265 Oit their own daring hand, the curtain draw, Theis, a half-Chesterfield is quite a foo!;

And Thew usaha ikeir joy, by their despair. 1325 Whom Call fools icsin, anel bless their want of The clotted hair! gor'd breast! blaspheming

wit. How ruinous the rock I warn thee Thun,

Its impious fury still alive in death! . Where Sirens fit, to iing thee to thy fate! Shut, shut the fucking scent.---But heaven de A joy in which our resen beará no parin 1270

nies Is but a forrow tinkling, ere it ftings.

A cover lo such guilt; and so ihould man. Let not the cooings of the world allure thee; Look jound, Lorenzo! tee the reeking blade, 1530 Which of her Invers ever found her true ?

Th'i venom's phirl, and the fatal ball ; Happy! of this bad world wno little know?--- The firarigling cord ard fufticaring stream ; Anri vet, w-much must know her, to be saf?. 1275 The loathiome foutennels, ani fvul decays To kiow the world, not love her, is thy point; From racing riest (flower inicides :) She gives but little, nor that little, long

And frii'e in tlele, more execrable ftill! 1331 There is, grant, a triumph of the pulle; How'borid all to thought !---But horrors, thee, ndance of ipirits, a mere froth of joy,

That vouch the truth ; and aid my feeble long, Our though, clefs agitution's idle child,

1280 Frrin rice, lerife, fancy, no man can be blett: That mandles high, that sparkles and expires, Pilis fuo great, io lodge within an hour : }aving the tou more vapid than before.

Wincu an iminital being aims at biis, 3340 un anisia ovation ! luch as holds

Duration in effential to the narr:e. No commerce with our res", bue fublitts O for a joy from reajon ! Joy from that, Un juices, through the vich-ton'd tubes, weil Which takes man nan and, exercis'd aright, Atrain'd;

Will make him more': A bounteous iny! that gives, A rice machine'! Scarce ever tun'ii aright; and promies; that weaves, with art divine, 1345 And when it jats---thy Sirens fing no more, The richest prorrect into present reze: Tiny dance is clone; the semi-gou is thrown A joy swaliticxv! joy in common heid short apothenfis :) bereith the inun,

Il'ich thrones ethereal, and their greater far ; cowaid gioon immcisi, vt feil despair. 1290 A joy higi-privileg'd! form chance, rime, death!

Artrou yat du! emoirgi degain to dread, A joy, which death thall double, juigmers crows: And Hartle at desirudiion? If ihcu alt,

1350 Accept a buckler, take it in the field;

Crown'd higher, and Nill higher, at each stage, (A field of battle is this mortal liie!)

Through bleit cternity's lnnig day: yet still, when danger thrertens, lay it on thy heart; 1295 Not more remote from forrow, than from him, A single tenter ce proof against the corid; Whote lavish hand, whose love ftupendous, Soul, body, furture! Every good pertain

puurs * To one of thele: but prize not all alike: So much of Deity or guilty duft.

1355 " The goods of fortune to the buily's health, There, o

I meet thee there, « Bodiy to foul, and loud fubmit to God.”

13co Where not thy pieence can improve my bliss : Wouldit thou build laiting happinels? Do this, Afects notilis the fuger of the qorld? Th’inverted fyramid can never land.

Can nought affec7 them, but what fools them too? Is this truth doubtful? It outshines the fin; Eternity, deperdirig on an hour, Nav the fun thines rot, but in thew us this, Mutes Jericus 1.c.vut mail's wisdom, joy, and Tbc single lefton of mankind on earth. 1505



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