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See nations flowly wife, and meanly just,
To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
If dreams yet flatter, once again attend,
Hear Lydiat's life.*, and Galileo's end.
Nor deem,when Learning her laft prize bestows,
The glitt'ring eminence exempt from foes;
See, when the vulgar 'fcapes, defpis'd or aw'd,
Rebellion's vengeful talons feize on Laud.
From meaner minds, tho' smaller fines content,
The plunder'd palace or fequefter'd rent;
Mark'd out by dang 'rous parts he meets the fhock
And fatal Learning leads him to the block:
Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep,
But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and fleep.
The+feftal blazes, the triumphal show,
The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe,
The fenate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale,
With force refiftlefs o'er the brave prevail.
Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Alia whirl'd,
For fuch the fteady Romans fhook the world;
For fuch in diftant lands the Britons fhine,
And ftain with blood the Danube or the Rhine;
This pow'r has praife, that virtue fcarce can warm
Till fame fupplies the univerfal charm,
Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal game,
Where wasted nations raise a single name,
And mortgag'd states their grand tires wreaths re-
From age to age in everlafting debt;
Wreaths which at laft the dear-bought right con-
To ruft on medals, or on ftones decay.
On what foundation ftands the warrior's

Book 1

Condemn'd a needy fupplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and flaves debate.
But did not Chance at length her error mend
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
Did no fubverted empire mark his end?
His fall was deftin'd to a barren ftrand,
Or hoftile millions prefs him to the ground?

He left the name, at which the world grew pal
petty fortrefs, and a dubious hand;
To point a moral, or adorn a tale,

All times their scenes of pompous woes affor
From Perfia's tyrant, to Bavaria's lord.
With half mankind embattled at his fide,
In gay hoftility, and barb'rous pride,
Great Xerxes comes to feize the certain prey,
Attendant Flatt'ry counts his myriads o'er,
And ftarves exhausted regions in his way;
Fresh praise is try'd till madnefs fires his min
Till counted myriads footh his pride no mor
The waves he lathes, and enchains the wind:
New pow'rs are claim'd, new pow'rs are fi

Till rude refiftance lops the fpreading god;
The daring Greeks deride the martial fhow,
And heap their vallies with the gaudy foe;
A fingle fkiff to fpeed his flight remains;
Th' infulted tea with humbler thoughts he gain
Thro' purple billows and a foating kost.
[gret, Th'incumber'd oar fcarce leaves thedreadedcoa

Tries the dread fummits of Cæfarean pow'r,
The bold Bavarian, in a lucklefs hour,
How juft his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; And fees defenceless realms receive his fway,
With unexpected legions burfts away,
A frame of adamant, a foul of fire,
No dangers fright him, and no labours tire;
Short fway! fair Auftria spreads her mournf
O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, The queen, the beauty, fets the world in arms
Unconquer'd lord of pleafure and of pain;
No joys to him pacific fceptres yield,
From hill to hill the beacon's routing blaze
War founds the trump, he rushes to the field;The fierce Croatian, and the wild Huffar,
Spreads wide the hope of plunder and of prais
Behold furrounding kings their pow'r combine, With all the fons of ravage crowd the war;
And one capitulate, and one refign;
Peace courts his hand, but fpreads her charms in Of hafty greatness finds the fatal doom,
[vain;The baffled prince in honour's flatt'ring bloo
"Think nothing gain'd, he cries, till nought His foes derifion, and his fubjects blame,
Enlarge my life with multitude of days;
And fteals to death from anguish and from tham
In health, in ficknefs, thus the fuppliant prays:
Hides from himself his ftate, and thuns to know
That life protracted is protracted woe.
Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
And huts up all the paffages of joy :

"On Moscow's walls till Gothic flandards fly,
"And all be mine beneath the polar sky.”
The march begins in military state,
And nations on his eye fufpended wait;
Stern Famine guards the folitary coaft,
And Winter barricades the realins of Froft;
He comes, nor want nor cold his courfe delay;-in
Hide, blushing Glory, hide Pultowa's day;
The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands,
And fhews his mifcries in diftant lands

vain their gifts the bounteous feafons pour, With littlefs eyes the dotard views the store, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'rHe views, and wonders that they please no more

A very learned divine and mathematician, fellow of New College Oxford, and rector of Okerte near Banbury. He wrote, among many others, a Latin Treatife De Natura Cæli, &c. in which he a tacked the fentiments of Scaliger and Ariftotle; not bearing to hear it urged that fome things are true panofophy and ralie in divinity. He made above fix hundred ferinoes on the harmony of the Evangelif Borg unfuccefsful in publishing his works, he lay in the prifon of Pocardo at Oxford, and the King bench, till bithop Usher, Dr. Laud, Sir William Bofwell, and Dr. Pink, releafed him by paying his debt He peritioned King Charles I. to be fent into Ethiopia, &c. to procure MSS. Having fpoken in favo of monarchy and bishops, he was plundered by the parliament forces, and twice carried away prifond from his rectory; and afterwards bau not a fhart to fhift him in three months, unlefs he borrowed it, an he died very poor in 1646.

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Now pall the taftelefs meats, and joylefs wines,
And Luxury with fighs her flave refigns.
Approach, ye minstrels, try the foothing
Difule the tuneful lenitives of pain:
No founds,as! would touch th' impervious ear,
Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus
Nor lute nor lyre his feeblepow'rs attend, [near;
Nor fweeter mufic of a virtuous friend:
But everlasting dictates crowd his tongue,
Perverfely grave, or pofitively wrong.
The ftill returning tale, and ling'ring jeft,
Perplex the fawning niece and pamper'd gueft,
While growing hopes fcarce awe the gath'ring
And scarce a legacy can bribe to hear; [fneer,
The watchful guefs ftill hint the laft offence,
The daughter's petulance, the fon's expence,
Improve his heady rage with treach'rous fkill,
And mould his paffions till they make his will.

Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade,
Lay fiege to life, and prefs the dire blockade ;
Bat unextinguifh'd Âv'rice ftill remains,
And dreaded loffes aggravate his pains;
He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands,
His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands;
Or views his coffers with fufpicious eyes,
Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.

But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime
Blefs with an age exempt from fcorn or crime;
An age that melts with unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modeft innocence away;
Whole peaceful day Benevolence endears,
Whofe night congratulating Confcience cheers;
The genral fav'rite as the gen'ral friend:
Such age there is, and who fhall with its end?

To prefs the weary minutes flagging wings;
Yet ev'n on this her load Misfortune flings,
New Sorrow rifes as the day returns,
After fickens, or a daughter mourns.
Now kindred Merit fills the fable bier,
Now lacerated Friendship ciaims a tear.
Year chafes year, decay purfues decay,

Still drops fome joy from with'ring life away; Thefe goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to

New forms anfe, and diff'rent views engage,
Superfluous lags the vet'ran on the ftage,
Till pitying Nature figns the laft releafe,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.

Who fet unclouded in the gulphs of Fate.
But few there are whom hours like thefe await,

Who frown with vanity, who fmile with art,
And afk the latest fashion of the heart,
What care, what rules your heedlefs charms thall

Each nymph your rival,and each youthyourflave?
Againit your fame with fondnefs hate combines,
The rival batters, and the lover mines.
With diftant voice neglected Virtue calls,
Lefs heard and lefs, the faint remonftrance falls;
Tir'd with contempt, fhe quits the flipp'ry rein,
And Pride and Prudence take her seat in vain.

In crowd at once, where none the pafs defend,
The harmless freedom, and the private friend.
The guardians yield, by force fuperior ply'd;
To Int'reft, Prudence; and to Flatt'ry, Pride.
Here beauty falls betray'd, defpis'd, distrest,
And hiffing Infamy proclaims the reft.
Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects


Muft dull Sufpenfe corrupt the stagnant mind?
Muft helpless man, in ignorance fedate,
Muft no diflike alarm, no wishes rife,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?

No cries invoke the mercies of the skies?
Enquirer, ceafe, petitions yet remain
Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem religion vain,
Still raife for good the fupplicating voice,
But leave to Heav'n the measure and the choice,
Safe in his pow'r, whofe eyes difcern afar
The fecret ambush of a fpecious pray'r,
Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best.
Implore his aid, in his decifions reft,
Yet when the fenfe of facred prefence fires,
Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind,
And ftrong devotion to the skies afpires,
Obedient paffions, and a will refign'd;
For love, which scarce collective man can fill;
For patience, fov'reign o'er tranfmuted ill;
For faith, that, panting for a happier seat,
Counts death kind Nature's fignal of retreat:
Thefe goods for man the laws of Heav'n ordaiu,


With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind,
And makes the Happiness the does not find.

The teeming mother, anxious for her race,
Begs for each birth the fortune of a face:
Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring:||
And Sedley curs'd the form that pleas'd a king.
Ye nymphs of rofy lips and radiant eyes,
Whom Pleafare keeps too bufy to be wife,
Whom joys with foft varieties invite,
By day the frolic, and the dance by night,

Yer. 289-345

§ 101. Elegy on the Death of Lady Coventry.

Written in 1760. Mafon.

THE midnight clock has toll'd-and, hark

the bell

[found? Of death beats flow! heard ye the note proIt paufes now; and now, with rifing knell, Flings to the hollow gale its fullen found.

By Salon caution'd to regard his end,
In life's laft fcene what prodigies furprife,
Fears of the brave, and follies of the wife!
From Marih'rough's eyes the ftreams of dotage

And Swift expires a driv'ler and a show. [How, Yes-Coventry is dead. Attend the ftrain,

Daughters of Albion! ye that, light as air, So oft have tripp'd in her fantastic train,

With hearts as gay, and faces half as fair: For fhe was fair beyond your brightest bloom (This envy owns, fince now her bloom is fled); Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loom, Float in light vision round the poet's head.

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Whene'er with foft ferenity the fmil'd,

Or caught the orient blush of quick furprise,
How fweetly mutable, how brightly wild,

The liquid luftre darted from her eyes!
Each look, each motion, wak'd a new-born grace,
That o'er her form its tranfient glory caft:
Some lovelier wonder foon ufurp'd the place,
Chas'd by a charm still lovelier than the last.
That bell again! It tells us what she is;

On what the was, no more the ftrain prolong:
Luxuriant fancy, paufe! an hour like this
Demands the tribute of a serious fong,
Maria claims it from that fable bier,

Where cold and wan the lumb'rer refts her head;

In ftill fmall whispers to reflection's ear

She breathes the folemn dictates of the dead. O catch the awful notes, and lift them loud! Proclaim the theme by fage, by fool rever'd; Hear it, ye young, ye vain, ye great, ye proud! 'Tis Nature fpeaks, and Nature will be heard. Yes; ye fhall hear, and tremble as ye hear,

While, high with health, your hearts exulting
E'en in the midst of pleafure's mad career, [leap,
The mental monitor fhall wake and weep!
For fay, than Coventry's propitious ftar,

What brighter planet on your births arose?
Or gave of fortune's gifts an ampler fhare,
In life to lavith, or by death to lofe?
Early to lofe! While, borne on bufy wing,
Ye fip the nectar of each varying bloom;
Nor fear, while basking in the beams of fpring,
The wint'ry storm that fweeps you to the tomb;
Think of her fate! revere the heavenly hand
That led her hence, tho' foon, by steps fo flow;
Long at her couch Death took his patient stand,
And menac a oft, and oft withheld the blow:
To give reflection time, with lenient art,

Each fond delution from her foul to steal;
Teach her from folly peaceably to part,
And wean her from a world the lov`d fo well.
Say, are you fure his mercy fhall extend

To you to long a fpan? Alas, ye figh! [friend,
Make then, while yet ye may, your God your
And learn with equ'd eate to fleep or die!
Nor think the Mufe, whofe fober voice ye hear,
Contracts with bigot frown her fullen brow;|
Cafts round religion's orb the mists of fear, [glow.
Or fhades with horrors what with fmiles thould
No-the would warn you with feraphic fire,
Heirs as ye are of heaven's eternal day;
Would bid you boldly to that heaven afpire,
Not fink and flumber in your cells of clay.
Know, ye were form'd to range yon azure field,
In yon ethereal founts of blifs to lave:
Force then, fecure in faith's protecting thield,
Thefting from death, thevict'ry from thegrave!
Is this the bigot's rant? Away, ye vain! [fteep:
Your hopes, your fears, in doubt, in dulinefs

Go footh your fouls in ficknefs, grief, or pair
With the fad folace of eternal fleep!
Yet will I praise you, triflers as you are,
More than thofe preachers of your fav'rite cree
Who proudly fwell the brazen throat of war,
Who from the phalanx, bid the battle bleed
Nor with for more; who conquer but to die.

Hear, Folly, hear, and triumph in the tale
Like you they reafon, not like you enjoy
The breeze of blifs that fills your filken fa
On pleafure's glitt'ring ftream ye gaily steer
Your little courfe to cold oblivion's fhore:
They dare the ftorm, and thro' th' inclement ye
Stem the rough furge, and brave the torrent


Is it for glory? That juft Fate denies;

Long must the warrior moulder in his throu
Ere from her trump the heaven-breath'd accen
That lift the hero from the fighting crowd! [ri
Is it his grafp of empire to extend?

To curb the fury of infulting foes?
Ambition, ceafe! the idle conteft end:
'Tis but a kingdom thou canft win or lose.
And why muft murder'd myriads lofe their al
(If life be all), why defolation low'r
With famith'd frown on this affrighted ball,
That thou mayft flame the meteor of an hour
Go, wifer ye, that flutter life away,

Crown with the mantling juice the goblet high
Weave the light dance, with feftive freedom g

And live your moment, fince the next ye die
Yet know, vain fceptics! know, th' Almight

Who breath'd on man a portion of his fire
Bade his free foul, by earth nor time confin'd
To heav'n, to immortality aspire.
Nor fhall the pile of hope his mercy rear'd

By vain philofophy be e'er destroy'd:
Eternity, by all or with'd or fear'd,'

Shall be by all or fuffer'd or enjoy'd!

NOTE. In a book of French verfes, intitle
Ouvres du Fhilofophe de Sans Souci, and latel
reprinted at Berlin by authority, under the tit
of Poefies Diverses, may be found an Epiftle
Marthal Keith, written profeffedly against the
immortality of the foul. By way of fpecimen
the whole, take the following lines:
De l'avenir, cher Keith, jugeons par le paffé:
Comme avant que je fuffe il n'avoit point pen
De même,après ma mort, quandtoutes mes parti
Par la corruption feront anéanties,
Par un même deftin il ne penfera plus!
Non, rien n'eft plus certain, foyons en convainc
It is to this Epistle that the latter part of th
Elegy alludes.

102. Elegy to a young Nobleman leaving t
Univerfity. Mason.
ERE yet, ingenuous youth, thy steps retire [val
From Cam's fmooth margin, and the peaceft


Where Science call'd thee to her ftudious quire,
And met thee mufing in her cloifters pale;
Olet thy friend (and may he boaft the name!)
Breathe from his artless reed one parting lay:
A lay like this thy early virtues claim,

And this let voluntary friendship pay.
Yet know, the time arrives, the dang rous time,
When all thofe virtues, op'ning now fo fair,
Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,
Muit learn each paffion's boift'rous breath to

Be ftill thyself: that open path of truth,
Which led thee here, let manhood firm pursue;
Retain the fweet fimplicity of youth;

And all thy virtue dictates dare to do.
Still fcorn, with confcious pride, the mask of art,
On vice's front let fearful caution iow`r;

And teach the diffident, difcreeter part

Of knaves that plot, and fools that fawn for pow'r.

So, round thy brow when age's honours spread.
When death's cold hand unftrings thy Ma-
fon's lyre,

When the green turf lies lightly on his head,
Thy worth fhall fome fuperior bard inspire:
He to the ampleft bounds of time's domain

On raptures plume shall give thy name to fly;
Fortruft, with rev'rence truit, this Sabine itrain,

The Mufe forbids the virtuous man to die."

There, if ambition, peftilent and pale,

Or luxury fhould taint their vernal glow;
If cold self-interest, with her chilling gale, [blow;
Should blut the unfolding bloffoms ere they
If mimic hues, by art or fashion spread,

Their genuine fimple colouring should fupply;
Omay with them thefe laureate honours fade,

And with them (if it can) my friendship die!
Then do not blame, if, tho' thyself inspire,

Cautions I ftrike the panegyric string;
The mife full oft pursues a meteor fire,
And, vainly vent`rous, foars on waxen wing:
Too actively awake at friendship's voice,

The poet's bofom pours the fervent ftrain,
Till find reflection blames the hafty choice,

And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain.
Call we the thade of Pope from that bleft bow'r,
Where thron dhe fits with many a tuneful fage;
Alk, if he ne'er bemoans that hapless hour

When St. John's name illumin'd glory's page.
Ask, if the wretch, who dar'd his mem'ry ftain;

Afik, if his country's, his religion's foe, Deferv'd the meed that Marlbro fail'd to gain; The deathless meed he only could bestow: The bard will tell thee, the misguided praise

Cloeds the celeftial funthine of his breast;
Een now, repentant of his erring lays,

He heaves a tigh amid the realms of reft.
If Pope thro'friendship fail'd, indignant view,
Yet pity, Dryden-hark, whene er he fings,
How adulation drops her courtly dew

On titled rhymers and inglorious kings!
See, from the depths of his exhauftlefs mine,
His glittring ftores the tuneful fpendthrift


$103. The Choice of Hercules: from the Greek of Prodicus. Bp. Lowth.

Now had the fon of Jove, mature, attain'd

Steps into life, and follows unreftrain'd [way.
The joyful prime; when youth, elate and gay,
Where paffion leads, or prudence points the
In the pure mind, at those ambiguous years,

Or vice, rank weed, firft ftrikes her pois nous
Or haply virtue's op'ning bud appears [root;

By juft degrees, fair bloom of faireft fruit!
For, if on youth's untainted thought impreft,
The gen'rous purpose still shall warm the manly
As on a day, reflecting on his age

For highest deeds now ripe, Alcides fought
Retirement, nurse of contemplation fage,
Step following step, and thought fucceeding

Mufing, with iteady pace the youth pursued
His walk, and loft in meditation ftray'd
Far in a lonely vale, with folitude

Converfing; while intent his mind furvey'd ›
The dubious path of life: before him lay, [way.
Here virtue's rough afcent,therepleasure'sflow ry
Much did the view divide his wav'ring mind:"
Now glow'd his breaft with gen'rous thirst of
Nowlove of eafetofofter thoughts inclin'd [fame;

When, lo! far off two female forms he spies:
Hisyielding foul,and quench'd the rifing flame:

Direct to him their steps they feem to bear;
Both large and tall, exceeding human fize;

Both, far exceeding human beauty, fair. Graceful, yet each with different grace they move; This ftriking facred awe; that, fofterwinning love. The first in native dignity furpafs'd;

Artlefs and unadorn'd the pleas'd the more; Health o'er her looks a genuine luftre caft;

A veft more white than new-fallen fnow the
August the trod, yet modest was her air; [wore:

Serene her eye, yet darting heavenly fire;
Still fhe drew near; and nearer ftill more fair,
More mild, appear'd: yet fuch as might inspire
Pleafure corrected with an awful fear;
eet, and amiably fevere.

Where fear or int'reft bids, behold they shine;
Now graceaCromwell's, now a Charles's brows.
Born with too gen'rous or too mean a heart,
Dryden! in vain to thee thofe ftores were lent;
Thy fweeteft numbers but a trifling art:

Thy frongeft diction idly eloquent.
The Empleft lyre, if truth directs its lays,
Warb a melody ne'er heard from thine:
Not to diguft with falfe or venal praise,
Was Pauell's modeft fame, and may be mine.
Go then, my friend, nor let thy candid breast
Condena me, if I check the plaufive ftring;
Go to the wayward world; complete the reft;
Be what the pureft mufe would wish to fing,


The other dame feem'd even of fairer hue;

But bold her mien, unguarded rov'd her eye,
And her flufh'd cheeks confefs'd at nearer view
The borrow'd blushes of an artful dye.
All foft and delicate, with airy fwim
Lightly the danc'd along; her robe betray'd
Thro' the clear texture every tender limb,
Height'ningthe charms it only feem'dtofhade:
And as it flow'd adown, fo loofe and thin, [skin.
Her ftature shew'd more tall,more fnowy white her
Oft with a smile she view'd herself afkance;

Even on her fhade a conscious look the threw
Then all around her caft a careless glance,
To mark what gazing eyes her beauty drew.
As they came near, before that other maid

Approaching decent, eagerly the prefs'd
With hafty ftep; nor of repulse afraid, [drefs'd;
With freedom bland the wond'ring youth ad-
With winning fondness on his neck the hung;
Sweet as the honey-dew flow'd her enchanting

"Dear Hercules, whence this unkind delay?
Dear youth, what doubts can thus diftract thy
Securely follow where I lead the way, [mind?
And range thro' wilds of pleasure unconfin'd.
With me retire from noife, and pain, and care,
Embath'd in blifs, and wrapt in endlefs eafe:
Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war;
Smooth is my way, and all my paths are peace.
With me retire, from toils and perils free,
Leave honour to the wretch! pleafures were made
for thee.

"Then will I grant thee all thy foul's defire;
All that may charm thine ear, and please thy

All that the thought can frame, or with require,
To steep thy ravifh'd fenfes in delight:
The fumptuous feast, enhanc'd with mufic's
Fittest to tune the melting foul to love, [found,
Rich odours, breathing choicett sweets around;
The fragrant bow'r,cool fountain, fhady grove;
Fresh flow'rs to ftrew thy couch, and crown thy
[thy bed.
Joy shall attend thy steps, and ease shall smooth

"These will I freely, conftantly fupply,

Pleasure's not earn'd with toil, nor mix'd with
Far from thy rest repining want thall fly, [woe;
Nor labour bathe in fweat thy careful brow.
Mature the copious harveft fhall be thine,

Let the laborious hind fubdue the foil;
Leave the rafh foldier fpoils of war to win,
Won by the foldier thou fhalt fhare the spoil:
Thefe fofter cares my belt allies employ,
New pleasures to invent, to wifh, and to enjoy."
Her winning voice the youth attentive caught:
He gaz'd impatient on the fmiling maid;
Still gaz'd, and liften'd; then her name be fought:
"My name, fair youth, is Happiness," the faid.
"Weil can my friends this envied truth maintain
They fhare my blifs, they best can speak my

Thro' Slander call me Sloth (detraction vain

Heed not what Slander, vain detractor, fay Slander,ftillprompt true merit to defame,[nam To blot the brightest worth, and blast the fai By this arriv'd the fair majestic Maid;

She all the while, with the fame modeft

Compos'd advanc'd: "Know, Hercules," the With manly tone, "thy birth of heavenly Thy tender age, that lov'd inftruction's voi Promis'd thee generous, patient,brave,andw When manhood fhould confirm thy glom : Now expectation waits to fee thee rife.[cho Rife, youth! exalt thyfelf and me; approve Thy high defcent from heaven, and dare worthy Jove. [difgui

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But what truth prompts, my tongue thall
The steep afcent must be with toil fubdue
Watching and cares muft win the lofty prize
Propos'd by Heav'n-true blifs and real go
Honour rewards the brave and bold alone;

She fpurns the timorous, indolent, and ba
Danger and toil ftand ftern before her thron
Who feeks her, muft the mighty coft fuftain,
Andguard(foJove commands) the facred pla
And pay the price of fame-labour, and
and pain.

Wouldst thou engage the gods peculiar care?
O Hercules, th' immortal pow'rs adore!
With a pure heart, with facrifice, and pray'r
Attend their altars, and their aid implore.
Or, wouldft thou gain thycountry'sloud applau
Lov'd as her father, as her god ador'd?
Be thou the bold afferter of her caufe;

In peace, in war, pursue thy country's good
Her voice in council, in the fight her fwor
For her, bare thy bold breast, and pour thy
nerous blood.

Wouldftthou, to quell theproudandlift th'oppr
In arts of war and matchless strength.exce
Firft conquer thou thyself: to eafe, to reít,
To each foft thought of pleasure, bid farew
The night alternate, due to fweet repofe,

In watches waste; in painful march, the d
Congeal'd amidit the rigorous winter's fnow

Scorch'd by the fummer's thirst-inflaming Thy harden'd limbs fhall boaft fuperior migh vigour fhall brace thine arm,refiftless inthefigh

"Hear'ft thou what monsters then thou n

What dangers, gentle youth, the bids t
(Abrupt fays Sloth)" Ill fit thy tender ag
Tumult and wars, fit age for joy and love
Turn, gentle youth, to me, to love, and joy
To thefe I lead: no monsters here fhall it
Thine eafy course; no cares thy peace anno
I lead to blifs a nearer, fmoother way:
Turn gentle youth with me eternal pleat
Short is my way, fair, easy, smooth, and plai
What pleasures, vain mistaken wretch, are
(Virtue with icorn replied)"who fleep'it in


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