Forbear to envy.

Such is that room which one rude beam divides, , § 123. The Reason for describing the Vices of And naked rafters form the floping sides ;

the Village. CRABBE. Where the vile bands that bind the thatch are seen, YET why, you aik, these humble crimes relate, And larh and mud are all that lie between;

Why make the poor as guilty as the great ?
Save one dull pane, tłrat, coarsely patch’d, gives way To Thew the great, thote mightier tons of pride,
To the rude tempest, yet excludes the day:

How near in vice che lowest are allied;
Here, on a matted fuck, with dust o'erspread, Such are their natures, and their pallions such,
The drooping wretch reclines his languid head; But these diguite too little, those too much :
For him no hand the cordial cup applies,

So fhall the man of pow'r and pleasure fee
Nor wipes the tear that stagnates in his eyes; In his own save as vile a wretch as he;
No friends with soft discourse his pain beguile, In his luxuriant lord the servant find
Nor promise hope till sicknets wears a smile. His own low pleasures and degenerate mind:

And each in all the kindred vices trace
§ 127. Description of a Country Aporhecary. Of a poor, blind, bewilder'd, crring race ;

CRABBE. Who, a short time in varicd fortune paft,
BUT soon a loud and hafty fummons calls,

Die, and are equal in the dust at last.
Shakes the thin roof, and échocs roundthewalls: And you, ye poor, who still lament your fate,
Anon a tigure enters, quaintly ncat,

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you reckon great; All pride and bus'ness, bustle and conceit;

And know, amid thosé bletlings they possess,
With looks unalter'd by these scenes of woe,

They are, like you, the victims of distress;
With Ipced that, entering, speaks his hafte to go; Fcar waits on guilt, and Danger shakes thebrave.

While Sloth with many a pang torments her llave,
He bids the gazing throng around him fly,
And carries fate and physic in his eye ;
A potent quack, long vers'd in human ills, 130. Apology for Vagrants. AXON.
Who tirst insults the victim whoin he kills; FOR him, who, loft to ev'ry hope of life,
Whofe murd'rous hand a drowsy bench prorcet,

Has long with fortune held uncqual strife,
And whose most tender mercy is negle&t.

Known to no human love, no human care,
Paid by the parish for attendance here,

The friendless, homeless object of despair ;
He wears contempt upon his fapient sneer; For the poor vagrant feel, while he complains,
In haste he seeks the bed where misery lies,

Nor from fad freedom send to ladder chains.
Impatience mark'd in his averted eyes; Alike, if folly or misfortune brought
And, tome habitual queries hurried o’er,

Thore last of woes his cvil days have wrought;
Without reply, he rushes on the door :

Reliure with focial mercy, and with me,
His drooping patient, long inur'd to pain, Folly's misfortune in the first degree.
And long unheeded, knows remonfirance vain ; Perhaps on some inhospitable thore
He ceales now the feeble help to crave

The houseless wretch a widow'd parent bore ;
Of man, and mutely haftens to the grave.

Who, then no more by golden prospects led,
Of the poor Indian beggar'd a leafy bed.

Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain,
§ 128. Description of a Country Clergyman Perhaps that parent mourn'd her soldier 11ain ;
visiting the Sick.

CRABEE.

Bent o'er her babc, her eye dissolv'd in dew,
BUT ere his death fume pious doubts arise, The big drops mingling with the milk he drew,
Some simple fiars which “ bold bad” men Gave the fad presage of his future years,
defpile;

The child of misery, baptiz'd in tears !
Fain would he ask the parish priest to prove
His title certain to the joys above;

§ 131. Epifle to a young Gentleman, on his For this he fends the murmuring nurse, who calls

leaving Eton School. By Dr. ROBERTS. The holy stranger to these dismal walls;

now a nobler scene auakes thy care, And doth not he, the pious man, appear,

Since inanhood dawning, to fair Gruntist'wrs,
He, “ palling rich with forty pounds a year :"

Where once in life's gay spring I lov'd in roam,
Ah no! a fhepherd of a different stock, Invites thy willing steps; accept, dear youth,
And far unlike him, feeds this little flock; This parting strain; accept the fervent pray'r
A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task Of him who loves thee with a passion pure
As much as God or man can fairly aik ; As ever friendthip dropp'd in human heart;
The reft he gives to loves and labours light, The prayer, That he who guides the hand of youth
To fields the morning, and to feaits the night; Thro' all the puzzled and perplexed round
None better skill’d the noisy pack to guide, Of life's meand'ring path, upon thy head
To urge their chace, to cheer them or to chide; May shower down every bleiling, every joy,
Sure in his thot, his game he feldom miss'd, Which health, which virtue, and which fame can
And seldom fail'd to win his game at whist;
Then, while such honours bloom around his heal, Yet think not I will deign to flatter thee:
Shall he fit fadly by the fick man's bed, Shall hc, the guardian of thy faith and truth,
To raise the hope he feels not, or with 7cal The guide, the pilot of thy tender years,
To combat fcars that ev'n the pious feel? Teach thy young heart to feel a fpurious glow

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At undeserved praise? Perish the slave

The dregs and feculence of ev'ry land.
Whose venal breath in youth's unpractis'd ear In cities, foul example on most minds
Pours poilon’d Aattery, and corrupts the soul Begets its likeness. Rank abundance breeds
With vain conceit; whose base ungenerous art In grofs and pamper'd citics lloth and lust,
Fawns on the vice, which some with honest hand | And wantonness, and gluttonous excels.
Have torn for ever from the blceding brcaft. In cities, vicc is hidden with most casc,

Say, gentle youth, remember'ít thou the day Or seen with Icast reproach ; and virtue, taught
When o'er thy tender shoulders first I hung By frequent lapte, can hope no triumph there
The golden lyre, and taught thy trembling hand Beyond th’achievement of fuccetsful Night.
Totouch th’accordantstrings: From that blest hour I do confess them nurs'ries of the arts,
I've seen thee panting up the hill of faine ; In which they flourish most; whore, in the beams
Thy little heart beat high with honeft' praise, Of warın encouragement, and in the cye
Thy chcek was flushd, and oft thy sparkling eye of public note, they reach their perfect fize.
Shot flames of young ambition. Never quench Such London is, by taste and wealth proclain 'd
That generous ardour in thy virtuous breast. The fairest capital of all the world,
Sweet is the concord of harmonious sounds, By riot and incontinence the worst.
When the foft lute or pcaling organ strikes There, touch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank becomes
The well-attemper'd ear; fiveet is the breath A lucid mirror, in which Natuie lees
Of honest love, when nymph and gentle Twain

All her rcficéted features. Bacon there
Waft fighs alternate to cach other's heart: Gives more than female beauty to a stone,
But nor the concord of harmonious sounds, And Chatham's cloquence to marble lips.
When the soft lute or pealing organ Strikes Nor does the chilel occupy alone
The well-attemper'd ear; nor the sweet breath The pow'rs of sculpture, but the style as much;
Of honest love, when nymph and gentle Twain

Each rrovince of her art her equal care.
Waft fighs alternate to cach other's heart, With nice incision of her guided steel
So clierin with ravishment the raptur'd fense,

She ploughs a blazen field, and clothes a foil As docs the voice of well-deferv'd report So fterile with what charms foc'er she will, Strike with fivcet mclody the conscious soul. The richest tocnory, and the loveliest forms,

On ev'ry object thro' the giddy world Where finds philviophy her cagle eye,
Which fashion to the dazzled eye prefents, Wish which ihe gazes at yon burning disk
Fresh is the glofs of newnels; look, dear youtlı, Undazzied, and detects and counts his spots ?
O lock, but not admire : 0 let not there

In London. Where her implements exact,
Ralu from thy noble hcart the fair records With which the calculates, computes, and icans,
Which youth and education planted there : All distance, motion, magnitude; and now
Let not affection's full impetuous tide,

Measures an atom, and now girds a world?
Which riors in thy generous breatt, be check'd

In London. 'Where has comincrce such a mart,
By feltish carcs; nor let the idle jcers

So rich, to throug'd, so drain'd, and to supplied
Of laughing fools make thee forget thyfelf. As London, opulert, enlarg d, and still
When didit thou hear a tender tale of woe, Increasing London ? Babylon af old
And feel thy heart at reit? Have I not icon Not more the glary of the earth, than the
In thy swoln eye the tear of lympaihy, A more accomplish'd world's chief glory noiv.
The milk of liuman kindness Tihen didst thou, She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two
With envy rankling, bear a rival prais'd? That so much beauty would do well to purge ;
When didit thou flight the wretch:ed: When de- And thew this queen of cities, that fo fair
The modest humble fuit of poverty?

[ipifc May yet be foul, fo witty yet not witc. The!c virtues still be thine ; nor ever Icarn It is not foemnly, nor of good report, To look with cold eye on the charities

That she is lluik in discipline; inore prompt
Of brother, or of parents ; think on those T'avenge than to prevent thc brcach of laiva
Whofe anxious caic thro'chiidhood's Nippery path That she is rigid in denouncing death
Sustain i thy feeble ficps; whose cvery with On petty robbers, and indulges life
Is waited till to thee; remember those,

And liberty, and oft-times honour too,
Even in thy heart while meinory holds her seat. To peculators of the public gold.
And oft as to thy inind thou shalt recal Thütthieves at home must hang ; but he that puts
The firtet companions of thy earlict years, Into his overgorg'd and bloated purie
Mates of thy sport, and rivals in the Itrife The wealth of Indian provinces, elcapes.
Of cvery gerre cus art, remember me.

Nor is it well, nor can it come to good,

That, through profane and infidel contempt § 132. Great Cities, and London in particular, Of holy writ, she has presum'd t'annul

allowed their due Praise. CowPER. And abrogate, as roundly as the may, BUT tho' true worth and virtue in the mild The total ordinance and will of God; And genial foil of cultivated life

Advancing fashion to the poit of truth,
Thrive mott, and may perhaps thrive only there, And cent'ring all authority in modes
Yet not in cities oft ; in proud, and gay, And customs of her own, till Sabbath rites
And gain-devoted cities. Thither Aow, Have dwindled into unrespected forms,
A to a common and most noisome fewer, And knces and laffocks are well nigh-d. vored,

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God made the country and man made the town. Their good old friend ; and Discipline at length,
What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts O'crlook'd and unemploy’d, fell fick and dicd.
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught Then Study languith'd, Emulation Nept,
That life holds out to all, should most abound, And Virtue Aed. The schools became a scene
And least be threaten’d, in the fields and groves ? Of solemn farce, where ignorance in stilts,
Poflets ye therefore, ye who, borne about His

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well lin'd with logic not his own, In chariots and sedaus, know no fatigue With parrot tongue perform'd the scholar's part, But that of idleness, and taste no scenes

Proceeding soon a graduated Dunce. But such as art contrives, poffefs ye still Then Compromise had place, and Scrutiny Your element ; there only ye can thinc, Became stone-blind, Precedence went in truck, There only minds like yours can do no harm. And he was competent whosc purse was fo. Our groves were planted to console at noon A dissolution of all bonds ensued : The pensive wand'rer in their shades. At eve The curbs invented for the mulish mouth The moon-beam, siding softly in between Of headstrong youth were broken; bars and bolts The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish; Grew rusty by disuse; and maffy gates Birds warbling, all the music. We can spare Forgot their office, op’ning with a touch; The fplendour of your lamps; they but eclipse

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gowns at length are found mere masquerade; Our cofter satellite. Your fongs confound The taffel'd cap and the spruce band a jest, Our more harmonicus notes. The thrush departs A mock'ry of the world. What need of these Scar'd, and th' offended nightingale is mute. For gamesters, joekies, brothellers impure, There is a public mischief in your mirth ; Spendthrifts, and booted sportsmen, oft'ner seen It plagues pour country. Folly such as yours, With belted waist, and pointers at their heels, Gracd with a sword, and worthier of a fan, Than in the bounds of duty? What was learn'd, Has made, which cnemies could ne'er have done, If aught was learn'd in childhood, is forgot ; Our arch of empire, steadfast but for you,

And luch expence as pinches parents blue,
A inutilated structure, foon to fall.

And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,
Is squander'd in pursuit of idle sports

And vicious plealurcs; buys the boy a name, $ 133. The Want of Difcipline in the English That fits a ftigma on his father's house, Universities.

Cow PER. And cleaves through lifc infeparably close
IN
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To him that wcars it. What can after-games When learning, virtue, picty, and truth, Of riper joys, and commerce with the world, Were precious, and inculcated with care,

The lewd vain world that must receive him toon, There dwelt a lage calld Discipline. His head

Add to such crudition thus acquir'd, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Where science and where virtue are profess'd? Büljoke him past the bounds of freak ith youth, They may confirm his habits, river fátt But strong for service still, and unimpair'd. His folly; but to spoil him is a task Ilis eye was mcck and gentle, and a imile

That bids defiance to th’united pow'rs Play'd on his lips, and in his speech was hcard Of fashion, dillipation, taverns, stews. Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love.

Now, blame we most the nurslings or the nurse? The occupation dearest to his heart

The children crook’d, and twisted, and deform’d Was to encourage goodnels. He would stroke Through want of carc, or her whose winking eye The head of modeft and ingenuous worth And lumb’ring ofcitancy mars the brood ? That bluth'd at its own prailc, and press the youth The nurse no doubt, Regardless of her charge, Close to his side that pleas’d him. Learning grew, She needs herself correction ; needs to learn, Bencath his care, a thriving vigorous plant;

That it is dang'rous sporting with the world, The mind was well inforın d, the pailions held

With things fo facred as a nation's trust, Subordinate, and diligence was choice.

The nurture of her youth, her dearest pledge. Ifcer it chanc'd, as lometimes chance it must, That one among to many overleap'd

§ 134. Happy the Freedom of the Man whom The limits of controul, his gentle cye

Grace makes free-His Relish of the Works of Grew ftern, and darted a severe rebuke;

God-Address to the Creator. Cow PER. His frown was full of terror, and his voice

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe,

And all are slaves beside. There's not a chairs As left him not till penitence had won

That hellish foes confcd'rate for his harm Loft favour back again, and clos'd the breach. Can wind around him, but he casts it off But Discipline, a faithful servant long,

With as much ease as Samson his green withes. Declin'd at length into the vale of years : He looks abroad into the varied field

A pally struck his arm; his Iparkling eyc Of Nature; and tho'poor, perhaps, compar'd Was quench'd in rheums of age; his voice un- With those whose mansions glitter in his light, ftrung

Calls the delightful scen’ry all his own.
Grew tremulous, and mov'd derision more His are the mountains, and the valleys his,
Than rev’rence in perverse rebellious youth. And the resplendent rivers ; his t'enjoy
So collcges and halls neglected much

With a propriety that none can feel,

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But who, with filial confidence inspir’d, Of ignorance vill then the overlook'd,
Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, A ray of heavenly light gilding all forms
And smiling fay-My Father made them all : Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute,
Are they not his by a peculiar right?

The unambiguous footsteps of the God
And by an emphalis of int'reft his,

Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing,
Whole eye they fill with tears of holy joy, And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.
Whose heart with praise, and whofc cxalted mind Much convertant with Heaven, she often holds
With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love With those fair ministers of light to 'man,
That plann’d, and built, and still upholds a world, That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp,
So cloth'd with beauty, for rebellious man? Sweet conference; enquires what strains were they
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your garners, ye that reap With which heaven rang, when cv'ry star, in hafte
The loaded foil, and ye may waste much good To gratulate the new-created carth,
In senfeless riot ; but ye will not find

Sent forth a voice, and all the fons of God
In fcaft or in the chace, in song or dance, Shouted for joy—“Tell me, ye shining hosts,
A liberty like his, who, unimpeach'd

“ That navigate a sea that knows no ttorms,
Of ufurpation, and to no man's wrong,

“ Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud,
Appropriates nature as his Father's work, “If fro!n your elevation, whence ye view
And has a richer use of yours than you. “ Distinctly scenes invisible to man,
He is indeed a freeman; free by birth

“ And systeins of whose birth no tidings yet
Of no mean city, plann'd or e'er the hills “ Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a racc
Were built, the fountains op-n'd, or the sea “ Favour'd as ours, transgreitors from the womb,
With all his roaring multitude of waves. “ And hafting to a grave, yet doom'd to rile,
His freedom is the time in ev'ry state,

“ And to poflcís a brighter heaven than yours?
And no condition of this changeful life, “ As one who, long detain'd on foreign shores
So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day

“ Pants to return, and when he sees afar (rocks
Brings its own evil with it, makes it less : “ His country's weather-blcach'd and batter'd
For he has wings that neither fickness, pain, “ From the green wave emerging, darts an eye
Nor penury, can cripple or confine;

“ Radiant with joy towards the happy land ;
No ncok so narrow but he spreads them there “ So I with animated hopes behold,
With ease, and is at large. Th’oppressor holds “ And many an aching with, your beamy fires,
His body bound, but knows not what a range “That shew like beacons in the blue abyss,
His fpirit takes, unconscious of a chain ; “Ordain'd to guide th'embodied 1pirit home
And that to bind him is a vain attempt,

" From toilsome life to never-ending reft.
Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells. “ Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires
Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste “ That give assurance of their own success,
His works. Admitted once to his embrace, “ And that infus'd from heaven muft thithertond,"
Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before: So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth
Thine

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thall be instructed ; and thine heart, Illuminates ; thy lamp, mysterious word !
Made púre, shall relish with divine delight, Which whoto lics no longer wanders loft,
Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. With intellcets bemaz'd, in endless doubt,
Brutes graze the mountain-top with faces prone, But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hatt built,
And eyes intent upon the scanty hcrb

With incans that were pot till by thce employ'd,
It yields them; or, recumbent on its brow, Worlds that had never been, hadít thou in Itrength
Ruminate, heedless of the feene outpread Been less, or less benevolent than strong.
Beneathr, beyond, and stretching far away They are thy witnesses, who speak thy pow's
Proin inland regions to the distant main. And goodneis infinite, but speak in cars
Man views it and admires, but rells content That hear not, or receive not their report.
With what he views. The landscape has his praise, In vain thy crcatures teftify of thee
Ne not it Author. Unconcern'd who form'd Till thou proclaim thyself. Theirs is indeed
Tiite para lile he fecs, he finds it such;

A tcaching voice; buí 'tis the praise of thine,
sind, luch weli-plcas d to find it, aiks no more. That whoin it teaches it makes prompt to learn,
Not to the mind that has been touch'd from Heaven, | And with the boon gives talents for its use.
And in the school of sacred wisdom taught Till chou art heard, imaginations vain
Torcad his wonders, in whofe thought the world, Policís the heart, and fables falle as hell,
Fair as it is, cxifted cre it was:

Yet deemd oracular, lure down to death
Not for its own fake merely, but for his

The uninform’d and hcedlcts tons of men.
Much more who fashion'd it, he gives it praise; We give tochancc,blind chance,ourselves as blind,
Praise that, froin carth resulting, as it ought, The glory of thy work, which yet appears
To earth's acknowledy'd Sovereign, finds at once Perfečt and unimpeachable of blame,
Its only just proprietor in Him.

Challenging human fcrutiny, and prov'd
The foul that fecs him, or receives fublim d Then Ikiiful most when most feverely judg'd.
New faculries, or learns at least t'employ Bur chance is not, or is not where thou rcign'st:
MIcre worthily thc pow'rs the own'd before, Thy providence forbids that fickle pow'r
Dilierne in si things, whiat with stupid gaze (If pow's the be that works but to confound)

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To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws. And defolates a nation at a blast.
Yet thus we doat, refusing while we can Forth steps the fpruce philosopher, and telis
Instruction, and inventing to ourselves

Of homogencal and discordant springs Gods luchas guilt makes welcome, Gods that sleep, And principles; of cautes, how they work Or disregard our follies, or that fit

By necessary laws their sure effects, Amus'i lpectators of this bustling Itage.

Of action and re-action. He has found Thce we rejcct, unable to bide

The source of the discafe that Nature fecis, Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure,

And bids the world take heart, and banish fcar. Made luch by thee, we love thce for that cause Thou fool! will thy discovery of the cause For which we shunn'd and hated thee before. Suspend th'effect or heal it ? Has not God Then we are free: then liberty like day Still wrought by means since first he madetheworld? Breaks on the foul, and by a fiáth from Heaven And did he not of old employ his means Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

To drown it: What is his creation lets A voice is heard that mortal cars hcar not Than a capacious reservoir of incans Till thou haft touch'd them; 'tis the voice of song, Form'd for his use, and ready at his will? A loud Hofanna sent from all thy works, Go, dress thine eyes with eye-lalve; ask of him, Which he that hears it with a thout repeats, Or ask of whomfoever he has taught, Aud adds his rapture to the gen’ral praise. And learn, tho'late, the genuine caule of all. In that blest moment, Nature throwing wide Her vil opakc, disclotes with a smile The Author of her beauties, who, retir'd § 136. Rural Sounds as well as Sig bts delightful. Behind his own creation, works unicen

Cow PER }}v the impure, and hears his pow'r denied. NOR rural fights alone, but rural sounds Thou art ihe fource and centre of all minds,

Exhilarate the spirit, and restore Their only point of rest, Eternal Word! The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, From the departing, they are lost, and rove That livecp thie Ikirt of fome far-fjrcading wood At random, without honour, hope, or peace.

Of ancient growth, make music not unlike From thee is all that soothes the life of man, The dath of occan on his winding thore, His high endeavour, and his glad success, And lull the fpirit while they fill the mind, Ilis strength to fuffer, and his will to serve. Unnumber'd branches waving in the blatt, But, ()! thou bounteous Giver of all good, And all their leaves fast futt'ring all at once. Thou art of all thy gifts thyfelf the crown! Nor less composure waits upon the roar Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;

Of dittant floods, or on the softer voice And with thce rich, take what thou wilt away. Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that flip

Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall

Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length § 135. That Philofopby which fiops at Secondary In marted grafs, that with a livelier green Cavfis, reproved. COW PER.

Betrays the secret of their filent courie. HAPPY the man who fees a God employd

Naturc inanimate cmploys sweet founds, In all the good and ill that chequer life!

But animated nature liveeter still, Rcfolving all events, with their cffetts

To footh and satisfy the human ear. And manifold results, into the will

Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one And arbitration wise of the Supreme.

The live-long night: nor these alone, whose notes Did not his eye rule all things, and intend Nice-finger d art must emulate in vain, The least of our concerns (since from the least But cawing rooks, and kites that swim fublime The greatest oft originate); could chance In still repeated circles, screaming loud, Find place in his dominion, or dispose

The jay, the pye, and even the boding owl One lawlets particle to thwart his plan;

That hails the rising moon, have charms for me. Then God might be surpris d, and unforeseen Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh, Contingence might alarm him, and disturb

Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns, The smooth and equal course of his affairs. And only there, pleale highly for thcir lake. This truth, philofophy, though eagle-eyed In nature's tendencies, oft overlooks ; And, having found his instrument, forgets

$ 137. The Wearifomeness of wbat is commonly Or disregards, or, more presumptuous still,

called a Life of Pleasure.

COW PER. Denies the power that wields it. God proclaims THE Spleen is feldom felt where Flora reigus; hot men

The lowring eye, the petulance, the frown, That live an atheist life; involves the heaven And sullen sadness, that o'erthade, distort, In tempefts; quits his grasp upon the winds, And mar the face of beauty, when no cause And gives them all their fury; bids a plague For such immeasurable woe appears; Kindle a fiery bile upon the skin,

These Flora banishes, and gives the fair And putrefy the breath of blooming health. Sweet smiles and bloom, less transient than her own. He calls for famine ; and the meagre fiend It is the constant revolution, ftale jsous mildew from between his thrivell'd lips, And tasteless, of the same repeated joys, And taints the golden ear: he springs his mines, " That palls and satiates, and makes languid life

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