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A pedlar's pack, that bows the bearer down. Bravid and defied, and in our own sea prov'd
Health suffers, and the spirits ebb; the heart Too weak for those decisive blows, that once
Recoils from its own choice at the full feaft Insur'd us mast'ry there, we yet retain
Is familh'd finds no inusic in the fung, Some small pre-eminence ; we justly boast
No smartness in the jeft, and wonders why. At least superior jockeyship, and claim
Yet thousands still desire to journey on,

The honours of the turf as all our own.
Though halt and weary of the path they tread. Go then, well worthy of the praise ye fetk,
The paralytic, who can hold her cards, And shew the shame ye inight conceal at home,
But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand In foreign eyes !-be grooms, and win the plate,
To deal and thuffie, to divide and sort

Where once your nobler fathers won a crown!
Her mingled suits and fequences, and fits
Spectatress both and spectacle, a sad

§ 139. Tbe Pulpit the Engine of Reformation. .
And silent cypher, while her proxy plays.

Others are dragg'd into the crowded rooin
Between supporters; and, once seated, sit, THE pulpit therefore (and I name it, fill'd

With solemn awe, that bids me well beware
Through downright inability to risc,

With what intent I touch the holy thing) -
Till the fout bearers lift the corpse again.

The pulpit (when the fat'rift has at last,
These speak a loud memento. Yet even these

Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school,
Themselves love life, and cling to it; as he

Spent all his force and made no profelyte) –
That overhangs a torrent, to a twig.

I say the pulpit (in the fober use
They love it, and yet loath it; fear to die,

Of its legitimate peculiar pow'rs)

Yet scorn the purposes for which they live.
Then wherefore not renounce them ? Nothe The most important and effcctual guard,

Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world thall

Support, and ornament, of virtuc's cause.
The savish dread of solitude, that brecds
RefleEtion and remorse, the fear of shame,

There stands the messenger of truth; there stands

The legate of the skies: his theme divine,
And their invet'rate habits--all forbid.
Whom call we gay? That honour has been long By him the violated law speaks out

His office sacred, his credentials clear.
The boast of mere pretenders to the name.
The innocent are gay—the lark is

Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet

As angels ule, the gospel whispers peace,
That dries his feathers, saturate with dew,

He stablishes the strong, rettores the weak,
Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams

Reclains the wand'rer, binds the broken heart,
Of day-spring overshoot his humble neft.

And, arm'd himself in panoply complete
The peasant too, a witness of his song,
Himself a songster, is as gay as he.

Of heavenly temper, furnishes with arins
But save me from the gaiety of those

Bright as his own; and trains, by ev'ry rule
Whose head-achs nail them to a noon-day bed;

Of holy discipline, to glorious war,

The facramental host of God's elect.
And save me too from theirs whose haggard eyes
Flash desperation, and betray their pangs
For property ftripp'd off by cruel chance; $ 140. The Petit-Maitre Clergyman. Cowser.
From gaiety that fills the bones with pain,


VENERATE the man whoic heart is warm,
The mouth with blafphemy, the heart with woc. Whose hands are pure, ivhose doctrine and whole

Coincident, cxhibit lucid proof


That he is honest in the sacred cause.
§ 138. Satirical Review of our Trips to France. To fuch I render more than mere respect,

Cow PER. Whofe actions say that they respect themselves,
NOW hoift the fail

, and let the streamers float But lovfe in morals, and in manners vain,
L'pon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck In conversation frivolous, in dress
With lavender, and sprinkle liquid sweets, Extreme, at once rapacious and profusc;
That no rude favour maritime invade

Frequent in park, with lidy at his fide,
The note of nice nobility. Breathe soft Ambling and prattling scandal as he goes ;
Ye clarionets, and softer still ye flutes,

But rare at home, and never at his books
That winds and waters, lull'd by magic founds, Or with his pen, save when he scrawls a card;
May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore. Constant at routs, familiar with a round
True, we have lost an empire--lee it pass. Of lady thips, a stranger to the poor;
Tiue, we may thank the perfidy of France, Ambitious of preferment for its gold,
That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown, And well prepar'd by ignorance and Roth,
With all the cunning of an envious fhrew : By infidelity and love oth'world,
And let that pass--twas but a trick of state, To make God's work a finecure: a slave
A brave man knows no malice, but at once To his own pleasures, and his patron's pridem
Forgets, in peace, the injuries of war,

From such apostles, O ye mitred heads,
And gives his direft foe a friend's embrace. Preserve the church ! and lay not careless hands
And, Tham'd as we have been, to the very beard | On fculls that cannot teach, and will not learng



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$1. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. Tbe Remedy of Evils generally in ourselves,


Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,'

Which we ascribe to Heaven. The fated sky

Gives us frec scope; only doth backward puit BE thou blet, Bertram, and succced thy father,

In manners as in thape ; thy blood and virtue Our flow designs, when ive ourselves are dull. Contend for empire in thce, and thy goodness

Impossible be itrange attempts to those Share with thy birth-right. Love all; trust a few; That weigh their pain in lente, and do suppose Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy

What hath been, cannot be. Who ever (trove Rather in power ihan use; and keep thy friend

To thew her merit, that did miss her love? Under thy own life's key: be check'd for filence, Characier of a noble Courtier, by an old But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more

Cotemporary. will That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck

King. I would I had that corporal soundness down,

As when thy father and myself in friendship Fall on thy head!

First tried our foldierthip! He did look far Too ambitious Love.

Into the service of the time, and was
I am undone's there is no living, none,

Difcipled of the bravest. He lasted long; í
If Bertram be away.
It were all one,

But on us both did haggifh age steal on,
That I thould love a bright particular star,

And wore us out of act.

It much repairs me And think to wed it, he is so above me!

To talk of your good father. In his youth In his bright radiance and collateral light

He had the wit which I can well observe Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

To-day in our young Lords; but they may jest, Th'ambition in my love thus plagues itself;

Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, The hind, that would be mated by the lion,

Ere they can hide their levity in honour; Muft die for love.: 'Twas pretty, tho' a plague, So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness To see him every hour; to fit and draw

Were in his pride or sharpneis; if they were, His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,

His equal had awak'd them, and his honour, In our heart's uable: heart, too capable

Clock to itself, knew the true minute when Of cvery line and trick of his fiveet favour! Exception bid bim speak; and at that time But now he's

gone, and

idolatrous fancy

His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were belowhim Muft fanétify his relics.

He us d as creatures of another place,

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, A parafitical, vain Cowardo

Making them proud of his humility, I know him a notorious liar ; In their poor praise he humbled: such a man Think him a great way foud, solely a coward; Might be a copy to these younger times; Yet these fix'd evils fit fo fit in hin,

Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them That they take place, when virtue's steely bones But goers backward.

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He scatter'd not in ears; bu: grafted them Of the none-sparing war? And is it I [thou To grow there, and to bear; Let me not live'. That drive thice from the sportive court, whers (Thus iis good melancholy oft began,

Waft Thot at with fair eyes, to be the alark On the catastrophe and hcel of pastime,

Of smoky musquets you leaden mellengers

? O When it was out) Let me not live,' quoch he, That ride upon the violent speed of fire, • After my flame lacks oil; to be the inuff Fly with falle ain; muve tre ftill-piecing air, • Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive tenses That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord! . All but new things disdain; whose judgments Whoever thoots at him, I set him there:

[ancies Whoever charges on his forward breaft,
• Mere fathers of their garments; whose con- I am the caitist that do hold him to it:
• Expire before their fathions.'-This he wished. And tho' I kill hiin not, I am the cause
I, after him, do after him with too

His death was so effccted. Better 'twere,
(Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home) I met the raving lion, when he roar'd
I quickly were diffolved from my hive, With tharp constraint of hunger: better 'cwero
To give some tabourer room.

That all the miseries which nature owes

Were mine at once. No, come thou homet
Idolatrous Worship.

Thus, Indian like,

Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
Religious in mine error, I adore

As oft it lofts all. I will be gone:
The Sun, that looks upon his worthipper, My being here it is, that holds thee hence,
But know of him no more!

Shall I Itay here to do it? No, no, although
Mean Infiruments often successful.

The air. of Paradise did fan the house,
What I can do, can do no hurt to try,

And angels ofic'd all : I will be gone;

That pitiful rumour may report my fight,
set up your teft ’gainst remedy.

To confolate thine car.
He that of greatest u orks is finisher,
Oft docs them by the weakofi minister;

Custom of Seducers.
So holy writ in babes hath judgment thewn,

Ay, so you forve us,
When judges have been babes; great foods Till eve ferve you; but when you have our roscana
have town

You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
From Simple fources; and great seas have dried, And mock us with our barcnels,
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there,

Where most it promises; and oft it hits

Mine honour's such a ring: Where hope is coldcft, and despair most fits. Mv chastity's the jewel of our houfe, Honour due to personal Virtile, not to Lirih.

Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Strange is it, that our bloods, [gether,

Which were the greatest obloquy i'th' world Whole colour, weight, and heat, pour'd out to

In me to lote. Wouid quite confound distinction, yet itand off

Cowardly Braggart. In differences to mighty. If the be

Yet am I thankful : if my hcart were great,
All that is virtuous (save what thou disik'it, 'Twould burst at this : Captain I'll be no more;
A poor plıyfician's daughter), thou diilik'it

But I will eat, and drink, and sleep, as foft
Of virtue for the name. But do not fo-
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, Shall make me live.

As captain thall: fimply the thing I am

Who knows himself a
The place is dignified by the doer's decd.

Where great addition swells, and virtuc none, Let hiin fear this; for it will come to pass,
It is a dropfied honour; good alone
Is good, without a name; vileness is fo:

That every braggart thall be found an-ats.

Rust, fwerd! cool, blushez! and, l'arolles, lire
The property, Ly what it is, should
Not by the title. She is young, wile, fair;

Safeit in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! in'thele, to nature she's immediate heir;

Thure's place and means for evory-man alive. And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,

The Rabness of Youtb excufid.
Which challenges itself as honours born

I besecch your majetty to make it
And is not likc the fire. Honours thrive, Natural rebellion, done'i'the blide of youth,
When rather from our acts we them derive When oil and fire, too strong for reaton's force,
Than our fore-goers: the more word's a llave O’erbcars it, and burns on.
Debauch'd on every tomb, on every grate;
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb,

What's loft molt varned.
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb

Praising what is lost,
Wf honour'd bones indecd.

Makes the renembrance dear.
Self Accufation of too great Love.

Again Deloy.

Let's take the inttant by the forward top
Poor lord! is't I
That cfrase chce from thy country, and expose

For we are old, and ou our quick It decrees

Th’inaudible and noiseless foot of time Thore tender limbs of thine to the event

Stoals, ere we can effcct them,

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