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A pedlar's pack, that bows the bearer down. Bravid and defied, and in our own sea prov'd
The honours of the turf as all our own.
Where once your nobler fathers won a crown!
§ 139. Tbe Pulpit the Engine of Reformation. .
With solemn awe, that bids me well beware
With what intent I touch the holy thing) -
The pulpit (when the fat'rift has at last,
Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school,
Spent all his force and made no profelyte) –
I say the pulpit (in the fober use
Of its legitimate peculiar pow'rs)
Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world thall
Support, and ornament, of virtuc's cause.
There stands the messenger of truth; there stands
The legate of the skies: his theme divine,
His office sacred, his credentials clear.
Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet
As angels ule, the gospel whispers peace,
He stablishes the strong, rettores the weak,
Reclains the wand'rer, binds the broken heart,
And, arm'd himself in panoply complete
Of heavenly temper, furnishes with arins
Bright as his own; and trains, by ev'ry rule
Of holy discipline, to glorious war,
The facramental host of God's elect.
VENERATE the man whoic heart is warm,
Coincident, cxhibit lucid proof
That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Cow PER. Whofe actions say that they respect themselves,
, and let the streamers float But lovfe in morals, and in manners vain,
Frequent in park, with lidy at his fide,
But rare at home, and never at his books
From such apostles, O ye mitred heads,
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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
Difcipled of the bravest. He lasted long; í
But on us both did haggifh age steal on,
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
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.
(now Look bleak in žhe cold wind: withal full oft Would I were with him !--He would always we fee
sayCold wisdom waiting on fupertuous folly. (Methinks I hear him new) his plausiye wordę
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,
His death was so effccted. Better 'twere,
That all the miseries which nature owes
Were mine at once. No, come thou homet
Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
As oft it lofts all. I will be gone:
Shall I Itay here to do it? No, no, although
The air. of Paradise did fan the house,
And angels ofic'd all : I will be gone;
That pitiful rumour may report my fight,
To confolate thine car.
Custom of Seducers.
Ay, so you forve us,
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
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,
But I will eat, and drink, and sleep, as foft
As captain thall: fimply the thing I am
Who knows himself a
That every braggart thall be found an-ats.
Rust, fwerd! cool, blushez! and, l'arolles, lire
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.
I besecch your majetty to make it
What's loft molt varned.
Praising what is lost,
Makes the renembrance dear.
Let's take the inttant by the forward top
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,