Leave them to God above, him ferve and fear;
Of other Creatures, as him pleases best,
Wherever plac'd, let him difpofe: joy thou
In what he gives to thee, this Paradife

And thy fair Eve; Heav'n is for thee too high
For thee to know what paffes there; be lowly wife:
Think only what concerns thee and thy Being;
Dream not of other Worlds, what Creatures there
Live, in what ftate, condition or degree
Contented that thus far hath been revealed
Not of Earth only but of higheft Heav'n.

I cannot help taking particular notice of the eight laft lines of our great blind Poet, and find in me a ready disposition, to cry out with Zophar, (Job 11. 7.) Canft thou by fearching find out God? Canft thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as Heaven, what canft thou do? Deeper than Hell, what canft thou know? The. measure thereof is longer than the Earth, and broader than the Sea. And alas! Notwithstanding fuch a powerful difcouragement, vain Man covets at least to be thought wife. In plain; Humility is an excellent Virtue, and yet we are all proud enough: Nay, there may be, and indeed often is a great deal of fecret Pride, in the very faireft pretences to Humility. I fhall finish this

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11. My dear Friend, Farewell! And I wish I could for ever bid adieu to this bewitching fin of Pride, that haunts me like an Evil Genius: But that (I fear) is much too difficult a task for me to overcome; for yesterday morning, it would fain have tempted me to begin another Letter; and it certainly would have fucceeded, had not a Verfe in the first Leffon for Evening Service determined me to the contrary, viz. Ecclefiaftes xii. 12. Of making many Books there is no end, and much Study is a weariness of the Flefh. I fhould not be easily tired by continuing longer in this Epiftolatory way of Correfpondence; but am fully convinced, that my Faculty of Writing on, would not foon terminate, because a Person whofe Talent lies in this Vein, has an inexhausti

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