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For know that death is man's appointed doom,
Know that the day of great account will come, When thy paft life fhall strictly be furvey'd,} Each word, each deed be in the balance
And all the good and all the ill most justly be repaid.
For wealth, the perishing uncertain good, Ebbing and flowing, like the fickle flood, That knows no fure, no fix'd abiding place, But wand'ring, loves from hand to hand to pafs;
Revolve the getter's joy and lofer's pain,
For know what man calls fortune is from
In what thou mayft from wifdom feek relief, And let her healing hand affuage the grief; Yet ftill whate'er the righteous doom or dains,
What cause foever multiplies thy pains,
The reas'ning art to various ends apply'd, Is oft a fure, but oft an erring guide. Thy judgment therefore found and cool preferve,
Nor lightly from thy refolution fwerve;
When fools and liars labour to perfuade, Be dumb, and let the bablers vainly plead.
This above all, this precept chiefly learn,
Let wary thought each enterprize forerun,
But thou in all thou doft, with early cares
Beware thy meddling hand in ought to try, That does beyond thy reach of knowledge ly;
But feek to know, and bend thy serious thought
Thy life with pleasure, and thy end with
Nor let the body want its part, but share A just proportion of thy tender care:
For health and welfare prudently provide, And let its lawful wants be all fupply'd. Let fober draughts refresh, and wholefome fare
Decaying nature's wafted force repair ;And fprightly exercise the duller fpirits chear.
In all things ftill which to this care belong, Obferve this rule, to guard thy foul from wrong.
By virtuous ufe thy life and manners frame, Manly and fimply pure, and free from blame.
Provoke not envy's deadly rage, but fly The glancing curfe of her malicious eye.
Seek not in needlefs luxury to waste Thy wealth and substance, with a spendthrift's hafte ;
Yet flying thefe, be watchful, left thy mind,
Be careful ftill to
guard thy foul from And let thy thought prevent thy hand and
Let not the stealing god of fleep furprize Nor creep in flumbers on thy weary eyes, E'er ev'ry action of the former day Strictly thou doft and righteously survey.
With rev'rence at thy own tribunal stand, And answer juftly to thy own demand. Where have I been? In what have I tranf
What good or ill has this day's life exprefs'd? Where have I fail'd in what I ought to do? In what to God, to man, or to myfei I owe? Inquire fevere whate'er from firft to laft, From morning's dawn 'till ev'ning's gloom is past.
If evil were thy deeds, repenting mourn,
These thoughts, and chiefly these, thy mind
Employ thy study, and engage thy love. These are the rules which will to virtue lead, And teach thy feet her heav'nly paths to tread. This by his name I fwear, whofe facred lore First to mankind explain'd the myftick Four, Source of eternal nature and almighty pow'r.
In all thou doft first let thy pray'rs afcend," And to the gods thy labours firft commend; From them implore success, and hope a pro-f
So fhall thy abler mind be taught to foar,
Immortal gods and mortal men to know.
So fhalt thou learn what pow'r does all con. troul,
What bounds the parts, and what unites the whole :
And rightly judge, in all this wond'rous frame, How univerfal nature is the fame.
So fhalt thou ne'er thy vain affections place
Man, wretched man, thou fhalt be taught to know,
Who bears within himself the inborn cause of
Unhappy race! that never yet could tell How near their good and happiness they dwell.
Depriv'd of fenfe, they neither hear nor] fee;
Fetter'd in vice, they feek not to be free,
The weight that loads 'em makes 'em roll on still,
Bereft of choice, and freedom of the will.
Would't thou, great Jove, thou Father
Reveal the demon for that task affign'd,