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TWO O DE S.
The former on
Good-Nature, the latter against Ill-Nature.
On GOO D-N A TURE.
AIL cherub of the highest Heav'n,
Celestial sweetness, exquifite of mien,
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth,
That friendship reigns, no intereft can divide,
Ideots ufurp thy title, and thy frame,
Is apathy, is heart of steel,
Nor ear to hear, nor fenfe to feel,
Life idly inoffenfive fuch a grace,
That it fhou'd steal thy name and take thy place?
No---thou art active---spirit all---
Of injur'd innocence, or griev'd defert,
Thy appetites in easy tides
Soft flow---no wind can work them to a ftorm,
Yet if a transport thou canft feel
Great, generous acts thy ductile paffions move,
Mild is thy mind to cover shame,
Bursting to praise, yet ftill fincere and free
Extenfive, as from weft to east,
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms
All, all my actions guide, my fancy feed,
Against ILL-N A TURE.
FSPRING of folly and of pride,
Sullen, four, and faturnine
Fly to fome gloomy fhade, nor blot the goodly light. Thy planet was remote, when I was born;
'Twas Mercury that rul'd my natal morn,
What time the fun exerts his genial ray,
There in yon lonesome heath, Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,
Where never vegetable drank the dew, Or beast, or fowl attempts to breathe ;
Where Nature's pencil has no colours laid; But all is blank, and universal shade;
Contraft to figure, motion, life and light, There may'st thou vent thy fpight,
For ever curfing, and for ever curs'd, Of all th' infernal crew the worst;