The glorious Author of the universe,

Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds,
And circumscribes the floating worlds their rounds !
GAY'S Rural Sports.

God, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone

Gives light to all; bids the great system move,
And changing seasons in their turns advance,
Unmov'd, unchang'd himself.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

POPE'S Essay on Man.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee,

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see,
All discord, harmony not understood,

All partial evil, universal good;

And, spite of pride-in erring reason's spite,
One thing is clear-whatever is, is right.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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GOD-PROVIDENCE.

O, all-preparing Providence divine!

In thy large book what secrets are enroll'd?
What sundry helps doth thy great power assign,
To prop the course which thou intend'st to hold!

Go, mark the matchless working of the Power
That shuts within the seed the future flower;
Bids these in elegance of form excel,

In colour these, and those delight the smell;
Sends nature forth, the daughter of the skies,
To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

Yes, thou art ever present, Power Divine!
Not circumscrib'd by time, nor fix'd to space,
Confin'd to altars, nor to temples bound.

DRAY FON

COWPER.

In wealth, in want, in freedom, or in chains,

In dungeons, or on thrones, the faithful find Thee.

The Lord how tender is his tear!

HANNAH MORE.

His justice how august!

Hence all her fears my soul derives,

There anchors all her trust!

O Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,

If, when deceiv'd and wounded here,

We could not fly to thee!

Who spoke creation into birth,

DR. DARWIN.

MOORE.

Arch'd the broad heavens, and spread the rolling earth;

Who form'd a pathway for the obedient sun,

And bade the seasons in their circles run;
Who fill'd the air, the forest, and the flood,

And gave man all for comfort, or for good.

CHARLES SPRAGUE

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GOLD-WEALTH, &c.

Below, above, o'er all he dares to rove,
In all finds God, and finds that God all love.

CHARLES SPRAGUE,

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful is man !
How passing wonder He, who made him such!

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts

GOLD-WEALTH, &c.

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Madam, I own 't is not your person,

My stomach's set so sharp and fierce on;
But 't is your better part, your riches,
That my enamour'd heart bewitches!

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras

For money has a power above
The stars and fate, to manage love,
Whose arrows learned poets hold,
That never miss, are tipp'd with gold.

Trade it may help, society extend,

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend;
It raises armies in a nation's aid,

But bribes a Senate, and a land's betray'd.

POPE'S Moral Essays

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace,
If not, by any means get wealth and place.

POPE'S Moral Essays

To whom can riches give repute or trust,
Content, or pleasure, but the good and just?

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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GOLD-WEALTH, &c.

Judges and Senates have been bought for gold;

Esteem and love were never to be sold.

POPE'S Essay on Man

Their much-lov'd wealth imparts
Convenience, plenty, elegance and arts.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

Gold is the strength, the sinews of the world;
The health, the soul, the beauty most divine;
A mask of gold hides all deform ties;
Gold is heaven's physic, life's restorative.

To purchase heaven has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
No-all that's worth a wish-a thought-
Fair virtue gives, unbrib'd, unbought.
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind,
Let nobler views engage thy mind.

DECKER

DR. JOHNSON

For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws;
For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws;
Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys;
The dangers gather as the treasures rise.

Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine?
Can we dig peace or wisdom from the mine?
Wisdom to gold prefer; for 't is much less
To make our fortune, than our happiness.

Because its blessings are abus'd,
Must gold be censur'd, curs'd, accus'd?
Even virtue's self by knaves is made
A cloak to carry on the trade.

DR. JOHNSON

YOUNG.

GAY'S Fuoles

GOLD-WEALTH, &c.

303

Oh, bane of man! seducing cheat!
Can man, weak man, thy power defeat?
Gold banish'd honour from the mind,
And only left the name behind;
Gold sow'd the world with ev'ry ill,
Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill;
"T was gold instructed coward hearts
In treachery's more pernicious arts.

Thus, when the villain crams his chest,
Gold is the canker of the breast;
"T is avarice, insolence, and pride,
And every shocking vice beside :-
But when to virtuous hands 't is given,
It blesses, like the dews of heaven:
Like heaven, it hears the orphans' cries,
And wipes the tears from widows' eyes.

If happiness on wealth were built,
Rich rogues might comfort find in guilt.
As grows the miser's hoarded store,
His fears, his wants, increase the more.

Why lose we life in anxious cares,
To lay in hoards for future years?
Can these, when tortur'd by disease,
Cheer our sick hearts, or purchase ease?
Can these prolong one gasp of breath,
Or calm the troubled hour of death?

GAY's Fables.

GAY's Fables.

GAY's Fables.

GAY'S Fables.

Abundance is a blessing to the wise;
The use of riches in discretion lies:
Learn this, ye men of wealth-a neavy purse
In a fool's pocket is a heavy curse.

CUMBERLAND's Menander.