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# Pope but writes, the devil, Legion raves, From streets to streets th' unnumber'd pamAnd meagre critics mutter in their caves :

phlets fly; (Such crities of necessity consume

Then tremble Warner, Brown and Billinsly '?. All wit, as hangmen ravish'd maids at Rome.) O thou most gentle deity appear, Names he a scribbler? all the world's in arms; Thou who still hear'st, and yet art prone to hear: Augusta, Granta, Rhedecyna swarms:

Whose eye ne'er closes, and whose brains ne'er The guilty reader fancies what he fears,

rest, And every Midas trembles for his ears.

(Thy own dear Dulness bawling at thy breast) See all such malice, obloquy and spite, Attend, O Patience, on thy arm reclin'd, Expire e'er morn, the mushroom of a night. And see wit's endless enemies behind ! Transient as vapours glimm'ring thro' the glades, And ye, our Muses, with a hundred tongues; Half-form'd and idle, as the dreams of maids. And thou, O Henley! blest with brazen lungs: Vain as the sick man's vow, or young man's sigh, Fanatic Withers! fam'd for rhymes and sighs, Third-nights of bards, or Henley's " sophistry. And Jacob Behmen! most obscurely wise:

These ever hate the poet's sacred line: From darkness palpable, on dusky wings These hate whate'er is glorious or divine.

Ascend ! and shroud him who your offspring From one eternal fountain beauty springs,

sings. The energy of wit and truth of things.

The first with Egypt's darkness in his head, That source is God : from him they downwards | Thinks wit the devil, and curses books unread. tend,

For twice ten winters he has blunder'd on, Flow round--yet in their native centre end. Throʻ heavy comments, yet ne'er lost nor won: Hence rules, and truth, and order, dunces strike; Much may be done in twenty winters more, Of arts, and virtues, enemies alike.

And let him then learn English at threescore. Some urge, that poets of supreme renown No sacred Maro glitters on his shelf, Judge ill to scourge the refuse of the town; He wants the mighty Stagyrite himself. Howe'er their casuists hope to turn the scale, See vast Coimbrias' 13 comments pil'd on high ; These men must smart, or scandal will prevail. In heaps Soncinas'4, Sotus, Sanchez lie; By these the weaker sex still suffer most; For idle hours, Sa's's idle casuistry. And such are prais'd who rose at honour's cost : Yet worse is he, who in one language read, The learn’d they wound, the virtuous, and the Has one eternal jingling in his head, fair;

At night, or morn, in bed, and on the stairs No fault they cancel, no reproach they spare: Talks flights to grooms, and makes lewd * songs The random shaft, impetuous in the dark,

at pray'rs; Sings on unseen, and quivers in the mark.

His pride, a pun, a guinea his reward, 'Tis justice, and not anger, makes us write, His critic Gildon, Jemmy Moore his bard. Such sons of darkness must be dragg'd to light: What artful hand the wretch's form can hit, Long-suff'ring nature must not always hold: Begot by Satan on a Manley's wit: In virtue's cause 'tis gen'rous to be bold.

In parties furious at the great man's nod, To scourge the bad, th’unwary to reclaim, And hating none for nothing, but his God: And make light flash upon the face of shame. Foe to the learn'd, the virtuous, and the sage, Others have urg'd (but weigh it, and you'll A pimp in youth, an atheist in old age; find

Now plung'd in bawdry and substantial lies, 'Tis light as feathers blown before the wind) Now dabbling in ungodly theories : That poverty, the curse of Providence,

But so, as swallows skim the pleasing food, Atones for a dull writer's want of sense:

Grows giddy, but ne'er drinks to do him good : Alas! his dulness 'twas which made him poor : Alike resolv'd to flatter, or to cheat, Not vice versa: we infer no more.

Nay worship onions, if they cry, come eat : Of vice and folly poverty's the curse,

A foe to faith, in revelation blind, Heav'n may be rigid, but the man was worse, And impious much, as dunces are by kind. By good made bad, by favours more disgrac'd, Next see the master-piece of fatt'ry rise, So dire th' effects of ignorance misplac'd ! Th’ anointed son of dulness and of lies; Of idle youth, unwatch'd by parents' eyes! Whose softest whisper fills a patron's ear, Of zeal for pence, and dedicatiou lies!

Who smiles unpleas'd, and mourns without a Of conscience modell’d by a great man's looks, Persuasive, tho a woful blockhead he: (tear; And arguings in religiou—from no books! Truth dies before his shadow's sophistry ;

No light the darkness of that mind invades, For well he knows the vices of the town, Where Chaos rules, enshrin'd in genuine shades: The schemes of state, and int'rest of the gowns' Where in the dungeon of the soul enclos'd, Immoral afternoons, indecent nights, True Dulness nods, reclining and repos’d. Inflaming wines, and second appetites. Sense, grace, or harmony, ne'er enter there, But most the theatres with dulness groan; Nor human faith, nor piety sincere :

Embrios half form’d, a progeny unknown: A midnigbt of the spirits, soul and head, (Suspended all) as thought itself lay dead.

12 Three booksellers. Yet oft a mimic gleam of transient light

13 The society of Cuimbria in Spain, which Breaks thro' this gloom, and then they think published commentaries on Aristotle. they write;

Soncinas, a schoolman.

"s Eman, de Sa. Lee Paschal's Mystery of "In the original Hmm; probably orator Jesuitis.n. llenley, C.


Fine things for nothing, transports out of season, From wayward nature, or lewd poets' rhymes? Effects uncaus'd, and murders without reason. From praving, canting, or king-killing times Here worlds run round, and years are taught to From all the dregs which Gallia could pour forth, Each scene an elegy, each act a play. [stay, (These sous of schism) landed in the north?Can the same pow'r such various passions move? From whence, it came, they and the d- best Rejoice or weep, 'tis ev'ry thing for love.

know, The self-same cause produces leav'n and Hell: Yet thus much, Pope, each atheist is thy fue. Things contrary, as buckets in a well :

O Deceucy, forgive these friendly rhymes, One up, one down, one empty and one full: For raking in the dung-bill of their crimes. Half high, half low, half witty, and half dull. To name each monster would make printing So on the borders of an ancient wood,

dear, Or where some poplar trembles o'er the flood, Or tire Ned Ward, who writes six books a year. Arachne travels on her filmy thread,

Such vicious nonsense, impudence, and spite, Now high, now low, or on her feet or head. Would make a hermit, or a father write. Yet these love verse, as croaking comforts | Though Julian rul'd the world, and held no more frogs,

Than deist Gildon taught, or Toland swore, And mire and ordure are the heav'n of hog's. Good Gregory 16 prov'd him execrably bad, As well might nothing bind immensity,

And scourg'd his soul, with drunken reason mad. Or passive matter immaterials see,

Much longer Pope restrain'd his awful hand, As these should write by reason, rhyme and rule, Wept o'er poor Nineveh, and her dull band, Or he turn wit, whom Nature doom'd a fool. Till fools like weeds rose up, and chok'd the If Dryden err'd, 'twas human frailty once,

land. But blundering is the essence of a dunce. Long, long he slamber'd e'er th' avenging bour:

Some write for glory, but the phantom fades: For dubious mercy half o'er-rul'd his pow'r: Some write as party, or as spleen invades : Till the wing'd bolt, red-bissing from above, A third because his father was well read,

Pierc'd millions thro'-for such the wrath of And, murd'rer like, calls blushes from the dead.

Jove. Yet all for morals and for arts contend

Hell, Chaos, Darkness, tremble at the sound, They want them both, who never prais'd a friend. And prostrate fools bestrow the vast profound; More ill, than dull: for pure stupidity

No Charon wafis them from the farther shore, Was ne'er a crime in honest Banks, or me. Silent they sleep, alas ! to rise no more.

See next a crows in damasks, silks, and crapes, O Pope, and sacred Criticism, forgive (lire! Equivocal in dress, half-belles, half-trapes: A youth, who dares approach your shrine, and A length of night.gown rich Phantasia trails, Far as he wanderd in an unknown night, Olinda wears one sbift, and pares no nails : No guide to lead him, but his own dim light. Some in Curll's cabinet each act display,

For him more fit in vulgar paths to tread, When Nature in a transport dies away:

To sbow th' unlearned what they never read, Some more refin'd transcribe their Opera-lores Youth to improve, or rising genius tend, On iv'ry tablets, or in clean white gloves : To science much, to virtue more, a friend. Some of Platonic, some of carnal taste, Hoop'd or ur:hoop'd, ungarter'd or uplac'd. Thus thick in air the wing'd creation play, When vernal Phæbus rolls the light away,

AN ESSAY ON REASON. A motley race, balf insects, and half fowls, Loose-tail'd and dirty, may-flies, bats and owls. Cælestis rationis opus deducere mundo aggrediar. Gods! that this native nonsense was our worst !

MANIL. Lib. 1. With crimes more deep, 0 Albion, art thou From Time's vast length, eternal and unknown curst.

Essence of God, coeval Reason shone : No judgment open prophanation fears,

Mark'd each recess of providence and fate, For who dreads God, that can preserve his fears?

Weighing the present, past, and future state: O save me, Providence, from vice refin’d,

'Ere Earth to start from nothing was decreed, That worst of ills, a speculative mind!

'Ere man had fall'n, or God vouchsaf'd to bleed; Not that I blame divine philosophy

Part of herself in Eden's pair she saw, (Yet much we risk, for pride and learning lye):

Where virtue was but practice, nature's law; Heav'n's paths are found by nature more than

Where truth was almost felt as well as seen, art, The schoolman's head misleads the layman's Where homage strove in praise and pray's

(Perception half) and scarce a mist between: heart.

t'adore, What unrepented deeds has Albion done? Yet spare us, Heav'n! return, and spare thy While temp’rance cropt the herb, and mixt the

By one to honour, and by one implore: [bowl, Religion vanishes to types and shade,

{own. And health warm'd sense, and sense sublim'd the By wits, by fools, by her own sons betray'd.

soul. Sure 'twas enough, to give the der'l his due,

Tear was not then, nor malady, nor age, Must such men mingle with the priesthood too?

Nor public hatred, nor domestic rage: So stood Onias at th’ Almighty's throne,

No fancied want, no lust of taste decreed Profanely cinctur'd in a narlot's zone.

Some Rome, and some the Reformation blame; The honest ox to groan, the lamb to bleed: 'Tis hard to say froin whence such licence came: From fierce enthusiasts, or Socinjans sad?

16 Gregory Nazianzen who wrote two satires, Collins the soft, or Bourignon the mad?

or invectives against Julian,

No earth-born pride had snatch'd th' Almighty's | How, the first morning lise inform'd his frame, rod,

Durst he profane his Maker's sacred name? O'erturn'd the balance, or blasphem'd the God : How without parents could intemp'rate rage No vice (for vice is only truth deny’d)

Spurn the hoar head, or mock the tears of age ? Nurs'd ignorance, or nature's voice bely'd. Why should he covet? when supremely blestHail, blissful pair! whose sense if farther Or why defraud ? when all things he possest wrought,

The bridal bed for whom should he deceive? Had weaken'd, stretch'd, and agoniz'd the thought, Or whom assassin, but his much-lov'd Eve? Created both to know and to possess

Hence 'twas that man by positives was try'd: What we, unhappy, can but barely guess : And hence beheld the Godhead justifi'd. Truth to survey in clearest lights arrang’d,

Add, that the reasoning faculty of man Ere frauds were form'd to rules, or words were Serv'd not as now, when Adam first began : Ere every act a double aspect bore, [chang’d, Much though he saw, yet little had he try'd, Or doubts intending well, perplext us more : Nor known experience, nature's surest guide:

You saw the source of actions and the end ; See then a previous cause and reason giv’n Why things are opposite, and why they blenu; Why a reveal'd instinct should come from tleav'n, How from eternal causes good and ill

Which op'd at once the natures and the pow'rs Subsist: how mingle, yet are diff'rent still: Of earth, air, sea, beasts, reptiles, fruits, and How modes unnumber'd soften and unite;

flow'rs. How strength of falsehood glares, and strength of Effects, as yet uncaus'd, thence Adam know, light:

The rage of poisons, and the balms of dew: Half of the God came open to your view; Smild when the gen'rous courser paw'd the You hail'd his presence, and his voice you knew;

plains, That God, whose light is truth, whose vast extent Yet shun'd the tygress and her beauteous stains : Of pleasure, good-self-form'd and self-content! Nurs'd the soft dove that slumber'd on his breast, Unhurt by years, unlimited by place,

Nor touch'd the dipsas' poi-on-fanning crest. At once o'erflowing time and thought and space. How had he trembled in that bless'd abode,

By knowing him, you knew him to be best, Had not his sovereignty been taught by God? (For the first attribute infers the rest),

Or how, unlicens'd, durst he wanton tread Knew from his mind why boundless virtues rose, Ev’n the green insect in its herbal bed ? Why his unerring will that virtue chose,

For life, like property, is no man's slave, Not something sep'rate (as the deist dreams) And only he can reassume that gave. To circumscribe his pow'r, contract his scheines : (This by the way:) the hist’ry of the fall, For reason though it binds th' immortal will, And how the first-form'd loins contain'd us all, Is but a portion of the Godhead still:

Dread points! which none explain, and few conThis learn, ye wits, by sacred myst’ry aw'd,

ceire, And know that God is only guide to God. We wave for ever, doctors, by your leave. This the first knew, their heart, their knowledge Ethnics and Christians a corruption grant, clear;

The manner how, still wicked wits may want, Their reason perfect, as their frame could bear: So, if they doubt wlial sound, or vision be, Till lust of change and more than mortal pride Thence let them prove we cannot hear;or see. Infring'd the law, the penalty (lefy'd :

'Spite of their inock'ry also, plain is this, Curst by themselves in Eden's blest abodes, That no man had a plea to Adain's bliss. Possessing all, yet raying to be gods:

Grant that the parent wastes a vast estate Thence sin unverv'd the sense, obscur'd the soul, Is he for that, just object of our hate, And still increas'd, like rivers as they roll:

Provided all remains that use requires,
For nature once deprav'd, like motion crost, Or need can crave, for ends and for desires,
Ne'er of herselfcan gain the pow'rs she lost. To point out eril, virtue's heights to reach,

But here the moderns eagerly dispute, - This life to soften, or the next to teach?
Why in a state of knowledge absolute,

Shall man, because he wants a seraph's flame, (Where uomix'd truth came naked to the view, Not taste the joys proportion'd to bis frame? And the first glance could pierce all nature thro',) Knowledge enough for use, for pride is giv'n; God should an edict positive decree

Strong, but not sensitive as truth in Heav'n: And guard so strict th'inviolable tree?

Clear yet adapted to the mental sight: This were for trifles sagely to contend,

For too much truth o'erpow'rs, as too much light, To barter truth for show, for means the end." Reason, like virtue, in a medium lies: [wise, Agreed: but first our mighty sect should A hair’s-breadth more might make us mad, not prove

Out-know ev'n knowledge, and out-polish art, God has no title to our faith or love :

Till Newton drops down giddy-a Descartes ! To awe submissive, reverential fear,

For reason, like a king who thirsts for pow'r,
To hope, to homage, to the grateful tear: Leaves realıns unpeopled, while it conquers more:
That truth omniscicnt may sometimes deceive, Admit our eye-sight as the lynx's clear:
That all-wise bounty knows not what to give: T'attain the distant, we o'ershoot the near :
First let the critics of the Godhead make (for art too nice, like tubes revers'd, extends
Such theorems clear, and then this answer take: Things beyond things, till ev'n the object ends.)

That Adam, though all moral truth he saw, Hence nature, like Alcides, saw 'twas fit
Yet scarce a motive had t'infringe that law: To fix th' extremest stretch of human wit;
How could he honour other gods than one? Wit, like an insect clamb’ring up a ball,
How change a spirit into sculptur'd stone? Mounts to one point and then of course must fall,


No wiser, if its pains proceed, than end,

Şuch were the paths, the rubric ancients trod, And all its journey only to descend.

The friends of virtue and the friends of God. The question is not therefore, how much liglit Science like this, important and divine, God's wisdom gives us, but t’exert it right: The good man offers, Reason, at thy shrine: Enough remains for ev'ry social end,

Sees thee, God, Nature (well explain'd) the same: For practice, theory, self, neighbour, friend : Not chang'd when thought on, varying but in Then call not knowledge narrow, Fleav'n unkind;

name: One curse there is, 'tis wantonness of mind.- Sees whence each aptitude,each diff'rence springs, Yo human plummets can abysses sound : How thought ev'n acts, and meaning lives in igreed : yet rocks they reach and shelving

things: ground:

Or else examines at less studious hours Thus reason, where 'tis dang'rous,steers us right, The thinking faculty, its source, its pow'rs: And then dissolves amidst th' abyss of light. How stretch'd like Kneller's canvas first it lies, 'Tis reason finds th’horizon's glimm'ring line 'Ere the soft tints awake, or outlines rise: Where realms of truth,and realms of errour join: How till the finishing of thrice ser'n years, Views its own hemisphere with thankful eyes, The master figure Reason scarce appears : Thinks nature good in that which she denies : Sighs to survey a realm by right its own, While pride amidst the vast abrupt must soar While passion, fierce co-heir, nisurps the throne: Alas ! to fathom God is to be more !

A second Nero, turbulent in sway, Then dare be wise, into thyself descend, His pleasure, noise, bis life one stormy day: Sage to some purpose, studious to some end : Headstrong in love, and headstrong too in hate, Search thy own heart, the well where knowledge Resolv'd to enslave the mob, or sink the state : lies :

[skies : Sad farce of pow'r, sad anarchy of things, Thence (not from higher earth) we catch the Where brutes are subjects, and where tyrants Leave myst'ry to the seraph's purer thought

kings! Which takes in truth, as forms by streams are Yet in this infant state, by stealth, by chance, caught:

Th’increasing mind still feels a slow advance, Leaves lust to brutes whose unburt sense is such, Thro’ the dark void ev'n gleams of truth can That tenfold transport thrills at ev'ry touch: And love of liberty upheave at root : [shoot, Holding the middle sphere where reason lies, No more the tender seeds unquicken'd lie, Than these more temp’rate, as than those less But stretch their form and wait for wings to fly. wise.

Sensation rst, the ground-work of the whole, Each pow'r of animals in each degree, Deals ray by ray each image to the soul: Evin second instinct, knowledge is to thee: Perception true to every nerve, receives Th' effect as certain, tho' the birth more slow, The various impulse, now exults, now grieves: For like inc rose it must expand and blow: Thought works and ends, and dares afresh beTime must call forth the manhood of the mind,

gin: By study strengthen'd, and by taste refin'd: So whirlpools pour out streams, and suck them Its action open, as its purpose true,

That thought romantic Memory detains Slow to resolve, but constant to pursue :

In unknown cells, and in aerial chains : Weeded from passion, prejudice and pride, Imagination thence her flow'rs translates ; Mod'rate to ail, yet steady to one side.

And Fancy, emulous of God, creates : Such once was Knight : in word, in action clear, Experience slowly moving next appears, Evin in the last recess of thought sincere: Wise but by habit, judging but from years: Great without titles, virtuous without show, Till Knowledge comes, a wise and gen'rous heis, Learn'd without pride, and just without a foe: And opes the reservoir, averse to spare: Alike humane, to pity, or impart:

And Reason rises, the Newtonian sun, The coolest head, and yet the warmest heart. Moves all, guides all, and all sustains in one. O early lost! With ev'ry grace adorn'd!

Bright emanation of the Godhead, hail ! By me (so Heav'n ordain'd it) always mourn'd ; Fountain of living lustre, ne'er to fail : In life's full joy, and virtues' fairest bloom As none deceiving, so of none deceiv'd : Untimely check'd, and hurry'd to the tomb: Beheld, and in the act of sight belier'd; Torn ev’n from her whom all the world approv'd, In truth, in strength, in majesty array'd, More blest than man, and more than man be. No change to turn thee, and no cloud to shade. lov'd.

Such in herself is Reason-deist, say, How few, like thee, truth's arduous paths can What hast thou here t' object, t'explain away? tread,

[head? Thiukst thou thy reason this unerring rule? Trace her slow streams, and taste them at their | Then live a madinan—and yet die a fool ! See how scarft sages, and pale schoolmen roam God gave us reason as the stars were giv'n, From art to art? their mind a void at home. Not to discard the Sun, but mark out Hear'n; Fur oft our understauding opes our eyes, At once a rule of faith, if well employ'd, Forgets itself, tho' all things it descries. A source of pleasure, if aright enjoy'd, Minds like fine pictures are by distance prov'd, A point, round which th' eternal errour lies And objects proper, only as remov'd.

Of fools too credulous, and wits too wise : Yet reason has a fund of charms t'engage A faithful guide to comfort and to save, Art, study, meditation, youth and age:

Till the mind floats, like Peter ou the wave: Beauty,which must the slave, the monarch'strike; Then bright-ey'd Hope descends, of hearinly Homage, which paid not, injures both alike: And Faith our immortality on Earth. (birii, Virtue at once to please, and to befriend, A Saviour speaks! lo! darkness low'rs no more, (Great Nature's clue, observant of its end); And the hush'd billows sleep against the shore,


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If this be hardship, let the dying heir

Bloom or on Albion's, or on India's coast, Spurn back his father's aid, and curse his care : Midst Abyssinia's flames, or Zembla's frost. If this be cruel, partial and unwise,

Yet still the wits and moralists exclaim, Then perish infidel, and God despise.

“That virtue's casual oft, and oft a name: Nor flows it hence, that revelation's force At Esperanza's cape (or Jesuits lie) Chains reason down, or thwarts it in its course: Their baptism's urine, and their god a fly: Since obligation, first of moral ties,

Old Cato, sagely vers’d in stoic laws, Binds thus, and yet no tyranny implies: Still hackney'd out his wife to serve the cause: We grant that men th' eternal motive see, And incest, for th' advantage of a nation Yet motive, where there's choice, still leaves Was sacred made by Spartan toleration : them free:

Midst Tart'ry's deserts, and Cathaya's sands, True liberty was ne'er by licence gain'd, In their horse-soup their natives wash their Nor are liege-subjects slaves because restrain'd;

bands: Restriction shows the check, but none creates : One drop of wine but in their chamber spilt, So prescience finds, but not necessitates. Is certain death, inexpiable guilt'!

Yet still the wits with partial voice exclaim, For a huge rhore, see herdes, kings, at strife, " What art thou truth? What knowledge, but a But never virgin there was made a wife 2." name?

Of all assertions, these indeed are chief In short, are mortals free, or they are bound ? T'excite compassion, tho' not shake belief: Tell us, is reason something, or a sound ?” Since from an agent's want of taste and skill

Friends, 'tis agreed : behold the gen'rous part, It flows not that the rule must needs be ill; My soul at once unfolded, and my heart; For truth exists abstracted from the minil, Too brave to be by superstition aw'd,

And Nature's lavs are laws, tho' man be blind, And yet too modest to confront the God:

Reason, at most, but imitates the Sun, Chain'd to no int'rest, bigot to no cause,

To each is various, and to all is one: Slave of vo hope, preferment, or applause : Perfect, consider'd in itself, 'tis true, For those who cleave to truth for virtue's sake, And yet imperfect as exerted too : Enjoy all party-good, yet nothing stake. The mental pow'r eternal, equal, fixt,

Thou then, O source of uncreated light, The human act unequal, casual, mixt; Hallow my lips, and guard me while I write. And if such dormant reason bears no fruit,

First in that Pow'r (to whose eternal thought Dead in the branch, tho' real at the root, No outward image e'er one image brought,

Defect and actual ignorance are one, The part, the whole, the seer and the seen, For useless talents are the same as none : No distance, inference, or act between), All men may catch the heights of truths,'tis true, Reason presides, diffusing thence abroad But the great question is, if all men do. Thro' truth, thro' things the test, the point of “Oh but:" says one, “if reason comes from God.

Heav'n, As perfect reason from the Godhead springs, “ Nature, or God, must deal the blessing er'n.' (And still unchangod if perfect): so froin things, Agreed: and in a prior sense they dn; Truths, actions—in their kind and their degree, But still t' improve the gift devolves on you: Starts real meaning, difference, harmony. Reason in this respect, I boldly say— [lay) These all imply a reason, reason still

(And so do thonsands, schoolmen, churchmen, A duty; good, if sought; if sought not, ill: No more is natural, and inly born Hence in the chain of causes, virtue, vice,

Than love, or lust, or pride, or hate, or scorn: And hence religion, take their gen’ral rise.

'Tis man's t'exert, exalt, subject, impart: God first creates; the ref'rence, nature, force Here lies the honesty and here the art. Of things created must result of course :

'Tis his, t'improvegood sense, but none create, As well might sense its evidence disclaim, Ty'd down to spend no more than his estate: Or chance sketch out Earth's, Heav'n's stupen. To strike no notion out, no truth deduce, dous frame;

But just as nature sow'd the seeds for use. As well might motion to be rest consent,

This instance urg'd and drawn from mental As kell might matter fill without extent, As things (instead of being what they ought) Earth each day testifies in trees and lowers : Sink into bazard, whim, caprice, or nought. Culture with skill, and science join'd with toil,

Hence in each art, the great, the glorious Teach Persia's peach to bloon in Albion's soil ;
For science only copies moral charms, (warms, As truly nature's proluce here, as there
Mysterious excellence ! the dome, the draught, In its own sunshine and its spicy air.-
The lay, the concert swell upon the thought. For truth, like earth inade barren by the fall,

The mind to nobler beauty thence proceeds, Just as men labour, tribute pays to all:
The onion, colouring, and force of deeds; Plain, if kind Heav'n two blessings sball impart,
Stells in the hero's cause with rast esteem, A reasonable head, and upright heart:
Pants for the patriot, and would more than seem; for plainpess rises in a giv'n degree
Labours with Brutus in the stern decree, (free!As men are honest, and as ren can see:
Yet whispers 'midst his tears, "O Rome be Quarles may be harder to th' unletter'd clown
Envies at Utica the stoic sword,

Than Hedʻlin, or Bossu to wits in town.
Or bleeds at Carthage, martyr to its word. What's ethic to the true pains-taking man,
These truths congenial, nor devis'd though who never thinks, and cheats but all he can?”

• Voyages de Carpin. Live in each age, and shoot from ev'ry ground;

2 Histoire des Gheriffs.


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