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Poet. “2&7 HY Wears my? ponﬁuc Eriggdi {hat gloomy Brow”;

Say2 whence 1342;066:de th” imaginary Woe?
What pitofp’mus Villain haﬂ: thou met th—Day,
Or hag aﬂiié‘ccd Virtue, qg‘ofé’d thy way;
Is it forms Crime unpunifh’d you cicploi‘e,

Or Right ﬁzbvi‘rtcd by injurious Power?

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Be this, or that the Caufe, ’tis wifely done,
To make‘the Sorrows of Mankind your own,
To fee the injur’d pleading unredrefs’d,
The Proud. exalted, and the Weak opprefs’d,
Can hurt thy Health, and roh thee of thy Reﬂ: ;
Your Cares are in a hopeful way to ceafe,
If you muPc ﬁnd Perfeé’cion to;a‘ind Peace ;
But wraclc thy Malice, vent thy {tilled Rage,
Inveigh againﬂ thexTimes, and lath the Age :
Perhaps jul’c Recent from the Court you come,
On publick Ills to ruminatie at Home ;
Say, which of all the Wretches thou halt feet],
Has thrown a Morfel to thy hungry Spleim. '

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What worthlefs ****** of that medly Throng, . '
Vv'ho bafely Aéts, 0r tamely {utters Wrong,“

He who‘to nothing but his Int’reﬁ true,

 

Cajoles the Fool he’s working to undo; ,
Or that more defpicable tim’rous Slave,

Who knows himfelf ahus’d, yet hugs the Knavc:

 
  
  
    
  
      

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That Show of Freedom dwindled to a Name: .
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Where , ---- deal their venal Laws,
And the heft Bidder has the jul’teft Caufe ;

What then they've Pow‘r, and who ihall dare to blame,

 

The Legal wrongs that bears ﬂ/Bmea’s Name ;
Bcﬁdes, fuch Thoughts ihou‘d never {fir the Rage
Of youthful Gall, Reﬂe&ion comes with Age : ‘
’Tis our decaying Life's Autumnal F ruit,
The bitter Produce of her latel’t Suit ;
When every BlolTo‘m of the Tree is dead,
Enjoyment wither’d, and our Wiﬂies ﬂed ;,
Thine Rillis in it’s Spring, on every Bough,
Fair Plenty blooms and grateful Odours blow3
Seafon of joy too early to be wife,
The Time to covet Pleaﬁire, not dif'pife,

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Yours is an Age, when Trifles ought to pleafc,
Too foon for Reafon to attack thy Eafe ;
Tho’ f’cill the Hour ﬂtall come when thou {halt know,
sTis vain Fruition all, and empty Show ;
But late examine, late infpeét Mankind,
If ﬂeeing Pains, ’tis Prudence to be blind,

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Let not their Vices yet emp‘i‘ay thy Thoughts:
Laugh at their Follies, e're you weep their Faults,
And then (aSﬁié y’o‘a mile) at 131% you ﬁnd
What things they are, reform to: firm thy mind;
Too nioely never their Demerits roan,
And of their Virtiies make the molt you Can,
Silent avert the Mifchiefs they intend,
And crofs, but feem not to difeern, their end,
If they prevail, fubmit, for Prudence lies
In fufl’ring well ; ’tis equally unwife,
To fee the Injuries we won‘t refent,
Or mourn the Evils which we can’t prevent.

Frimd. You Counfel well to bid me arm my Mind;
Wou’d the Receipt were eafy as ’tis kind ;
But hard it is for Mil’ery toreach,

That Fortitude, Profperity can teach;

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Could I fothid what has heen to have been,
0r lodge a doubt on Truths my {elf have feen,
Cou’d I. divelt Remembrance of her Power,

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No more, let paﬁ Events furvive in you,

In Lights too faithful ufher‘d to my View:

Cou’d I diﬂodge Senfation from the Breaﬂ',

Or Charrn her wakeful Faculties to rel’t ;

Cou’d I my Nature andrmy felf fubdue,

I might the Method you prefcrihe ptlrfue,

But if from real Caufes we endure,

If Reafon’s our Difeaf'e and not our Cure;

Then feemilig Eafe. is all we can obtain,

As one who long familiariz’d to Pain,

Still feels the Smart, hut ceaf'es to Complain ;

Tho’ young in Life, yet long inur’d to Care,

Thus I fubmiﬂive every Evil bear; \

If unexpected Ills alone are hard, 4

l‘dine fhou’d, who am for all Events prepar’d:

No Difappointments can niy Peace annoy,

Difufe has wean’d me from the liopeof joy.-
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The vain purfuit‘for ever I give o’er,

Repuls’d I f’trive, betray’d I truf’t no more :

Mankind I know their Nature and their Art,

H1313“ ViCC their own, their Virtue but a Part:

 
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111 play’d f0 oft, that “alil'theChezt can teI‘l,
And dangerous only; ‘when’tis aeted well;
I different ClafTes ﬁng’d, a different Name,
Attends their Praéif‘iCe, but the Heart’s the fame ;,
This ﬂew; the Foe,‘ ”that hides it in the Friend,
The Road is varid‘us, w the fame’s the End ;
Their Hate is Int’reﬁ, In't'reﬂ too their-Lave,
On the fame Springs, \thefE (Tifferent "Engines move,
That ﬂiarpens Maxl‘i‘Ce, ‘and direéi; her"St'ing,
And hence the hony’d Streamslo‘f Flatt‘fy' fpring.
Long I rurpeet Mm at the 129: I knew,
I thought Men warmers, how he pm'v'd them {as
Reluétant prov’d it, by‘ ‘too’ ﬁre a Rule, 1
I learn’d my Silence in a‘ ishiriful SChoiﬂ :'

He buys eve‘riWifdbm' at too high ziiPrice,‘

 

who pays my hamperime m be Wife;
Why did I hope, by Sanguine Views poﬂ‘eﬁ,
That Virtue hai-hour’d in a Human Breaf’c,
Why did I truﬁ to'FIattery’s fpaciousWile,
The Aprifﬁméﬂiine of her tranﬁcnt Smile?

 
  
     

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Why dishelieve the Leﬂ'ons of the Wife?

Who taught me young, to pierce her thin Difguife;
I thought their Rancour, not their Prudence fpoke,
That Age, perverfe in falfe Inveé‘cives broke ;

I thought their Comments on this gaudy Scene,
Th’EPfe&s of Phlegm, and dictated by Spleen,
That jealous of the Joys themfelvesl were paft,

Their Envy try’d to poll their Children’s Taﬁe ;
Like the deaf .Adder to the Charmer’s Tongue,

I gave no Credit to the Truths they Sung ;

But happy in a viﬁonary Scheme,

Still fought Companions worthy my Eﬂeem:

The Tongue the Heart's Interpreter I deem’d,

And judg’d of what Men were, by what they feem'd:
I thought each warm Profeffor meant me fair,

Each fupple Sycophant a Friend {incere ;

The foiemn Hypocrite, wliofe cIofe deﬁgn,

Mirth never interrupts, nor Love, nor Wine ;
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Who ﬂ'ill attentive to what others ﬂay,
Obferves to wound, or Quet’tions to betray;

 

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Him as the Guardian of my private Thoughts,
In Morning Councils (cool Refolves) I fought
To him ﬂill open, cautionlefs conﬁgn’d,
The inmoﬂ Treafure of my fecret Mind,
My Joys and Griefs delighted to impart

Infacred Conﬁdence, unmix’d with Art,

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That dangerous Pleafurexof the honeﬂ: Heart.
W hene’re. I purpos’d to unbend my Soul

In Social Baguets, where the circling Bowl
To gla dncfs liirs all SorrOWs, but Defpair,
And gives a ti ani'ent Lei-he to our Care ‘

I Chofe the I‘vian whole Talents entertain,
And feafons C onverfe with a lively Strain;
Who thougl itlefs frill, by hopes, not fears, perplex’ d,
Enjoy the prefer t Hon r, and rifque the non,

Thefe, not the ﬂoathful Luxury of EEUC,‘

 

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And wait revolving Light with ﬂower i‘eﬁ',

Than even thofe W retches by their Power oppref’c,
This jocund Train, deviated to delight,

In Cheerful Vigils {iii 1protra& the Night,

 

Nor dread the Cares approaching with the Bat , 3
Through each Viciﬂitude for e Ci gay,

With fuch I commun ’d, pleas’d when I cou ’d ﬁnd
Receﬁ; f0 grateful to the a€tive Mind:

And whilft the Youths in fprig .itly Contefts try,
With hum rous Tale 01 oppoﬁte Repi y;

Or am rous Song or inoffennve left,

(The Zei’c of Wit) to glad the learned Feaﬂ.

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My Soul (faid I) depend upon their truth,
“ For Fraud inhabits not the'Breai’c of Youth:
Indulge thy Genius here, be free, he fate,
Mirth is their Aim, they covet but to’LaUgh:
Pure from Deceit as ignorant of Care,

‘ '1 neir Friendfhips and their Joys are born tint, 'e’
I judg d. theirNatuie, like their Humour good,

A5 1ft the: He 'ut d: pendec; on the Blood;

 
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And that the Seeds of Honeﬂy mull: grow,
Wherever Health reﬁdes or Spirits ﬂow,

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A ‘ I fee my Error, but I fee too late,

'Tis vain Infpeétioxl to look back on Fate,

What are the Men whom molt eﬁeem’d we ﬁnci,

But thofe whofe Vices are the moﬁ reﬁn’d ;

Blind Preference! for Vice like Poyfon ihews,

The fureﬂ' Wound is in the fubtlel’t Dofe ;

To fuchReﬂeétions whilﬁ I turn my mind,

I loath my Being, and abhor Mankind,

What joy for Truth, what Commerce for the Juli,

If all our fafety’s founded on diﬂruﬁ? ‘

If all our Wifdom is a main Deceit,

And he wl1o,Profpers heft, theiableﬁ Cheat? , .
Poet. Oh! early Wife I how well ha’ﬁ thou dcﬁn’d

The Worth, the Joys, the Friendihips of Mankind,
Friend. LBleit be the Powers, I know their ahjeét State g,
Poet. Yet: bear with this, and hope a better Fate ;

 

 

Thrice happy they, who View with {table Eyes .

  
    

This {hiﬁing Scene; who temp°rate, ﬁrm, and wife,

Can Rand it’s Sorrows, and it’s Joys defpife.
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Who looks on Difappointments, Shocks and Strife,
And all the neeeffaty Ills of Life.

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Not as Severities, the Gods impofe,

But eaf y Terms indulgent Heaven allows

To Man by ﬂIOI‘t Probation, to obtain

Immortal Recompence for tranlient Pain,

Th' Intent of Heaven rightly underlined,

From every Evil we extraét a Good; -

This Truth Divine implanted in the Heart,
Supports each dmdging Mortal through his part,
It gives delightful Profpeéts to the Blind,

The Friendleﬁ here a couﬂant Succonr ﬁnd ;

The WretCh by Fraud hetray’d, by Power oppreli‘,
With this Reﬂorative ﬁill Calms his Bread,

This fufiering Virtue cheats, this Care beguil-es,
And decks Calamity herficlf in Smiles,

When Ahead and 13125de hath ranﬁick’d every Rule3
Taugl‘lt in Hipacmtt: or GJIYEI'I’S School;

To quiet Ills that mock the Lambs; Art,

Virhich Opiates fail to deaden in the Heart;

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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This Cordial Frill the incurable ﬁif‘t‘ai‘ns,‘ _ . u /. _~
Who Trinmphs in the {harp inftrué‘tive Balms, '
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Not like a Roman Hero, falﬂy Great,

With impious Hand anticipates his Fat; ;

But waits refign’d the ﬂow approach of Death,
Till that great 1% wer who gave, demands his Breath §
Such are thy folid Comforts, Love Divine,

Such folid Comforts, ohl my Friend he thine ;'
On this ﬁrm Baﬁs thy Foundations lay,

Of Happinefs unfnhjeét to decay,

On Man no more, that frail Support, depend,
The kindel’c Patron, or the warniel’t Friend ;
The warmcﬁ Friend may one Day' prove glitrue,
And Int’rel’t change thy liindefl Pati‘on’s gYievv,
Hear not elate the Kindnefs they profeﬁ,

Nor on/the Tryal grieve to ﬁnd it leis.

Submiﬁive each Vieiffitnde endure,

 

Careful to Merit, where Reward is fure,

To Providence implicitly reﬁgn’d,

   

Let this Reﬂcfﬁzion poife th y wand’ring Mind,
    

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With partial Eyes wc View Our own weak Caufc,

¥And {lightly fcan her upright. equal Laws. .

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For undefe—rv’d ﬂie ne’er inﬂié‘ts a W 06,
Nor is her’Recompence unfure, tho‘ﬂow,
Unpuniﬂi'd none Tranfgveﬁ, deceiv’d none trgﬁ,
Her Rules are ﬁx‘d, and all her ways are jufr.

 

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