PART II. PIECES IN POETRY. CHAPTER I. SELECT SENTENCES AND PARAGRAPHS. SECTION 1. Short and eafy Sentences. Education. 'Tis education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd. Candour. With pleasure let us own our errors paft; Reflection. A foul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. NOTE. In the first chapter, the Compiler has exhibited a confiderable variety of poetical conftruction, for the young reader's preparatory exercise. Secret virtue. men, The private path, the fecret acts of Necefsary knowledge easily attained. Our needful knowledge, like our needful food, Unhedg'd, lies open in life's common field; And bids all welcome to the vital feast. Disappointment. Disappointment lurks in many a prize, As bees in flow'rs; and ftings us with fuccefs. Virtuous elevation. The mind that would be happy, must be great; Great in its wishes; great in its furveys. Extended views a narrow mind extend. Natural and fanciful life. Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor: Charity. In faith and hope the world will disagree; The prize of virtue. What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The foul's calm funfhine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize. Senfe and modefty connected. Diftruftful fenfe with modeft caution speaks; Moral difcipline falutary. Heav'n gives us friends to blefs the present scene; Refumes them to prepare us for the next. All evils natural are moral goods; All difcipline, indulgence, on the whole. Prefent blessings undervalued. Like birds, whose beauties languish, half-conceal'd, Hope. Hope, of all passions moft befriends us here: Happiness modeft and tranquil. -Never man was truly bleft, But it compos'd, and gave him fuch a cast, True greatness. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, The tear of fympathy. No radiant pearl, which crefted Fortune wears, Shine with fuch luftre, as the tear that breaks, For others' woe, down Virtue's manly cheeks. SECTION II. Verfes in which the Lines are of different Length. Blifs of celeftial origin. RESTLESS mortals toil for nought; Never wanders. Mortals, try; The passions. The pafsions are a num'rous crowd, Curb thefe licentious fons of strife; Truft in Providence recommended. 'Tis Providence alone fecures, In ev'ry change, both mine and yours. From dangers of a frightful shape: Epitaph. How lov'd, how valu'd once, avails thee not, |