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On me, more jufly number'd with
This is the defart, This the folitude
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All, all on earth is Shadow, all bey
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Strikes empires from the root; each Moment plays
His little weapon in the narrower sphere

Of sweet domeftic comfort, and cuts down

The fairest bloom of fublunary blifs.

Blifs! fublunary blifs !-proud words! and vain: Implicit treafon to divine decree !

A bold invafion of the rights of heaven!

I clafp'd the phantoms, and I found them air.
O had I weigh'd it e'er my fond embrace!
What darts of agony had mifs'd my heart?

Death! Great proprietor of all! 'tis thine
To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
The fun himself by thy permiffion fhines,
And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere.
Amid fuch mighty plunder, why exhaust
Thy Partial quiver on a mark fo Mean?
Why thy Peculiar rancour wreck'd on Me?
Infatiate archer ! could not One fuffice?

Thy fhaft flew Thrice; and Thrice my peace was flain;
And thrice, e'er thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
O Cynthia! why fo pale? Doft thou lament
Thy wretched neighbour? Grieve, to fee thy wheel
Of ceafelefs change outwhirl'd in human life?
How wanes my Borrow'd blifs! from Fortune's fmile,
Precarious courtesy! not Virtue's fure,
Self-given, Solar, ray of found delight.

In every vary'd pofture, place, and hour,

How widow'd every thought of every joy!

Thought, bufy thought! too busy for my peace,
Thro' the dark postern of time long elaps'd,

Led foftly, by the stillness of the night,
Led, like a murderer, (and fuch it proves !)
Strays (wretched rover !) o'er the pleafing Paft;
In queft of wretchedness perverfely ftrays;
And finds all defart Now; and meets the ghofts
Of my departed joys, a numerous train !
I rue the riches of my former fate;
Sweet comforts blafted clufters I lament;
I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear;
And every pleasure pains me to the heart.

Yet why Complain? or why complain for one?
Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me,

;

The Single man? are angels all befide?
I mourn for millions: 'tis the common lot
In This fhape, or in That, has fate entail'd
The mother's throws on all of woman born,
Not more the children, than fure heirs of Pain.
War, famine, peft, volcano, ftorm, and fire,
Inteftine broils, Oppreffion, with her heart
Wrapt up in triple brafs, befiege mankind:
God's image difinherited of day,

Here plung'd in mines, forgets a fun was made;
There, beings deathlefs to their haughty lord,
Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life;
And plough the winter's wave, and reap despair:
Some for hard mafters, broken under arms,
In battle lopt away, with half their limbs,
Beg bitter bread through realms their valour fav'd,
If fo the tyrant, or his minion, doom:
Want, and incurable Disease, (fell pair!)
On hopeless multitudes remorfelefs feize
At once; and make a refuge of the grave:
How groaning Hofpitals eject their dead?
What numbers groan for fad admiffion there?
What numbers, once in Fortune's lap high-fed,
Sollicit the cold hand of charity?

To fhock us more, follicit it in vain!
Ye filken fons of pleasures! fince in pains
You rue more modifh vifits, vifit Here,

And breath from your debauch: Give, and reduce
Surfeit's dominion o'er you: but fo great
Your impudence, you blush at what is right!
Happy! did forrow feize on Such alone:
Not Prudence can defend, nor Virtue fave;
Disease invades the chafteft temperance;
And punishment the guiltlefs; and alarm
Thro' thickeft fhades pursues the fond of peace,
Man's caution often into danger turns,
And his guard falling, crushes him to death.
Not Happiness itself makes good her name;
Our very wishes give us not our wish.
How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft,
From that for which we doat, Felicity?
The Smootheft courfe of nature has its pains,

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