Large was his bounty, and his soul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely send :
He gave to Mis’ry all be bad, ia tears
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all be wis'd) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bofom of bis Father and his God.



By the Same.


AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Pow'r,

Thou Tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour

The Bad affright, afflict the Best !
Bound in thy adamantine chain
The Proud are taught to taste of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.


When first thy Sire to send on earth

Virtue, his darling Child, design'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth,

And bade to form her infant mind. Stern 'rugged nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore :

What forrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe.

Scared at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the flattering Foe;

By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.

Wisdom in sable garb array'd,

· Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy folemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the gen’ral friend,


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With Justice to herself severo,
And Pity, dropping soft the fadly-pleasing tear,

Oh! gently on thy Suppliant's head,

Dread Goddess, lay thy chaft'ning hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,

Nor circled with the vengeful Band (As by the Impious thou art seen) With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,

With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Depair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.

Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear,

Thy milder influence impart, Tły philosophic Train be there

To soften, not to wound my heart,
The gen'rous spark exținet revive,
Teach me to love, and to forgive,

Exact my own defeats to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a man.


E D U C A TI O N..

Α Ρ Ο Ε Μ :



Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of SPENSE R's FAIRY QUE EN.

Inscribed, to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir John



Unum studium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc fapientiæ ftudium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimum : cætera pufilla & puerilia funt.--Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta libera lium artium confeflatio molestos, verbofos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes necessaria, quia supervacua didicerunt.

Sen. Ep. 88. O Goodly Discipline ! from heav'n y-prong! !

Parent of Science, queen of Arts refin'd!
To whom the Graces, and the Nine belong :
O! bid those Graces, in fair chorus join'd


With each bright Virtue that adorns the mind!
O bid the Muses, thine harmonious train,
Who by thy aid erst humaniz'd mankind,

Inspire, direct, and moralize the strain,
That doth essay to teach thy treasures how to gain !

And Thou, whose pious and maternal care,
The substitute of heavenly Providence,
With tenderest love my orphan life did rear,
And train me up to manly strength and sense
With mildest awe, and virtuous influence,
Directing my unpractis’d wayward feet
To the smooth walks of Truth and Innocence;

Where Happiness heart-felt, Contentment sweet, Philosophy divine


hold their blest retreat.

Thou, most belov’d, most honour'd, most rever'd!
Accept this verse, to thy large merit due !
And blame me not, if by each tye endear'd,
Of nature, gratitude, and friendship true,
The whiles this moral thesis I pursue,
And trace the plan of goodly ? Nurture o'er,
I bring thy modest virtues into view;

And proudly boast that from thy precious store, Which erst enrich'd my heart, I drew this sacred lore.


Nurture, Education.


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