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I feel I feel th' attractive force
Of thy fuperiour foul,
My chariot flies her upward course,
Now let me chide the mean affairs
And mighty toil of men,
How they grow gray in trifling cares
A puff of honour fills the mind,
Thus like the afs of favage kind
We fnuff the breezes of the wind
Or fteal the ferpent's food.
Could all the choirs
That charm the poles
But ftrike one doleful found
'Twould be employ'd to mourn our fouls, Sculs that were fram'd of fprightly fires In floods of folly drown'd.
Souls made of glory feek a brutal joy;
How they difclain their heav'nly birth,
Melt their bright fubftance down with droffy earth,
Oft' has thy genius rous'd us hence
With elevated fong,
Bid us renounce this world of fenfe,
And mufick of thy tongue.
Then let the worms of grov'ling mind
Round the fort joys of earthly kind
In reftiefs windings roam:
Howe hath an ample orb of foul
Where thining worlds of knowledge roll,
Completes the heav'n at home.
The difappointment and relief.
VIRTUE, permit my fancy to impose
Upon my better pow'rs;
She cafts fweet fallacies on half our woes
And gilds the gloomy hours.
How cou'd we bear this tedious round
Of waning moons and rolling years,
Of flaming hopes and chilling fears,
Young Doris, who nor guilt nor danger knows,
On the green margin stood,
Pleas'd with the golden bubbles as they rose,
And with more golden fands her fancy pav'd the flood;
Then fond to be entirely bleft,
And tempted by a faithlefs youth
Darkness and naufeous dregs arife
O'er thy fair current Love, with large supplies
Is dafh'd, and drown'd, and loft;
Amidst the turbid waves, and gives a faint delight.
Cheerful fhe fmiles upon her grifly form;
She spreads her board with fancy'd sweets,
The hero's fchool of morality.
THERON amongst his travels found
He guefs'd and fpell'd out Sci-pi-o.
Enough," he cry'd; "I'll drudge no more
"In turning the dull Stoicks o'er :
"Let pedants wafle their hours of cafe
"To fweat all night at Socrates,
“And feed their boys with notes and rules,
"Those tedious recipes of schools
"To cure ambition; I can learn
"With greater ease the great concern
"Of mortals, how we may despise
That lately wars and crowns defign'd,
"Here his pale trunk and there his head.
"Thy carcass fcatter'd on the fhore,
5. Without a name, inftructs me more "Than my whole library before.