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Cheerful she smiles upon her grilly form;
So shines the setting sun on adverse skies,
And paints a rainbow on the storm :
Anon she lets the sullen humour spend,
And with a virtuous book or friend
Beguiles th'uneasy hours;
Wellcolouring ev'ry cross the meets
With heart serene she sleeps and eats,
She spreads her board with fancy'd sweets,
And Irows her bed with flow'rs.

The bero's fibool of morality.
THERON amongst his travels found
A broken statue on the ground,
And searching onward as he went
He trac'd a ruin'd n.onument :
Mould, moss, and shades, had overgrown
The sculpture of the crumbling stone,
Yet ere he pass’d with much ado
He guess'd and spellid out Sci-pi-o.

· Enough,” he cry'd; “I'll drudge no more
" In turning the dull Stoicks o'er :
Let pedants wasle their hours of case
“ To sweat 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


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“ Of mortals, how we may despise
“ All the gay things below the ikies.

“ Methinks a mould'ring pyramid
Says all that the old sages said:
“ For me these shatter'd tombs contain
"More morals than the Vatican.
"The dust of heroes cast abroad,
“ And kick'd and trampled in the road,
“ The relicks of a lofty mind,
"That lately wars and crowns design'd,
“ Tofs'd for a jest from wind to wind,
“ Bid me be humble, and forbear
“ Tall monuments of fanie to rear,
“ They are but castles in the air.
“ The tow'ring heights and frightful falls,
“ The ruin'd heaps and funerals,
« Of smoking kingdoms and their kings,
“ Tell me a thousand mournful things
“In melancholy filence.-



" He


“ That living could not bear to see
“An equal now lies torn and dead,
“ Here his pale trunk and there his head.
“ Great Pompey! while I meditate
s. With solenın horrour thy faci fate,

Thy carcass scatter'd on the shore,
56 Without a name, instructs nie niore
** Than my whole library before.



“Lie ftill my Plutarch then and sleep, • And my good Seneca may keep “ Your volumes clos'd for ever too, “ I have no further use for you; “ For when I feel my virtue fail, “And my ambitious thoughts prevail, "I'll take a turn aniong the tombs “ And see whereto all glory comer; “ There the vile foot of ev'ry clown

Tramples the sons of Honour down,

Beggars with awful ashes sport " And tread the Cæsars in the dirt.



Freedom, 1697.

Tempt me no more; my soul can ne'er

With the gay sav'ries of a court;
l'ave an aversion to those charms,
And hug dear Liberty in both mine arms.
Go, vafsal souls, go cringe and wait

5 And dance attendance at Honorio's gate, Then run in troops before him to compose his state; Move as he moves, and when he loiters fand; You 're but the shadows of a man: Bend when he speaks and kiss the ground; jo Go catch th' impertinence of sound, Adore the follies of the great, Wait till he smiles; but lo! the idol frown'd, And drove them to their fate. Volume VI.




Thus baseborn niinds; but as for me

15 I can and will be free: Like a strong mountain or some stately tree My soul grows firm upright, And as I land and as I go It keeps my body fo: No, I can never part with my creation right. 1.et slaves ånd asses stoop and bow, ữ cannot make this iron knee

[free. Bend to a meaner pow'r than that which form'd it

Thus my bold harp profusely play'd

25 l'indarical, then on a branchy fhade I hung my harp aloft, myself beneath it laid; Nature that liften'd strain Resum'd the theme and acted it again. Sudden rose a whirling wind

30 Swelling like Honorio proud, Around the straws and feathers crowd, 'Types of a flavifh mind; Upwards the stormy forces rife, The dust flies up and climbs thc skies,

35 And as the tempest fell th' obedient vapours sunk: Again it roars with bellowing found, The nicaner plants that grew around, [ground: The willow and the asp, trembled and kiss’d the Hard by there stood the iron trunk


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Of an old oak, and all the storm defy'd;
In vain the winds their forces try'd,
In vain they roar'd; the iron oak
Bow'd only to the heav'nly thunder's stroke.


On Mr. Locke's Annotations upon several parts of Tbe

New Testament, left bebird bim at his death.

Thus reason learns by flow degrees
What faith reveals, but still complains
Of intellectual pains,
And darkness from the too exuberant light :
The blaze of those bright mysteries
Pour'd all at once on Nature's eyes
Offend and cloud her feeble sight.

Reason could scarce sustain to see
Th’Almighty One, th'Eternal Three,
Or bear the infant Deity;
Scarce could her pride descend to own
Her Maker ftooping from his throne,
And dress’d in glories so unknown:
A ransom'd world, a bleeding God,
And Heav'n appeas'd with lowing blood,
Were themes too painful to be understood.

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