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What' you (the cried, unlearn'd in arts to please, Above, helow, without, within, around,
Slaves to yourselves, and even fatigu'd with ease, Confus’d, unyumber'd multitudes are found,
Who lofe a length of undeferving days M'ho pass, repals, advance, and glide away ;
Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise? Hofts rais'd by fear, and phantoms of a day:
To just contempi, ye vain pretenders, fall; Aftrologers, that future faces foreshew ;
The people's fable, and the scorn of all! Projectors, quacks, and lawyers not a few;
Straight the black clarion finds a horrid sound, And priests, and party zealots, num'rous bands,
Loud langhs burst out, and bitter scoils Ny round; With home-born lyes, or tales from foreign lands;
Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, Each talk'd aloud, or in fome secret place;
And icornful hiffes run thro' all the crowd. And wild impatience ftar'd in ev'ry face.

Laft, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, The flying rumours gather'd as they rollid,
Enslave their country, or ufurp a throne; Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
Or who their glory's dire foundation lay'd And all who told it added something new,
On for'reigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd;

And all who hcard it made enlargements too;
Calm thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, In ev'ry car it spread, on ev'ry tongue it grew.
Of crooked counsels and dark politics, Thus Mying cait and west, and north and south,
Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, News travelld with increase from mouth to mouth,
And beg to make th' immortal trcaton's known. So from a fpark, that kindled first by chance,
The trumpet roars, long Aaky flames expire, With gath'ring force the quick’ning flames ad-
With sparks that seemd to let the world on fire. vance ;
At the dread sound pale mortals stood aghaft, Till to the clouds thcir curling heads aspire,
And startled nature trembled with the blast. And tow'rs and temples fink in floods of fire.

This having heard and seen,lome pow'runknown When thus ripe lycs are to perfection fprung,
Straight chang’d the scene, and snatch'd me from Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue,
the throne.

Thro' thousand vents, imparient, forth they flow,
Before my view appear'd a structure fair, And ruth in millions on the world below;
Its fite uncertain, if in earth or air;

Fame fits aloft, and points them ou: their course,
With rapid motion turn'd the manfion round; Their date determines, and prescribes their force ;
With ceaseless noise the ringing walls refound; Some to remain, and some to perish foon ;
Not less in number were the spacious doors Or wane and wax alternate like the moon.

Than leaves on trees, or fands upon the shores ; Around a thousand winged wonders fly; : [sky.
Which ftill unfolded itand, by night, by day, Borne by the trumpet's blast, and scatter'd thro' the
Pervious to winds, and open ev'ry way. There, at one passage, oft you might survey
As flames by nature to the skies ascend, A lye and truth, contending for the way;
As weighty bodies to the centre tend,

And long 'twas doubtful, both fu closely pent,
As to the lea returning rivers roll,

Which first should issue thro' the narrow vent,
And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole; At last agreed, together out thcy fly,
Hither, as to their proper place, arise

Inseparable now the truth and lye;
All various sounds from carth, and feas, and skies, The strict companions are for ever join'd,
Or spoke aloud, or whisper'd in the ear;

And this or that unmix'd no mortal e'er shall find.
Nor ever filence, reít, or peace is here.

While thus I stood, intent to see and hear,
As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes One came, methought, and whisper'd in my car :
The sinking stone at first a circle makes ; What could thus high thy rash ambition raise ?
The trembling furface, by the motion stirr'd, Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise?
Spreads in a second circle, then a third;

'Tis true, faid I, not void of hopes I came,
Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance, For who fo fond as youthful bards of Fame?
Fill all the war’ry plain, and to the margin dance : But few, alas ! the casual blefling boast,
Thus ev'ry voice and found, when first they break, So hard to gain, fo caly to be loit.
On neighb'ring air a soft impression makc; How vain that second life in others' brcath,
Another ambient circle then they move;

Th'estate which wits inherit after death!
That, in its turn, impels the next above; Eale, health, and life, for this they must resign;
Thro' undulating air the sounds are sent, Unsure the tenure, but how vast the fine !
And spread o'er all the Huid element. The great man's curse, without he gains, endure;

There various news I heard of love and strife, Be envied, wretched-and be inutter'd, poor;
peace and war, health, sickness, death, and All luckless wits their enemies prrit,

And all successful, jealous fi uids a: Lift.
Of loss and gain, of famine and of store; Nor fame I flight, nor for hei lavou.. call;
Of storms at sea, and travels on the shore; She comes unlook'd for, if the comes at all.
Of prodigies, and portents seen in air ;

But if the purchase costs fo diar a price
Of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair; As foothing folly, or exalting vice;
Of turns of fortune, changes in the ftatc ; Oh! if the mufe must flatter lawless sway,
The falls of fav’rites, projects of the great;

And follow still where fortune leads the ways
Of old milinanagements, taxations new : Or if no basis bcar my rifing namne
All neither wholly falfo, nor wholly true.

But the fallen ryins of another's fame



Then reach me, Heaven! to scorn the guilty bays, tbe bolily qualifications of the Brtutes ; tbough Drive from my brcalt that wretched lutt of praise ; to polijs any of the sensitive faculties in a Unblemith'd let me live, or dic unknown; big ber degree would render bim miserable.Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! Tbut throug bout the wbole visible world un

univerfal order and gradation in the linzal 15. Tbc bappy Life of a Country Parson. Pope. and mental faculties is observed, wbicb caufis

a subordination of creature to creature, and In Imitation of Dr. Swift.

of all creatures to Mar. The gradations of PARSON, these things in thy poffeffing denie, inttinct, thought, reflection, realon; that Are better than the Bishop's blefling

Reason alone courier vuils all the oiber fundA Wife that inakes conserves; a Steed

ties. How much further this order and lubosThat carries double when there's need;

dination of living creatures may extend, alore October store, and best Virginia;

and bilo us; wire any part of wbicb broken, Tythe-Pig, and mortuary Guinea;

not ibut part only, but ibe whole connities Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,

creation must be difiroved.--- The extravagance, For which thy patron 's weekly thank'd; madnets and pride of such a difire.Tbe curiA large Concordance, bound long since ; fiquence of all the abiolure submillion due 18 Sermons to Charles the First when Prince; Providence, boib as 10 our present and future A Chronicle of ancient standing;

A Chryfoftom to smooth thy band in.
The Polyglott-three parts—my text,

AWAKE, my Saint John ! leave all meaner

things Howbeit- likewise now to iny next.

To low ambition and the pride of Kings. Lo! here the Septuagint-and Paul,

Let us, fince life can little more supply To sum the wholc-the close of all.

Than just to look about us, and to die, He that has these, may pass his life,

Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man; Drink with the 'Squire, and kiss his Wife; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;

A Wild, where weeds and Aow'rs promifcuous And fast on Fridays--if he will:

Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit. [thoos; Toast Church and Queen, explain the News, Together let us beat this ample field, Talk with Church wardens about pows,

Try what the open, what the covert yield! Prav heartily for fome new Gift,

The latene tracks, the giddy hcights explore, And thake his head at Doctor St.

Of all who blindly creep, or fightlef foar;

Eye Nature's walks, thoot Folly as it flies, $ 16. An Every on Man: in Four Epiftles. Pore. And catch the manners living as they rile; To H. St. John Lord Bolingbroke.

Laugh where we must, he candid where sic can,

But vindicate the ways of God to Man.

Say first, of God above, or Mau below,

What can we reason, but from what we know?

Of Man, what fee we but his station here, of the Nature and Star of Man with repr27 10 From which to reason, or to which refer? the Univoile.

Thro'worlds unnumber'd tho'the God leknown, Of Man in the abh oct ---That we can judge 'Tis ours to trace him only in our own.

only with regard 10 our onun fyftem, bring ig. He vi ho thro' vast immentity can pierce, zorant of the relations of lifiems and things. See worlds on worlds compose one universe, That Man is not to be det med imperfect, tut Obferve bow system into lyttem runs, a Being suited to his place and rank in the What otliet planets circle other duris, Cra!ion, agreeable to ibe gencral Order of What varied Being peoples ev'ry star, things, and confirmable to Ends and Relations May tell why Heaven has made us as we are. 19 bim unknown.---That it is partly upon bi: But of this frame the bearings and the tics, ignorance of future evenis, and partiy upon The strong connections, nice dependencies, ebe hope of a future flute, tbal ail bis bap-Gradations jutt, has thy pervading loui pinets in ibe present depends. The pride of Look'd thro'? or can a part contain the whole? diming at more knowledge, and pretending io is the great chain that draws all to agree, 7:105e perfektion, the carfe of Man's erio und And drawn fiipports, upheld by God or thee? 972: sery. The impiety of putting bimplf in ihr Prefumiptuous Man! the reason wouldt thou find place of God, and judging of the finefs or Why form’d to i cak, fo little, and so blind? urfinnss, perfection or imperfection, ce or Firit, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, ir juflice, of his difpenfations.---The absurdity Why form’d no weaker, blinder, and no less; of conceiting himself the final cause of the cre- Alk'of thy mother earth, why oaks are made ation, or expetiing tbat perfection in ihe moral Taller and stronger than the weeds they made ; waik? which is not in ibe nainal.--The Or ask of sunder argent hields alore, unreafonablencfs of bis cumplainis oguinf Pro- l'hy Jove's Satellites are lefs than Jove. vidence, cubile on the one tand be demands of lyftums poflible, it ’ris confeft ibe perfections of the singels, and on the ober That Wildum intinite must form the best,



Where all must full or not coherent be,

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense And all that rises rise in due degree;

Weigh thy Opinion against Providence; Then in the scale of reas'ning life, ’ris plain, Call imperfection what thou fancieft such ; There inust be fomewhere fuch a rank as Man: Say, here he gives too little, there too much: And all the quettion (wranzle e'er so long) Destroy all creatures for thy sport or guft; Is only this, if 'jod has plac'd him wrong? Yet cry, if Man's unhappy, God's unjust;

Refpcéting Man, whatever wrong we call, If Man alone engrofs not Heaven's high care, May, must be right, as relative to all.

Alone made perfect here, immortal there : In human works, tho' labour'd on with pain, Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod, A thousand inovements scarce one purpote gain; Re-judge his justice, be the God of God. In God's, one fingle can its end produce, In Pride, in reas'ning Pride, our error lies; Yet ferves, to second too fume other use; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. So Man, who höre seems principal alone, Pride itill is aiming at the bleft abodes ; Perhaps acts second to fome fphere unknown, llen would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal; Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels full, 'Tis but a part we fee, and not a whole. [ftrains Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel :

When the proud Steed shall know why man re. And who but wishes to invert the laws His fiery course, or drives hiin o'er the plains; Of Order, fins against th'Eteryal Cause. When the dull Ox, why now he breaks the clod, Ak for what end the heavenly bodies fline, Is now a victim, and now iEgypt's God; Earth for whose use? Pride answers, “'Tis for Then shall Man's pride ard dulness comprehend * mine : His actions', pattions', being's, use and end ; “ For me kind Nature wakes her genial pow'r, Why doing, fufl'ring, check'd, impelld; and why "Suickles each herb, and spreads out ev'ry flow's; This hour a llave, the next a deitv.

“ Annual for me the grape, the rose, renew Then fay not Man's imperfect, Heaven in “ The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; Say rather, Man's as perfect as he ought : [fault; “ For me the mine a thousand treatures brings, His knowledge measur'd to liis state and place; * For me health guthes from a thousand springs ; His time a moment, and a point his space. “ Seas roll to waft me, funs to light me rise ;

Heaven from all creatures aides the book of Fate,“ My foot-Itool earth, my canopy the skies." All but the page prescrib'd, their present state ; But errs not Nature from this gracious end, From brutes what men, from men what fpirits from burning suns when livid deaths defcend, Or who could suffer Being here below? [know; When earthquakes lwallow or when temperis The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day ;

sweep Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Towns to one grave, whole Nations to the deep? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, No ('tis replied); the first Almighty Cause And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. “ Aēts not by partial but by gen'ral laws; Oh blindness to the future' kindly given, “Th’exceptions few; some change fince all began: That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heaven; “ And what created perfect!”- Why then man? Who fees with equal eye, as God of all, If the great end be human Happiness, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall;

Then Nature deviates ; and can Man do less? Atoms or systems into ruin hurlid;

As much that end a constant course requires And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Of show'rs and sunshine, as of Man's desires;

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions foar; As much eternal tprings and cloudleis skies,
Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. As men for ever temp'rate, calm, and wile.
What future bliss he g'ves not thee to know, If plagues or earthquakes break not Heaven's de-
But gives that Hope to be thy bleiling now. Why then a Borgia or a Catiline ? [lign,
Hope springs eternal in the human bicast: Whoknows but he whole hand the lightning forms,
Man never Is, but always To be, bleft.

Who heaves old Ocean, and whowings the forms,
The foul, unealy, and confin'd fro:n home, Pours herce Ambition in a Cæsar's mind,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Orturns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind? Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind From pride, froin pride, our very reas'ning fprings; Sces God in clouds, or hars him in the wind; Account for moral as for nat’ral things: His foul proud Science ne : er taught to stay Why charge we Heaven in thole, in these acquit? Far as the folar walk, or milky way;

In both, to reason right, is to submit. Yet fimple Nature to his hope t'as given,

Better for us, perhaps, it might appear,
Behind the cloud-topt hill

, an humbler heaven; Were there all harmony, all virtue here ;
Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd, That never air or ocean felt the wind;
Some happier iland in the wat'ry waste; That never paffion di'compos'd the inind.
Where slaves once more their native land behold, But all fublilts by elemental strife ;
No fiends torment, fia Christians thirst for gold. And paflions are the elements of Life.
To Be, contents his natural desire,

The gen'ral Order, since the whole began,
He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire ; Is kept in Nature, and is kept in Man.
But thinks, admitted to that cquial fky,

What would this Man ? Now upward will he His faithful dog shall bear him com;4.1y.

And, little less than Angel, would be more : [foar,



Now, lowking downward, just as griev'd appears Beast, bird, fish, infect, what no eye can see,
To want the strength of bulls, the firs of bears. No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee,
Made for his ufe all crcatures if he call, From thee to Nothing.-On fuperior pow'rs
Say what their use, had he the pow'rs of all ? Were we to press, inferior might on ours;
Nature to these, without profufion kind, Or in the full creation leave a void,
The proper organs, proper pow'rs aflign'd; Where, one step broken, the great scale 's de-
Each seeming want compensated of course,

Itroy'd :
Here with degrees of swiftnets, there of force; From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,
All in exact proportion to the state ;

Tenth, or ten-thousandrh, breaks the chain alike. Nothing to aid, and nothing to abatc.

And, if cach symptom in gradation roil
Each beaft, each infect, happy in its own : Alike eflential to th' amazing Whole,
Is Heaven unkind to man, and Man alonc ? The least confusion but in one, not all
Shall he alone, whom rational we call, That system only, but the whole must fall.
Bę pleas'd with nothing, if not bleft with all ? Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit tly,

The bliss of man could Pride that bleiling Planets and Suns run lawless thro' the sky;
Is not to act or think beyond mankind: (find) Let ruling Angels from their spheres be hurlid,
No pow'rs of body or of foul to thare,

Being on Being wreck'd, and world on world, But what his nature and his state can bear. Heaven's whole foundations to their contre nod, Why has not man a microscopic eye ?

And Nature tremble to the throne of God: Jor this plain rcaton, Man is not a Fly. All this dread Order break-for whom? for thee?. Say what the use, were finer optics given, Vile worm !-oh madness, pride, impicty!

T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the hcaven? What if the foot, ordain'd the duri to tread, Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er,

Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head? to smart and agonize at every pore?

What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd Or, quick etlluria darting thro' the brain, To serve mere engines to the ruling inind ? Die of a role in aromatic pain?

Just as absurd for any part to claim
lof nature thunder'd in his opening cars, To be another, in this gen'ral frame;
And fiunu'd him with the niutic of the spheres, Just as absurd to mourn the talks or pains
Jlow would he with that Heaven had left him still The great directing Mind of all ordains.
The whispering Zephyr, and the purling rill! All are but parts of one ftupendous whole,
Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Whosc body Nature is, and God the soul;
Alike in what it gives, and what denies ? That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same ;

Far as Creation's ainple range extends, Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame;
The scale of fenfual, mental pow'rs ascends: Warins in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Mark how it mounts to Man's imperial race, Glows in the stars, and bloiloms in the trees;
}.rom the green myriads in the peopled grass : Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent;
What modes of light betwixt cach wide extreme, Spreads undivided, operates unipent;
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam! Brcathes in our foul, informs our mortal part,
Of smell, the headlong lioncfs between,

As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
And hound sagacious on the tainted green! As full, as perfect, in vile Man that mourns,
Of hcaring, from the life that fills the flood, As the rapt Seraph that adores and bums :
To that which warbles through the vernal wood! To himn no high, no low, no great, no small;
The 1pider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! He fills, hc bounds, connects, and cquals all.
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line ! Ceaic then, nor Order Imperfection name :
In the nice bee what sense fo subily true Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
from pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew? Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree
How inftin&t varics in the grov'ling Twine, Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thce.
Compar'd, half-reasoning clephant, with thine ! Submit-in this, or any other sphere,
'Twixt that and Reason what a nice barrier ! Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear :
For cver lep'rate, yet for ever ncar!

Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r,
Remembrance and Retection how allica, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
What thin partitions Senle from Thought divide! All Nature is but art unknown to thce ;
Ard middle natures how they long to join, All Chance, Direction which thou cantt not see;
Yet never pass th' infuperable line !

All Discord, Harmony not understood;
Without this just gradation could they be All partial Evil, universal Good :
Subjected, there to those, or all to thce? And spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
The pow'ss of all subdued by thee alone, One truth is clear, W'batever is, is rigót.
Is not thy Reason all thcsc pow'rs in one?

See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this carth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.

Above, how high progressive life may go! Of the Nairre and State of Man wirb recto
Around, how wide ! how deep extend below!

Himself, as an Individual. Vatt chain of being ! which froin God began; The business of Man not to pry into God, but to foudy. Natures ethereal, huinan, angel, man,

Himself. His Middlc Nature; bis Powers and:


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Frailties. The limits of bis Capacity. - The Deduct but what is Vanity or Dress, tuo Principles of Man, Self-love und Reafon, Or Learning's Luxury, or Idleness ; boto necessary. Self-love sbe stronger, and Or tricks to thew the stretch of human brain, cuby. Their end the same.- The Parlions, and Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain; their use.The Predorninane Passion, and its Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrefcent parts force.--Its neceffity in directing Men to different of all our Vices have created Arts; Purposes. Its providential Ule, in firing our Then fee how little the remaining lum, Principle, and ascertaining our Virtue. --Virtuc Which ferv'd the past, and must the time to come! and Vice joined in our mixed Nature; the limits Two Principles in human nature reign ; near, yet ibe obings separate and evident: Wbar Self-love to urge, and Reason to restrain : is the Office of Reason.-How odions Vice in Nor this a good, nor that a bad we call; itself, and bow ree deceive ourselves in it. - Each works its end, to move or govern all : Ttat, bowever, tbe Ends of Providence and And to their proper operation fiil general Good are answered in our Passions and Ascribe all Good; to their improper, Ill. Imperfe&tions.- Hore ufofully these are difiributedt Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the foul; to all Orders of Men.How ifeful they are to Rcason's comparing balance rules th: whole. Society, and to Individuals, in every ftate and Man, but for that, 10 a&tion could attend; every age of life.

And, but for this, were active to no end;

Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot : The proper study of Mankind is Man.

Or, meteor-like, fiame lawless thro' the void; Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,

Dettroying others, by himfelf deftroy'd. A being darkly wife, and rudely grea; Most strength the moving principle requires; With too much knowledge for the Sceptic fide, Active its talk, it prompts, impuls, inspires. With too much weakness for the Scoic's pride, Sedate and quiet the comparing lies, He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest, Form'd but to check, delib'ratc, and advise. In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; Self-love, still stronger, as its obječts nigh ; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer;

Reason's at distance and in profpe&t lie : Born but to die, and reasoning but to err ; That sees immediate good by present sense ; Alike in ignorance, his reason such,

Reason, the future and the consequence. Whether he thinks too little, or too much: Thicker than arguments temptations throng ; Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confus'd, At best more watchful this, but that more strong. Still by himself abus'd or disabus'd;

The action of the stronger to suspend Created half to rise, and half to fall;

Reason ftill use, to Realon still attend. Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all: Attention, habit and experience gains ; Sole judge of Truth, in endlels Error hurl'd; Each strengthens Reason, and Self-love restrains. The glory, jeft, and riddle of the world! Let subtle schoolmen teach these friends to fight, Go, wondrous creature ! mount where Science More studious to divide than to unite ; guides,

And Grace and Virtue, Sense and Rcafon Split, Go, meature earth, weigh air, and state the tides; With all the raih dexterity of wit. Instruct the planets in what orbs to run, Wits, just like Fools, at war about a name, Correct old Time, and regulate the Sun; Have full as oft no meaning, or the same. Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere, Self-love and Reason to one end aspire ; To the first good, first perfect, and first fair; Pain their aversion, pleasure thcir desire; Or tread che mazy round his followers trod, But greedy chat, its object would devour; And quitting sense call imitating God;

This taste the honey, and not wound the flow'r: As Eastern priests in giddy circles run, Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, And turn their heads to imitate the Sun. Our greatest evil, or our

greatest good. Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule ;

Moles of Self-love the Passions we may call; Then drop into thyself, and be a fool !

'Tis real good, or seeming, moves thera all : Superior beings, when of late they faw But since not ev'ry good we can divide, A mortal Man unfold all Nature's law,

And Reason bids is for our own provide ; Admir'd fuch wisdom in an earthly shape, Passions, tho' selfish, if their means be fair, And thew'd a Newton as we shew an Ape. Lift under Reason, and deserve her care ;

Could he, whose rules the rapid comet find, Those that imparted court a nobler aim,
Describe or fix one movement of his Mind ? Exalt their kind, and take some Virtue's name,
Who saw its fires here rile, and there descend, In lazy Apathy let Stoics boast
Explain his own beginning or his end! Their Virtue fix'd ; 'tis fix'd as in a frost;
Alas, what wonder! Man's superior part Contracted all, retiring to the breast :
Uncheck'd may rife, and climb from art to art ; But ftrength of mind is Exercise, not Reft.
But when his own great work is but begun, The rifing tempest puts in act the soul ;
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone. Parts it may ravage, but preferves the whole.

Trace Science then, with Modesty thy guide; On life's vast occan diverleiy we sail,
First Isip off all her equipage of Pride ; Reason the card, but Pallion is the gale:

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