Some view the ftate with Envy's eye, Some were difpleas'd, they knew not why; And Luxury the name fhe bore. The queen was firft to take the field, That both were proof to ev'ry dart. Both high in merit, and in place. Here Refolution march'd, whose foul No fear could fhake, no pow'r controul; The heroine wore a Roman vest, A lion's heart inform'd her breast. There Prudence fhone, whofe bofom wrought 'Twas her's to bid the troops engage, And teach the battle where to rage.. 2 Q And And now the Syren's armies prefs, The mighty wings, that form'd the fide, And Death, were flation'd in the rear. Health rang'd her troops with matchlefs art, And acted the defensive part; Her army, pofted on a hill, Plainly bespoke superior skill, Hence were difcover'd, thro' the plain, The motions of the hostile train: The Syren fpake- Let Fraud prevail, • Henceforth hoftilities fhall cease, I'll fend to Health and offer peace.' This wicked ftrumpet topp'd her part, And fow'd fedition in the heart! Thro' ev'ry troop the poifon ran, By Pleasure's wiles, and both undone. A Whe Who ftill regards those wiser few, That dares her dictates to purfue. CONTEN t. VISION IV.. MAN is deceiv'd by outward show 'Tis a plain, homespun truth, I know; The fraud prevails at ev'ry age, So fays the school-boy, and the fage: I dream'd ('twas on a birth-day night) As I was traverfing the hall, Where Bruffels looms adorn'd the wall, A graceful perfon came in view, His His dress was unadorn'd with lace, But charms! a thousand in his face. This, Sir, your property?' I cry'd. • Master and manfion coincide: Where all, indeed, is truly great, And proves, that blifs may dwell with state. • But think not here that I refide : • Our taste and manners disagree; His levee boafts no charms for me: The patent of a ducal heart: • And hence his chaplain shares my breast. • There was a time (his grace can tell) I knew the duke exceeding well; • Knew ev'ry fecret of his heart; In truth, we never were apart: • But when the court became his end, • One day I call'd upon his grace, Juft as the duke had got a place : • I thought (but thought amifs, 'tis clear) • Bat You relish not the great man's lot! • Come, haften to my humbler cot. Think me not partial to the great, • I'm a fworn foę to pride and state; No monarch fhares my kind embrace, There's scarce a monarch knows my face: • Content fhuns courts, and oft'ner dwells With modeft worth in rural cells; There's no complaint, tho' brown the bread, • Or the rude turf fuftain the head; Tho' hard the couch, and coarse the meat, • Still the brown loaf and fleep are sweet. Far from the city I refide, • And a thatch'd cottage all my pride. But tho' from towns and crowds I fly, • Virtue will tell thee, I'm her friend; • Tell thee, I'm faithful, conftant, kind, And meek, and lowly, and refign'd; • Will fay, there's no diftin&tion known Betwixt her houshold and my own.' AUTHOR.. If these the friendships you pursue, Your friends, I fear, are very few, So |