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And all the solemn farce of graves,
* Farewell to ev'ry joy around! To undertakers and their slaves.
« Oh, the heart sickens at the sound !' You know that moral writers say,
Stay, strippling - thou art poorly taught: The world 's a stage, and life a play; Joy, didst thou say: discard the thought. That in this drama to succeed,
Joys are a rich celestial fruit, Requires much thought and toil indeed! And scorn a sublunary root : There still remains one labor more,
What wears the face of joy below, Perhaps a greater than before.
Is often found but splendid woe. Indulge the search, and you shall find Joys here, like unsubstantial fame, The harder task is still behind :
Are nothings but a pompous name; That harder task, to quit the stage
Or else, like comets in the sphere, In early youth or riper age;
Shine with destruction in their rear. To leave the company and place
Passions, like clouds, obscure the sight, With firmness, dignity, and grace.
Hence mortals seldom judge aright. Come, then, the closing scenes survey;
The world's a harsh unfruitful soil, "Tis the last act which crowiis the play. Yet still we hope, and still we toil; Do well this grand decisive part,
Deceive ourselves with wond'rous art, And gain the plaudit of your heart.
And disappointment wrings the heart. Few greatly live in Wisdom's eye
Thus, when a mist collects around, But, oh! how few who greatly die!
And hovers o'er a barron ground,
deluded trav’ller spies Can meet the fue as friend meets friend. Imagin'd trees and structures rise ; Instructive heroes! tell us whence
But, when the shrouded sun is clear, Your noble scorn of Aesh and sevse!
The desert and the rocks appear. You part from all we prize so dear;
« Ah - but when youthful blood runs high, Nor drop one soft reluctant tcar;
Sure 'tis a dreadful thing to die!
To die ! and what exalts the gloom,
"What future scenes await the mind! Decin thrones but trifles all ! -
• Where wings the soul, dislodg’d from clay? Nor send one wishful look to shore.
Some courteous angel point the way! For foreign ports, and lands unknown, · That unknown somewhere in the skies, Thus the firun sailor leaves his own;
Say, where that unknown somewhere lies; Obedient to the rising gale,
And kindly prove, when life is o'er, Unmoors liis bark, and spreads his sail ; • That pains and sorrows are no more; Defies the ocean and the wind,
- For doubtless, dying is a curse, Nor mourns the joys he left behind.
If present ills be chang'd for worse.'
And listen to your poet's dream.
Ere while I took an ev'ning walk, Or swells the object to the sight.
Honorio join'd in social talk. Attend my visionary page,
Along the lawns the zephyrs sweep; And I'll disarm the tyrant's page.
Each ruder wind was lull'u asleep. Come, let this ghastly form appear ;
The sky, all beauteous to behold, He's not so terrible when near.
Was streak'd with azure, green, and gold ; Distance deludes th'unwary cye;
But tho' serenely sost and fair, So clouds seem monsters in the sky:
Fever hung brooding in tlie air ; Hold frequent converse with himn now, Then settled on lionorio's breast, He'll daily wear a milder brow,
Which shudder'd at the fatal guest, Why is my theme with terror fraught? No drugs the kindly wish fulfil; Because you shun the frequent thought.
Disease eludes the doctor's skill : Say, when the captive pard is nigh,
The poison spread thro' all the frame, Whence thy pale cheek and frighted eve? Ferments, and kindles into flame. Sav, why dismay'd thy manly breast,
From side to side Honorio turns, When the grim lion shakes his crest;
And now with thirst insatiate burns : Because these savage sights are new;
His eyes resign their wonted grace, No keeper shudders at the view :
Those friendly lamps expire apace! Keepers accustom'd to the scene,
The brain's an useless organ grown; Approach the dens with looks serene ? And Reason tumbled from his throne. Fearless their grisly charge explore,
But, while the purple surges glow, And smile to hear the tyrants roar.
The currents thicken as they flow : Ay --- but to die ! to bid adieu !
The blood in ev'ry distant part An everlasting farewell too!
Stagnates and disappoints the heart ;
Defrauded of 'its erimson store,
All shudder'd at the black account, The vital engine plays 110 more.
And scarce believ'd the vast amount ! Honorio dead, the fun'ral bell
All vow'd a sudden change of heart, Call'd ev'ry friend to bid farewell.
Would death relent, and sheath his dart I join'd the melancholy bier,
But, when the awful foc withdrew,
All to their follies fled anew.
But when the victim's borne away,
They rush tu pasture and to play. Methought th' imperial tyrant wore
Indulge my dream, and let my pen A state na prince assum'd before;
Paint those unmeaning creatures, nien. All nature fetch'd a general groun,
Carus, with pain and sickness worn, And lay expiring round his throne.
Chides the slow night, and sighs for morn, I gaz'd — when straight arose to sight Soon as he views the eastern ray The most detested fiend of night.
He mourns the quick return of day. He shuffled with unequal pace,
Hourly laments protracted breath, And conscious shame deform'd his face. And courts the healing hand of death. With jealous leer he squinted round,
Verres, oppress'd with guilt and shame, Or fix'd his eyes upon the ground.
Shipwreck'd in fortune, health, and fame : From hell this frightful monster came;
Pines for his dark, sepulchral bed, Sin was his sire, and Gailt his naine.
To mingle with th' unheeded dead. This fury, with oflicious care,
With fourscore years grey Natho bends, Waited around the sov'reign's chair ;
A burden to himself and friends! la robes of terror dress'd the king,
And with impaticuce seems to wait And arni'd him with a laneful sting;
The friendly hand of ling'ring Fate. Gare fierceness to the tyrant's eye,
So hirelings wish their labor done, And hung the sword upon his thigh.
And often eve the western sun). Diseases next, a hideous crowd!
The monarch hears their various gries; Proclaim'd their master's empire lond, Descends, and brings the wish'd relief. And all, obedient to his will,
On Death with wild surprise they star'd;' Flew in commission'd troops to kill.
All seem'd averse! all unprepar'd! A rising whirlwind shines the poles, As torrents sweep with rapid force, And lightning glares, and thunder rolis. The grave's pale chief pursued his course. The monarch and his train prepare
No human pow'r can or withstand, To range the foul tempestuous air.
Or shuo, the conquests of his hand. Straighi to his shoulders he applies
Oh! could the prince of upright mind, Two pinions of enormous size !
And as a guardian angel kind, Methought I saw the ghastly form
With ev'ry heart-felt worth beside, Stretch his black wings and inount the storm Turn the keen shaft of death aside, When Fancy's airy horse I strode,
When would the brave Augustus join And join'd the army on the road.
The ashes of his sacred Vine! As the grin conqu’ror urg'd his way,
But Death maintains no partial war; leccatur'd terror and dismay.
He mocks a sultan or a czar :
He lays his iron hand on all
A truth Britannia lately felt,
Could ablest statesmen ward the blow, By pale-eyed Feer and busy Thought.
Would Grenville own this common foc? Thuse Laults which artful inen conceal, For greater talents ne'er were known Stand here, engrar'd with pen of steel, To
o grace the fav'rite of a throne. Bv Conscience, that impartial scribe!
Could gevins save— wit, learning, fire hose honest palm disclains a bribe;
Tell me would Chesterfield expire? Their actions all like critics view,
Say, would his glorious sun decline, And all like faithful critics 100.
And set like your pale star or mine?
• Referring to the death of his late Royal Highness Prederic Prince of Wales.
Why this address to peerage all ?
Tho' deeply read in Plato's school, Untitled Allen's virtue's call!
With all his knowledge, is a fool. If Allen's worth demands a place,
• Proclaim the iruth - Say, what is man? Lords with your leave, 'uis no disgrace.
His body from the dust began; Though high your ranks in heralds rolls, And when a few short years are o'er, Know, Virtue too ennobles souls.
The crumbling fabric is no more. By her that private nian's renown'd
• Butwhencethesoul?-From heaven it came! Who pours a thousand blessings round.
O prize this intellectual Aame ! While Allen takes Affliction's part,
This nobler self with rapture scan; And draws out all his gen'rous heart,
"Tis inind alone which makes the man. Anxious so seise the fleeting day,
Trust me, there's not a joy on earth, Lest unimprov'd it steal away;
But from the soul derives its birth, While thus he walks with jealous strife, Ask the young rake, (he'll answer right), Through goodness, as he walks through life; · Who treats by day and drinks by night, Shall not I mark this radiant path?
• What makes his entertainment shine? Rise, Muse, and sing the Man of Bath! • What gives the relish to his wine? Publish abroad, could goodness save,
· He'll tell thee (it he scorns the bcast) Allen would disappoint the grave;
That social pleasures form the feast. Translated to the heavenly shore,
The charms of beauty too shall cloy, Like Enoch, when his walk was o'er
· Unless the soul exalts the joy. Nor Beauty's pow'rful pleas restrain : • The mind must animate the face, Her pleas are tribing, weak, and vain ; • Or cold and tasteless ev'ry grace. For women pierce with shrieks the air, · What! must the soul her pow’rs dispense, Smite the bare breasts, and rend their hair; • To raise and swell the joys of sense? All have a doleful tale to tell,
Know, too, the joys of sense control How friends, sons, daughters, husbands fell! • And clog the motions of the soul; Alas! is life our fav'rite theme
• Forbid her pinions to aspire, 'Tis all a vain or painful dream;
Damp and impair her native fire ;
• She holds the enpress Soul in chains : Who lives, for others ills must groan,
Inglorious bondage to the mind, Or bleed for sorrow's of his own;
• Heaven born, sublime, and unconfin'd! Must journey on with weeping eye,
She's independent, fair, and great, Then pant, sink, agonize, and die.
" And justly claiins a large estate ; • And shall a man arraign the skies, · She asks no borrow'd aids to shine; • Because man lives, and mourns, and dies ?' · She boasts within a golden mine; • Impatient Reptile! Reason cried ; * But, like the treasures of Peru, • Arraign thy passion and thy pride;
ller wealth lies derp, and far from view. • Retire, and commune with'thy heart, Say, shall the man who knows her worth, • Ask whence thou cam'st, and what thou art; * Debase her dignity and birth? • Explore thy body and thy mind,
· Or e'er repine at Heaven's decree, Thy station too, why here assign'd.
· Who kindly gave her leave to be; • The search shall teach thee life to prize, Calld her from nothing into day, • And make thee grateful, good, and wise. • And built her tenement of clay? • Why do you roam to foreign climes, • Hear and accept me for your guide
To study nations, modes, and times; • (Reason shall ne'er desert your side) • A science often dearly bought,
Who listens to my wiser voice,
• Pleas'd with that first and sov 'reign causé, Study the science of your heart :
• Pleas’d with unerring Wisdom's laws: • This home philosophy, you know,
· Secure, since sov'reign goodness reigns; • Was prizid some thousand years ago *. • Secure, since sov'reign pow'r obtains. • Then why abroad a frequent guest ?
• With curious eyes review thy frame; · Why such a stranger to your breast ? * This science shall direct thy claim. • Why turn so niany volumes o'er,
• Dost thou indulge a double view, Till Dodsley can supply no more?
• A long, long life, and happy too ? « Not all the volumes on thy shelf
Perhaps a farther boon you crave • Are worth that single volume, Self:
To lie down easy in the grave. · For who, this sacred book declines, • Know, then, my dictates must prevail, • Howe'er in other arts he shines,
• Or surely each fond wish shall fail. Tho'smit with Pindar's noble rage,
• Come, then, is happiness thy aim ? Or vers'd in Tully's manly page;
Let mental joys be all thy game. • Know thyself;' a celebrated saying of Chilo, one of the Seven Wise Men of Greece.
Repeat the search, and mend your pace, (The joys above are understood • The capture shall reward the chace. • And relish'd only by the good). Let ev'ry minute, as it springs,
· Who shall assume this guardian care? Convey fresh knowledge on its wings; • Who shall secure their birthright there! • Let ev'ry minute, as it flies,
• Souls are my charge--lo me 'tis given Record thee good, as well as wise.
- To train them for their native heaven · While such pursuits your thoughts engage, • Know, then-Who bow the early knee, In a few years you 'll live an age.
• And give the willing heart to me; · Who measures life by rolling years ?
Who wisely, when temptation waits, • Fools measure by revolving spheres, • Elude her frauds, and spurn her baits ;
Go thou, and fetch th’unerring rule • Who dare to own my injur'd cause, • Froin Virtue's and from Wisdom's school. • Tho' fools deride iny sacred laws; • Who well improves life's shortest day • Or scorn to deviate to the wrong, • Will scarce regret its setting ray;
· Tho' Persecution lifts her thong; Contented with his share of light,
Tho' all the sons of hell conspire • Nor fear nor wish th' approach of night : • To raise the stake, and light the fire-And when disease assaulis the heart,
Know, that for such superior souls • When sickness trium.phs over art,
There lies a bliss beyond the poles ; • Reflection on a life well past
· Where spirits shine with porer ray, * Shall prove a cordial to the last :
And brighten to meridian day; • This med'cine shall the soul sustain,
Where love, where boundless Friendship rules, "And soften or suspend the pain ;
(No friends that change, no lore that cools!) Shall break Death's fell tyrannic pow'r, · Where rising floods of knowledge roll, * And calm the troubled dying hour.' • And pour, and
pour upon the sow! Blest rules of cool prudential age !
• But where 's the passage to the skies? I listend and rever'd the sage,
· The road thro' Death's black valley lies. When, lo! a forın divinely bright
Nay, do not shudder at my talt; Descends, and bursts upon my sight;
Tho' dark the shades, yet safe the vale. A seraph of illustrious birth
This path the best of men have trod, (Religion was her name on earth),
• And who 'd decline the road to God? Supremely sweet her radiant face,
• Oh! 't is a glorious boon to die! And blooming with celestial grace!
· This favor can't be priz’d too high.' Three shining seraphs form'd her train,
While thus she spake, ny looks express'd Wav'd their light wings, and reach'd the plain, The raptures kindling in my breast : Faith, with sublime and piercing eye, My soul a fix'd attention gave; And pinions flutt'ring for the sky;
When the stern monarch of the grave Here Hope, that smiling angel, stands, With haughty strides approach'd-amaz'd And golden anchors grace her hands ;
I stood, and trembled as I gaz'd There Charity in rohes of white
The seraph calm'd each anxious fear, Fairest and fav’rite maid of light!
And kindly wip'd the falling tear; The seraph spake - 'Tis reason's part Then hasten’d with expanded wing • To govern and to guard the heart ;
To meet the pale, terrific king. • To lull the wayward soul to rest,
But now what milier scenes arise! • When hopes and fears distract the breast; The tyrant droops his hostile guise : • Reason may claim this doubtful strife, He seems a youth divinely fair; • And steer thy bark thro' various life. In graceful ringlets waves his hair; • But when the storms of Death are nigh, His wings their whit'ning plumes display, • Aud midnight darkness veils the sky, His burnish'd plumes reflect the day; Shall reason then direct thy sail,
Light Hows his shining azure vest, • Disperse the clouds, or sink the gale? And all the angel stands confest. • Stranger, this skill alone is mine,
I view'd the change with'sweet surprise, * Skill that Iranscends his scanty line.
And, oh! I puted for the skies ; • That hoary sage has counsell'd right Thank'd Heaven that e'er I drew my breath, Be wise, nor scorn his friendly light. And triumph'd in the thoughts of Death. • Kevere thyself—thou 'rt near allied • To angels on thy better side. • How various e'er their ranks or kinds,
FABLES by the late. Mr. GAY. Angels are but unbodied minds :
Introduction to the Fables. Part the First • When the partition walls decay, Men emerge angels from their clay;
90. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. · Yes, when the frailer body dies,
Remote from cities liv'd a swain, The soul asserts her kindred skies :
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain; • But minds, tho' sprung from heavenly race,
His head was silver'd o'er with age, • Must first be tutord for the place:
And long experience made hiin sage;
In suminer's heat, and winter's cold,
Thus ev'ry object of creation lle fed his flock, and penn'd the fold; Can furnish hints 10 contemplation ; His hours in cheerful labor flex,
And from the most minute and mean Nor envy nor ambition knew;
A virtuous mind can morals glean.
Thy fame is just, the Sage replies;
Priile often guides the author's pen;
Whence is thy learning! Hath thy toil And those, without our schools, suffice
To lis Highness William Duke of Cumberland
$91. FABLE I. The Lion, the Tiger,
and the Trareller.
With early virtues plant your breast,
The specious arts of vice detest, Nor have I'roam'd in foreign parts
Princes, like beauties, from their youth To read mankind, their laws, and arts; Are strangers to the voice of truth : For man is practis'd in disguise,
Learn to contemn all praise betimes; lle cheats the most discerning eyes :
for flattery 's the uurse of crimes. Who by that search shall wiser grow, Friendship by sweet reproof is shown When ire ourselves can never know?
(A virtue never near a throne); The little knowledge I have gain'd,
In courts such freedom must offend, Was all from simple nature drain'd;
There none presumes to be a friend. Hence
life's maxims took their rise, To those of your exalted station Hence grew my settled hate to vicc.
Each courtier a dedication. The daily labors of the lice
Must I 100 flatter like the rest, Awake my soul to industry:
And turn iny morals to a jest? Who can observe the careful ant,
The Muse disdains to steal from those And not provide for fuure want?
Who thrive in courts by fulsonie proses My dog (the trustiest of his kind)
But shall I hide your real praise, With gratitude inflames iny mind:
Or tell you what a nation says ? I mark' his true, liis fuithful way,
They in your infant bosom trace And in my service copy Tray.
The virtues of your royal race, In constancy and nuptial love,
In the fair dawning of your mind I learu my duty from the dove
Discern you gen'rous, mild, and kind. The ben, who from the chilly air
They see you grieve to hear distress, Witla pious wing protects her care,
And pant already to redress. And ev'ry fowl that flies at large,
Go on, the height of good attain, Instructs me in a parent's charge.
Nor let a nation hope in vair. : From nature !00 I take my rule,
For hence we justly may presage To slun contempt and ridicule :
The virtues of a riper age. I nerer, with important air,
True courage shall your bosom fire, In conversation overbear.
And future actions own your sire. Can grave and formal pass for wise,
Cowards are cruel, but the brave When men the solemn bour despise?
Love mercy, and deliglit to save. My tongue within my lips I rein,
A Tiger, roaming for his prey, For who talks much inust talk in vain : Sprung on a Trar'ller in the way; We from the wordy torrent fly;
The prostrate game a Lion spies, Who listens to the chatt'ring pve?
And on the greedy tyrant sies: Nor would I, with felonious Aight,
With mingled roar resound the wood,
Till, vanquishi’ed by the Lion's strength,
The man besought the shaggy lord,
And on his knees for life implor'd; But envy, calumny, and spite
His life the gen'rous hero gare: Bcar stronger venoin in tlicir bitc.
Together walking to his cave,