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We slight the precious kernel of the thre,
And toil to polish it's rough coat adsze,
A just deportmeut, manners grae'd mit eine
Elegant phrase, and figure formd to pies,
Are qualities, that seem to ceingrebend
Whatever parents, guardians, schools, intend
Hence an unfurnish'd add a listless aud.
Though busy, trifling; einpty, though reta',
Hence all that interferes, and dares te class
With indolence and luxury, is trash:
While learning, once the man's exclusive podle
Seems verging fast towards the female site.
Learning itself, receiv'd into a mind
By nature weak, or viciously incio'd,
Serves but to lead pliilosophers astras,
Where children would with ease discern the ti!
And of all arts sagacious dupes invedt,
To cheat themselves and gain the world's assert
The worst is-Scripture warp'd from it's ister?

The carriage bowls along, and all are pleasă
If Tom be sober, and the wheels vell grea'd;
But if the rogue have gone a cup too fa,
Lett out his linchpin, or forgot his tas,
It suffers interruption and delay,
And meets with hindrance in the smoothest er
Wheu some hypothesis absurd and raja
Has filld with all it's fumes a critic's braio,
The text, that sorts not with his darling whis,
Though plain to others, is obscure to him.
The will made subject to a lawless forec,
All is irregular and out of course ;
And Judgment drunk, and brin'd to lose his wit,
Winks hard, and talks of darkness at noobdag.

A critic on the sacred book should be
Candid and learn'd, dispassionate and free:
Free from the wayward bias bigots feci,
From fancy's infucace, and imtemp'rate real:
But above all, (or let the wretch refrain,
Nor touch the page he cannot but profane)

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delen af krogare und priden
boty na tae prudent side.

e til repeats;
on vih new quibbles morts;
a the quicksand be deiends,
y, and the contest ends
a desetaks; thery, still left behind
as torney with an ingenious skill;
stupka rela ta their own crooked will;
tudent ved abining lanp supplied

tang, dan take it for a guide
beteken dit wasqual size,

oth supported, use by lies;
White peal with answard pace,

orion bat to lose the face.
bathe isle breed estoun in the brain
de minerally those again.
Sud eesdaet mutually imprint
le image in each other's mint:

and dan, of an infernal ruce,
and cassiving all that's base.
the big stow to the mark in view,
els feble, or his sim untrue

here yet the shaft is on the sing,
stefast forsaken th' elastic string,
The inte fann til intended line,

wide of his design: The mean a hazaion in the sky,

Such was sir Isaac, and such Boyle and Locke:
Your blund'rer is as sturdy as a rock.
The creature is so sure to kick and bite,
A muleteer 's the man to set him right.
First Appetite enlists him Truth's sworn foe,
Then obstinate Self-will confirms bim so.
Tell him he wanders; that his errour leads
To fatal ills; that, though the path he treads
Be flowry, and he see no cause of fear,
Death and the pains of Hell attend him there:
In vain; the slare of arrogance and pride,
He has no hearing on the prudent side.
His still refuted quirks he still repeats;
New rais'd objections with new quibbles meets;
Till, sinking in the quicksand he defends,
He dies disputing, and the contest ends-
But not the mischiefs; they, still left behind
Like thistle-seeds, are sown by ev'ry wind.

Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill;
Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will;
And with a clear and shining lamp supplied,
First put it out, then take it for a guide.
Halting on crutches of unequal size,
One leg by truth supported, one by lies;
They sidle to the goal with awkward pace,
Secure of nothing-but to lose the race.

Faults in the life breed errours in the brain,
And these reciprocally those again.
The mind and conduct mutually imprint
And stamp their image in each other's mint:
Each, sire and dam, of an inferual race,
Begetting and conceiving all that 's base.

None sends his arrow to the mark in view,
Whose hand is feeble, or his aim untrue.
For though, ere yet the shaft is on the wing,
Or when it first forsakes th' elastic string,
It err but little from th' intended line,
It falls at last far wide of his design:
So he, who seeks a mansion in the sky,
Must watch his purpose with a stedfast eye;

That prize belongs to none but the sincere,
The least obliquity is fatal here.

With caution taste the sweet Circean cup:
He that sips often, at last drinks it up.
Habits are soon assum'd; but when we strive
To strip them off, 'tis being flay'd alive.
Call’d to the temple of impure delight,
He that abstains, and he alone, does right.
If a wish wander that way, call it home;
He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam.
But, if you pass the threshold, you are caught;
Die then, if pow'r Almighty save you not.
There hard’ning by degrees, till double steeld,
Take leave of nature's God, and God reveal'd;
Then laugh at all you trembled at before;
And, joining the free-thinkers' brutal roar,
Swallow the two grand nostrums they dispense-
That Scripture lies, and blasphemy is sense.
If clemency, revolted by abuse
Be damnable, then damn'd without excuse.

Some dream that they can silence, when they will,
The storm of passion, and say, Peace, be still ;
But “ Thus far and no further," when address'd
To the wild wave, or wilder human breast,
Implies authority, that never can,
That never ought to be the lot of man..

But muse forbear; long flights forbode a fall;
Strike on the deep-ton'd chord the sum of all.

Hear the just law-the judgment of the skies !
He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies :
And he that will be cheated to the last,
Delusions strong as Hell shall bind him fast.
But if the wand'rer his mistake discern,
Judge his own ways, and sigh for a return,
Bewilder'd once, must he bewail his loss
For ever and for ever? No-the cross !
There and there only (though the deist rave,
And atheist, if Earth bear so base a slave);
There and there only is the pow'r to save.

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There no delusive hope invites despair ;
No mock'ry meets you, no deception there.
The spells and charms, that blinded you before,
All vanish there, and fascinate no more.

I am no preacher, let this hint suffice-
The cross once seen is death to ev'ry vice:
Else he that hung there suffer'd all his pain,
Bled, groan'd, and agoniz'd, and died, in vain.

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