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Or cushion, when his heaviness shall please
To loll, or thump it for his better ease;
Or a vile bu't for noon or night bespoke,
When the peer rashly swears hell club his.joke?
Who'd shake with laughter, tho' he could not find
His Lordship's jest; or, if his nose broke wind,
For blessings to the Gods profoundly bow,
That can cry chimncu-swfp, or drive a piough t
With terms like these how mean the Tribe that close!
Scarce meaner They, who terms, like these, impose.
Affectation of Delicacy ridiculed.
To scale the 4/ps- that is, ascend the stairs.
My fan! let others say who laugh at toil;
The Emptiness of Riches.
Wisdom to gold prefer, for 'tis muclyless
To make our fortune, than our happiness;
That happiness which great ones ofteri see,
With rage and wonder in a low degree,
Themselves unblest: the poor are only poor;
But what are they who droop amid their store?
Nothing is meaner than a wretch of state;
The happy only are the truly great.
Peasants enjoy like appetites with Kings,
And those hest satisfied with cheapest things.
Could both our Indies buy but one new sense,
Our envy would be due to large expence;
Since not, those pomps, which to the great belong,
Are but poor arts to mark them from the throng.
See, how they beg an alms of flattery J
They languish! oh support them with a lye!
A decent competence we fully taste;
It strikes our sense, and gives a constant feast:
More, we perceive by dint of thought alone.
The rich must labour to possess their own,
To feel their great abundance; and request
Their humble friends to help them to be blest)
To see their treasures, hear their glory told,
And aid the wretched impotence of gold.
But some great souls, and touch'd with warmth ddvhie.
Give gofd a price, and teach its beams to shine
AH hoarded treasure they repute a load,
Nor think their wealth their own, tiU well bestow'd..'
Grand reservoirs of, public happiness,
Thro' secret streams diffusively they. bless;
And while their bounties glide conceal'd from view,.
Reheve our wants, aadsparc our blushes too.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears
And why? Because he thinks himself immortal.
On the Being of a God..
Retire ;—the world shut out ;—Thy thoughts call home ;•
imagination's airy wing repress ;—
Lock up thy senses ;—Let no passion stir;—
Wake all to Ueason ;—Let her reign alone;—
Then, in thy Soul's deep silence, and the depth
Of Nature's silence, midnight, thus inquire,
As I have done. ■
What am I? and from whence ?—I nothing know, B ut that I am; and since I am, conclude
Something eternal: had there e'er been nought,
Nought still had" been: Eternal there must be.—
But what eternal ?—Why not human race?
And Adam's ancestors without an end?—
That's hard to be conceiv'd; since ev'ry link
Of that long chain'd succession is so frail;
Can ev'ry part dep&nd, and not the whole?
Yet grant it true,; new difficulties rise;
I'm still quite out at sea; nor see the shore.
Whence earth, and these bright orbs ?—Eternal too ?—
Grant matter was eternal; still these orbs
Would want some other father y— Much design
Is seen in all their motions, all their makes;
Design implies intelligence, and art:
That can't be from themselves—or man; that art
Man scarce can comprehend, could man bestow?
And nothing greater, yet allow'd, than man.
Who motion, foreign to the smallest grain,
Shot thro' vast masses of enormous weight?
Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume
Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly?
Has matter innate motion? Then each atom.
Asserting its indisputable right
To dance, would form an universe of dust:
Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms,.
And boundless flights, from shapeless, and repos'd?
Has matter more than motion? Has it thought,
Judgment, andfgenius? Is it deeply learn'd
In Mathematics? Has it fram'd such laws,
Which, but to guess, a Newton made immortal T
If art, to form; and counsel, to conduct;
And that with greater far than human skill,
Resides not in each block ;—a GODHEAD reigns.
A»d, if a GOD there is, that GOD How Git Eat '.
The Ignorance of Man.,
WITH REGARD TO THE GENERAL LAWS OF THE UNIVERSE,
A litason why he should be contented with his present i'tafe,
Say, first, of God above, or man below,
Thro' worlds unnumber'd tho' the God be known,
"Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
He, who through vast immensity can pierce,
See worlds on worlds compose one universe,
Observe how system into system runs,
What other planets circle other suns,
What vary'd being peoples ev'ry star,
May tell why Heaven has made us as we are.
But of this frame the bearings and the ties,
The strong connections, nice dependencies,
Gradations just, has thy pervading soul
Look'd through? or can a part pervade the whole?
Is the great chain, that draws all to agree, And drawn supports, upheld by God, or thee?
Presumptuous man! the reason would'st thou findr
Of systems possible, if 'tis confest
Respecting man, whatever wrong we call,
When the proud steed shall know why man restrains