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Inquire it there; from truth to truth advance,
Nor leave thy principles the work of chance.

Mercy prevailing, was Redeeming Grace
Sent down from Heaven to save a sinking race,
And can the tongue want prompting in His praise *
Or wait the slow return of hours and days *

Be not deceiv'd, a part is not the whole,
To love our GoD the great, but not the sole
Commandment giv'n us, on which life depends:
A second,—which our mutual good intends,
Suits with our nature and our station here,
And helps the common load of ills to bear,
Was graciously annexed, with purpose kind;
Nor dare to sep'rate what thy GoD has join'd.
Partial obedience still abortive proves;
Who loves his GoD aright, his Brother loves.

Give freely what thougiv'st; harsh chidings spare,
Nor blemish thy good deeds with words severe;
Thy love's defective, if to deeds confin'd;
A word—a look—may, with th' ingenuous mind,
Outweigh thy gift: prevent the heartfelt dread
Of modest want, when forc'd to ask for bread.

Hail! heav'n-born Charity, that ne'er canst cease!
Immortal as thy source Thou bond of peace,
That, in thy circle, comprehend'st the whole !
Impress thy sacred image on my soul

In all its wide extent!—Let me not think
To give the hungry, bread; the thirsty, drink;
Complete thy character, or form thy name,
Thy prospects terminate, or bound thy aim :
Banish all mean suspicion from my breast,
Foe to our own as to another's rest;
Be the rude hint abhorr'd, the pointed jest,
Which, like a scorpion, stings the feeling breast.

MISCELLANEOUS. By Queen Elizabeth, written in defiance of Fortune.

NEveR thinke you Fortune can beare the sway, Where Virtue’s force can cause her to obay.

Verses found in Sir W. Raleigh's Bible.

E'EN such is Time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have 1
And pays us nought but age and dust,
Which, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
And from which grave, and earth, and dust,
The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.

Happy, oh happy he, who, not affecting
The endless toils attending worldly cares,
With mind repos'd, all discontents rejecting,
In silent peace his way to heaven prepares :
Deeming his life a scene, the world a stage,
Whereon man acts his weary pilgrimage.

Celestial Patience how dost thou defeat
The foe's proud menace, and elude his hate :
While passion takes his part, betrays our peace,
To death and torture swells each slight disgrace.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down :
He that hath borne no cross, hath not deserved a
CrOWn.

Let folk bode well and strive to do their best,
No more's required, let Heaven make out the rest.

O Athelstan, be obstimately just,
Reveal no secret, and betray no trust:
Let never man be bold enough to say
Thus, and no farther, shall my passion sway;
The first crime past involves us into more,
And guilt grows fate, which was but choice before.

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On Swearing.

IT chills my heart to hear the great Supreme
Rashly appeal’d to on each trifling theme;
Maintain your rank, vulgarity despise,—
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise;
You would not swear upon the bed of death,
Reflect—your MAKER now might stop your breath.

Be ever virtuous, soon or late you'll find
Reward and satisfaction to your mind.

Dr. Doddridge on his family motto—“Dum vici

mus, vivamus.”

Live whilst you live, the epicure will say,
And seize the pleasure of the fleeting day:
Live whilst you live, the Christian preacher cries,
And give to GoD each moment as it flies:
LoRD, in my view may both united be!
I live in pleasure when I live to Thee.

From the Persian, by Sir Wm. Jones.

ON parents' knees, a naked new-bornehild,
Weeping thou satst, whilst all around thee smil’d;
So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep,
Calm thou maystsmile whilst all around thee weep.
Then let time's creeping winter shed
Its reverend snow around my head;
And as I feel by slow degrees
My sluggard blood wax chill and freeze,
May Faith unveil to my fix’d eye
A scene of deep eternity;
*Till life dissolving at the view,
I wake and find the vision true.

Inscription on a Sun-Dial.

Once at a potent leader's voice it stay’d ;
Once it went back, when a good monarch pray'd;
Mortal howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore,
The fleeting shadow will return no more

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If judgment, wit, and knowledge of mankind,
A polish'd style, and manners most refin'd,
Can make a letter and a man complete,
All these in Chesterfield united meet.
But if an upright heart, religious truth,
Morals, and honour, form the perfect youth,
From purer lights catch thou the guiding ray,
And throw the courtier and his book away.

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