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in the least the dull or painful hours the oppress, whom sober Senfe conducts,

irtue, thro' this labyrinth we tread. ze and Sense I mean not to disjoin;

card Sense are one : and, trust me, he j has not virtue is not truly wise. < (for mere Good-nature is a fool) e and spirit, with humanity:

retimes angry, and its frown confounds; ; cien v indictive, but in vengeance juft. e tain would laugh at it; some great ones dare;

Or throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.
But for one end, one much-neglected use,
Are riches worth your care (for Nature's wants
Are few, and without opulence supplied)
This noble end is, to produce the Soul :
To shew the virtues in their faireft light;
To make Humanity the Minister
Of bounteous Providence; and teach the breast
That generous luxury the Gods enjoy. -
Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly Sage
Sometimes declaim'd. Of right and Wrong he taught
Truths as refin'd as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practis'd what he preach'd.

ARMSTRONG

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IN frolick's hour, ere ferious thought had birth,

Elis heart the molt undaunted fon
rure dreads its name and awful charms.

Acht uses this determines wealth :
As the folid pomp of prosperous days;
prace and helter of adversity.

f you pant for glory, build your fame
is foundation, which the secret shock
of Eny and all-tapping Time.
1.dv gloss of Fortune only strikes
arere: The fuffrage of the wise,
be that's worth ambition, is attain'd
le alone, and dignity of mind.
de, the frength and beauty of the soul,
- tt gift of Heaven : a happiness
enabore the smiles and frowns of fare
scat Nature's favourites: a wealth

er encumbers, nor to baler hands
transferr'd: it is the only good
it bralts of, or can call his own.
re oti by guilt and baseness earn'd;
y chance to shield a lucky kure,

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There was a time, my dear CORNWALLIS, when The Muse would take me on her airy wing And waft to views romantic; there present Some motley vision, shade and fun : the cliff Oe'rhanging, sparkling brooks, and ruins grey : Bade me meanders trace, and catch the form Of various clouds, and rainbows learn to paint.

Sometimes Ambition, brushing by, would twitch My mantle, and, with winning look sublime, Allure to follow. What tho' steep the track, Her mountain's top would overpay, when climb’ds The scaler's toil; her temple there was fine,

And

And lovely thence the prospects. She cou'd tell
Wliere laurels grew, whence many a wreath antique;
But more advis’d to Thun the barren twig,
(What is immortal verdure without fruit?)
And woo some thriving art: her numerous mines
Were open to the searcher's skill and pains.

Caught by th' harangue, heart beat, and flutt'ring pulse
Sounded irreg'lar marches to be gone
What, pause a moment when Ambition calls ?
No, the blood gallops to the distant goal,
And throbs to reach it. Let the lame fit ftill.
When Fortune gentle, at th' hill's verge extreme,
Array'd in decent garb, but somewhat thin,
Smiling approach’d; and what occasion, alk’d,
Of climbing : She, already provident,
Had cater'd' well, if ftomach cou'd digest
Her viands, and a palate not too nice:
Unfit, she said, for perilous attempt;
That manly limb requir'd, and finew tough:'
She took, and laid me in a vale remote,
Amid the gloomy scene of fir and yew,
On poppy beds, where Morpheus strew'd the ground:
Obscurity her curtain round me drew,
And Syren Sloth a dull quietus fung.

Sithence no fairy lights, no quick'ning ray,
No stir of pulse, nor objects to entice
Abroad the spirits : but the cloyster'd heart
Sits squat at home, like pagod in a niche
Obscure, or grandees with nod-watching eye,
And folded arms, in presence of the throne, ,
Turk, or Indoftan.-Cities, forums, courts,
And prating sanhedrims, and drumming wars,

Affect

grely c'ence the prospects. She cou'd tell
me izarels grew, whence many a wreach antique

;
readri'd to thun the barren twig,
2! is im norial verdure without fruit :)

woo lune thriving art: her numerous mines
re open to the searcher's skill and pains.
caught by thharangue, heart beat, and flutt'ring pulle
Birrez'lar marches to be gone

Affect no more than stories told to bed
Lethargic, which åt intervals the fick
Hears and forgets, and wakes to doze again.
Instead of converse and variety,
The same trite round, the fame stale silent scene :
Such are thy comforts, blessed Solitude!
But Innocence is there, but Peace all kind,
And simple Quiet with her downy couch,
Meads lowing, tune of birds, and lapse of streams,
And faunter with a book, and warbling Muse
In praise of hawthorns--Life's whole business this!
Is it to bask i' th’ sun? if fo a snail
Were happy crawling on a southern wall.

Why fits content upon a cottage fill
At eventide, and blesseth the coarse meal
In footy corner? why sweet slumber wait
Th' hard pallet? Not because from haunt remote
Sequester'd in a dingle's bushy lap:
"Tis labour makes the peasant's fav'ry fare,
And works out his repose : for Ease must ak
The leave of Diligence to be enjoy’d.

Oh! listen not to that enchantress Eale
With seeming smile; her palacable cup
By standing grows insipid; and beware
The bottom, for there's poison in the lees,
What health impair'd, and crowds inactive maim'd!
What daily martyrs to her lluggish cause!
Less strict devoir the Russ and Persian claim
Despotic; and as subjects long inur'd
To servile burthen grow supine and tame,
So fares it with our fou'reign and her train,

What cho' with lure fallacious she pretend
From worldly bondage to set free, what gain

2:, pause a moment when Ambition calls ?

the blood gallops to the distant goal,

trobs to reach it. Let the lame fit ftil. a Fortune gentle, at thhill's verge extreme,

I in decent garb, but somewhat thin,

* approachd; and what occasion, ak'd,
...king: She, already provident,
later'd well, if ftomach cou'd digest
lands, and a palate not too nice:

the laid, for perilous attempt;
warly limb requir'd, and finex tough:

, and laid me in a vale remote,
c'e gloomy scene of fir and yew,
Dy beds, where Vorpheus strew'd the ground:
rity her curtain round me drew,
iren Sloth a dull quietus sung.
ne no fairy lights, no quick'ning ray,
of pelle, nor objects to entice
the spirits : but the cloyster'd heart
at at home, like pagod in a niche
, or grandees with nod-watching eye,
ed arms, in presence of the throne,
Indoftan.-Cities, forums, courts,

lonxedrims, and drumming wars,

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Affect

Her

Her votaries? What avails from iron chains
Exempt, if rofy fetters bind as fast ?

Bestir, and answer your creation's end.
Think we that man, with vig'rous pow'r endow'd
And room to stretch, was destin'd to fit still?
Sluggards are Nature's rebels, Night her laws,
Nor live up to the terms on which they hold
Their vital lease. Laborious terms and hard;
But such the tenure of our earthly state!
Riches and fame are Industry's reward;
The nimble runner courses Fortune down,
And then he banquets, for fhe feeds the bold.

Think what you owe your country, what yourself,
If fplendor charm not, yet avoid the scorn,
That treads on lowly stations. Think of some
Affiduous booby mounting o'er your head,
And thence with saucy grandeur looking down:
Think of (Reflection's stab!) the pitying friend
With shoulder shrugg'd and forry. Think that Time
Has golden minutes, if discreetly seiz'd:
And if some fad example, indolent,
To warn and scare be wanting-think of me.

с н A P. XX.
TO А YOUNG NOBLEMAN

ELEG Y

LEAVING

THE

UNIVERSITY.

E
R E yet, ingenuous Youth, thy steps retire

From Cam's smooth margin, and the peaceful vale,
Where Science call’d thee to her studious quire,

And met thee mufing in her cloysters pale;
O! let thy friend (and may he boast the name)
Breathe from his artless reed one parting lay!

A lay

er sataries? What avails from iron chains
cerit, if rosy fetters bind as faft?
B?, and aniwer your creation's end.
pick we that man, with vig'rous pow'r endow'd
po room to ftreich, was defin'd 10 fit ftill?
Kards are Nature's rebels, Night her laws,
: live up to the terms on which they hold
ir vital lease. Laborious terms and hard;

ch the tenure of our earthly ftate!
sani fame are Industry's reward;
| cinble runner courses Fortune down,

then he banquets, for the feeds the bold.
1:1.6 what you owe your country, what yourself,
Veidor charm riot, yet avoid the scorn,

A lay like this thy early Virtues claim,

And this let voluntary Friendship pay.
Yet know, the time arrives, the dangerous time,

When all thofe Virtues, opening now fo fair,
Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,

Must learn each Pallion's boilt’rous breath to bear, There if Ambition, pestilent and pale,

Or luxury should taint their vernal glow; If cold Self-interest, with her chilling gale,

Should blast th' unfolding blossoms ere they blow; If mimic hues, by Art, or Fashion spread,

Their genuine, simple colouring should supply; O! with them may these laureate honours fade;

And with them (if it can) my friendship die. And do not blame, if, tho' thyself inspire,

Cautious I strike the panegyric string; The Muse full oft pursues a ineteor fire,

And vainly vent'rous, foars on waxen wing. Too actively awake at Friendship's voice,

The poet's bosom pours the fervent strain, 'Till sad reflection blames the hally choice,

And oft invokes Oblivion's aid in vain.
Go then, my Friend, nor let thy candid breast

Condemn me, if I check the plausive string;
Go to the wayward world; compleat the rest ;

Be, what the purest Muse wou'd wish to sing. Be still thyself; that open path of Truth,

Which led thee here, let Manhood firm pursue; Retain the sweet simplicity of Youth,

And all thy virtue dictates, dare to do. Still scorn, with conscious pride, the mask of Art; On Vice's front let fearsul Caution lour,

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a: treats on lowly stations. Think of fome
ses boobs mounting o'er your head,

cicace with faucy grandeur looking down: nk of (Refection's stab!) the pitying friend 5 houlder shrugg'd and forry. Think that Time

Len minutes, if discreetly feiz'd:
it fome fad example, indolent,
arn and scare be wanting--think of me.

с нА Р. LEG Y TO A YOUNG NOBLEMAN

LEAVING THE UNIVERSITY,

Fret, ingenuous Youth, thy steps retire rom Cam's smooth margin, and the peaceful rak, Science call thee to her ftudious quire, met thee muling in her cloysters pale; hy friend (and may he boast the name)

from his ardless reed one parting las!

And

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