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And, to convince the cruellest maid,

Lovers should use their love alone.
Into their very looks 'twill steal,

And he that most would hide his flame,
Does in that case his pain reveal :
Silence itself can love proclaim.

2. LOVERS AND MISERS. Lovers, like misers, cannot bear the stealth Of the least trifle from their endless wealth.

Beauty, thou art a fair but fading flower,
The tender prey of every coming hour;
In youth thou, comet-like, art gazed upon,
But art portentous to thyself alone :
Unpunished thou to few wert ever given,
Nor art a blessing, but a mark from heaven.

Death shuns the naked throat and proffer'd breast;
He flies, when called to be a welcome guest.

All my past life is mine no more,

The flying hours are gone;
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;

How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,

Phillis, is only thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy.
False hearts, and broken vows:
If I, by miracle, can be

This live-long minute true to thoc,
'Tis all that Heaven allows.

2. WIT. Unequally th' impartial hand of heaven Ilus all but this one only blessing given.

In wit alone 't has been munificent,
Of which so just a share to each is sent,
That the most avaricious are content.
For none e'er thought (the due division's such)
His own too little or his friend's too much.

While in divine Panthea's charming eyes,
I view the naked boy that basking lies,
I grow a God! so blest, so blest am I,
With sacred rapture and immortal joy!

But, absent, if she shines no more,
And hides the suns that I adore,
Strait, like a wretch despairing, I
Sigh, languish in the shade, and die.
Oh! I were lost in endless night,
If her bright presence brought not light;
Then I revive, blest as before,
The Gods themselves cannot be more !

Birds feed on birds, beasts on each other prey,
But savage man alone does man betray ;
Press'd by necessity, they kill for food :
Man undoes man to do himself no good.
With teeth and claws by nature arm’d, they hunt
Nature's allowance to supply their want;
But man with smiles, embraces, friendship, praise,
Unhumanly his fellow's life betrays :
With voluntary pains works his distress,
Not through necessity, but wantonness.
For hunger or for love they fight and tear,
While wretched man is still in arms for fear :
For fear he arms, and is of arms afraid :
By fear to fear successively betray'd :
Base fear, the source whence his best passions came,
His boasted honour, and his dear-bought fame :
The good he acts, the ills he does endure,
'Tis all for fear, to

ake himself secure : Merely for safety, after fame we thirst : For all men would be cowards if they durst.



And honesty's against all common sense ;
Men must be knaves, 'tis in their own defence :
Mankind's dishonest; if you

think it fair
Among known cheats to play upon the square,
You'll be undone :
Nor can weak truth your reputation save;
The knaves will all agree to call you knave :
Long shall he live insulted o'er, oppress’d,
Who dares be less a villain than the rest.


Forth from the thicket rush'd another boar,
So large, he seem'd the tyrant of the woods,
With all his dreadful bristles rais’d up high :
They seem’d a grove of spears upon his back;
Foaming he came at me, where I was posted,
Whetting his huge long tusks, and gaping wide,
As he already had me for his prey ;
Till brandishing my well-pois'd javelin high,
With this bold executing arm I struck
The ugly brindled monster to the heart.


Ambition is at distance
A goodly prospect, tempting to the view;
The height delights us, and the mountain-top
Looks beautiful, because 'tis nigb to heaven ;
But we ne'er think how sandy's the foundation,
What storms will batter, and what tempests shake us.

Now all is hushed, as nature were retired.
And the perpetual motion standing still ;
So much she from ber work appears to cease,
And every jarring element's at peace ;
All the wild herds are in their coverts couched :
The fishes to their banks or ooze repaired,
And to the murmurs of the waters sleep ;
The circling air's at rest, and feels no noise,

Except of some short breaths


the trees, Rocking the harmless birds that rest upon them.

Wish'd morning's come: and now upon the plains,
And distant mountains, where they feed their flocks,
The happy shepherds leave their homely huts,
And with their pipes proclaim the new-born-day.
The lusty swain comes with his well-fill’d scrip
Of healthful viands, which, when hunger calls,
With much content and appetite he eats,
To follow in the field his daily toil,
And dress the grateful glebe that yields him fruits.
The beasts that under the warm hedges slept,
And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up;
And, looking towards the neighbouring pastures, raise
Their voice, and bid their fellow-brutes good morrow.
The cheerful birds, too, on the tops of trees,
Assemble all in choirs; and with their notes
Salute and welcome up the rising sun.

Hail, King Supreme! of power immense abyss !
Father of light! Exhaustless source of bliss !
Thou uncreated self-existent cause,
Controlled by no superior being's laws;
Ere infant light essayed to dart the ray,
Smiled heavenly sweet, and tried to kindle day;
Ere the wide fields of ether were displayed,
Or silver stars cerulean spheres inlaid ;
Ere yet the eldest child of time was born,
Or verdant pride young nature did adorn,
Thou art : and didst eternity employ
In unmolested peace, in plenitude of joy.

In its ideal frame the world designed
From ages past lay finished in thy mind,
Conformed to this divine-imagined plan
With perfect art th' amazing work began.

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