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TO MR. MURRAY.
THIS Piece is the most finished of all his imitations, and executed in the high manner the Italian Painters call Con Amore. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the ftretch, and produces the fupreme degree of excellence. For the Poet had all the warmth of affection for the great Lawyer to whom it is addreffed: and, indeed, no man ever more deferved to have a Poet for his Friend. In the obtaining of which, as neither Vanity, Party, nor Fear, had any share: fo he supported his title to it by all the offices of true Friendship.
"NOT to admire, is all the Art I know,
To make men happy, and to keep them fo." (Plain Truth, dear MURRAY, needs no flowers of fpeech, So take it in the very words of Creech.)
b This Vault of Air, this congregated Ball, Self-center'd Sun, and Stars that rife and fall,
IL admirari, prope res eft una, Numici, Solaque quae poffit facere et fervare beatum. b Hunc folem, et ftellas, et decedentia, certis
There are, my Friend! whofe philofophic eyes
And view this dreadful All without a fear.
Admire we then what d Earth's low entrails hold, Arabian fhores, or Indian feas infold;
All the mad trade of e Fools and Slaves for Gold?
The Mob's applaufes, or the gifts of Kings?
If weak the pleasure that from these can spring,
Whether we dread, or whether we defire,
Whether we i joy or grieve, the fate the curfe,
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Th' unbalanc'd Mind, and fnatch the Man away; 25
Tempora momentis, funt qui
Imbuti fpectent. d quid censes, munera terrae ?
i Gaudeat, an doleat; cupiat metuatne; quid ad rem,
Fork Virtue's felf may too much zeal be had;
And gaze on m Parian Charms with learned eyes:
If not fo pleas'd, at Council-board rejoice,
From P morn to night, at Senate, Rolls, and Hall,
For a Fame, for Riches, for a noble Wife?
Shall One whom Nature, Learning, Birth conspir'd 40
Sigh, while his Chloe blind to Wit and Worth
Si, quidquid vidit melius pejufve fua fpe,
Yet s time ennobles, or degrades each Line;
w Rack'd with Sciatics, martyr'd with the Stone, Will any mortal let himself alone?
See Ward by batter'd Beaux invited over,
There all Men may be cur'd, whene'er they please.
Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.
$ Quicquid fub terra eft, in apricum proferet aetas;
Hoc age deliciis.
y But art thou one, whom new opinions fway, One who believes as Tindal leads the way,
Who Virtue and a Church alike difowns,
Thinks that but words, and this but brick and ftones?
Fly z then, on all the wings of wild defire,
Admire whate'er the maddeft can admire :
Is wealth thy paffion? Hence! from Pole to Pole, Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll, 70 For Indian fpices, for Peruvian Gold,
Prevent the greedy, or outbid the bold:
a Advance thy golden Mountain to the skies;
y virtutem verba putes, et
Lucum ligna ? z cave ne portus occupet alter;