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And, since thy choice is always free,

But Prudence molt attracts the fight, I bless thee for thy smiles on me.

And fines pre-eminently bright. When sorrows swell the tempest high; To view her various thoughts that rise, Thou, a kind port, art always nigh;

She holds a nirror to her cyes; For aching hearts a fou'reign cure,

The mirror, fuithfai to its charge, Not foft nepenthe * half so sure !

Reflects the virgin's foul in large. And, when returning comforts rise,

A Virtue with a softer air Thou the bright fun that gilds our skies. Was handmaid to the real fair.

While these ideas warmd my bre:aft, This nymph, indulgent, conft:ni, kind, Wy weary eyelids Atole to rest;

Derives from Heaven her sporleis mind, When fancy re-assum'd the theme,

When actions wear a dubious face, And furnith'd this instructive dream : Puts the best meaning on the cate ; 1 failid upon a formy sea

She spreads her arms, and bares her breast, (Thousands embark'd alike with me); Takes in the naked and distress d; Ny skiff was imall, and weak beside,

Prefers the hungry orphin's crics, Not built, methought, to ítem the tide. And from her queen oitains fupplies. The winds along the fourges (weep,

The maid, who acts this lovely part, The wrecks lie scatter'd through the deep; Grafy'd in her hand a bleeding heart. Aloud the foaming billows roar;

Fair Charity, be thou ny gnett, Unfriendly rocks forbid the shore.

And be thy constant couch bicart! While all our various course pursue,

But virtues of interior name A spacious ifle falutes our view :

Crowd round the throne with equal claim; Two queens with tempers diff'ring wide, In Loyalty by none surpass’d, This new-discover'd world divide:

They hold allegiance to the lat. A river parts tlieir proper claim,

Not ancient records e'er can how And Truth its celebrated name.

That one delerted to the foe. One tide a beauteous tract of ground

The river's other tide diplay'd Prefents, with living verdure crown'd: Alternate plots of fur’rs and thade,

The feasons temp?rate, soft, and mild, Where pospies shone wit' various hue, And a kind sun that always smild:

Where yielding willows plentecus greu: Few storns moleft the natives here:

And humble plants t, by trviers thou Cold is the only ill they fear.

With flow lut certain po ton fraumht. This happy clinie and grateful foil,

Beyond these scenes the eye delcied With plenty crowns the labourer's toil. A pow'rful realm extended wide; Here Friendthin's happy kingdom grew:

whole hound'ries from north-ealt begun, Her realmns were finall, her fubje&is few : And Itretch'd to meet the fouth-weit iuni. A thousand charins the palace grace;

Here Flatt’ry boasts detpetic fwry, A rock of adamant its bure.

And basks in all the wurmth of day.
Thothunders roll, and lightnings fly. Long practis'd in Deception's ícliool,
This structure braves th' inclement sky: The tyrant knew the arts to rule;
E'en tiine which other piles devours,

Elated with th' imperial robe,
And nocks the pride of human pow'rs, She plans the conquest of the globe;
Partial to Friendihip's pile alone,

And, aided by her servile trains,
Cements the joints, and binds the stone: Leads kings, and fons of kings, in chains.
Ripens the beauties of the plice,

Her darling minister is Pride And calls to life each latent grace.

(Who ne'er was known to change his fide), Around the throne in order Itand,

A friend to all her int'reits jutt, Four Amazons, a trulty band!

And active to discharge his trust; Friends ever faithful to advise,

Caress'd alike by high and low, Or to defend when dangers rise.

The idol of the belle and beau : Here Fortitude, in cort of mailt

In ev'ry thape he News his skill, The e Justice Kits her golden fcale:

And forms her subjects to his will; Two hardy chiefs, who persevere,

Enters their houses and their hearts,
With forin crect, and brow severe:

And gains his point tetore he parts,
Who smile at perils, pains, and death, Sure never minister was known
And triumph with their latett breath, So zealous for his fuv'reign's throne !

Tenp'rance, that comely matron's near, Three fiftera, similar in mien,
Gurdian of all the virtue's here:

Were maid, of honour to the queen; clorn'd with ev'ry blooming grace.

Who farther favours Mar'd belide, Trithout one wrinkle in her face.

As daughters of her sitelman, Priide. • Nepeathe is an he. b which, heing infused in wine, dispels grief. It is unknown to the moule 1. ivme bebeve it a kind of opium, and others take it for a species of buglofs. Plius. X V.. 21. f. & X alla luminle piant bends down before the touch, as the sensitive plant thrin to the tour

the fire in ba the low poison of the Indians.

Two Caceit, with tow'ring crest, The tyrant stripp'd the mangled fair;
Wat with scorn upon the rest; She wore her (poils, assum'd her air;
::!**, nor lets, I dtem,

And, mounting next the sufferer's chrone, en in her own efteem.

Claim d the queen's titles as her own. Lention, fair and young,

• Ah, injur'd maid ! aloud I cried; Bei d accents on her tongue; - Ah, injur d maid !' the rocks replied, min hapes, and various face, But judge my griefs, and thare them too, 7 sative grace.

For the lad tale pertains to you:
Priti, a wanton maid,

Judge, reader, how severe the wound,
Pergieis and brocade;

When Friendship's fues were mine, I found; slutne, and wild,

When the fad scene of pride and guile Webcasts of a child.

W?s Britain's poor degen’rate ine! Cer::val io the queen,

The Amazons, who propp'd the itate, Laita rent in their mien; Haply survey'd the gen'ral fate. *hat they homage paid, Justice to Powis House is fied, ei owo moit obey'd;

And Yorke luftains her radiant head, 3 fou at their own applause, The virtue, Fortitude, appears

cat ibeir loy'reign's cauie. In open day at Ligonier's; 2 minut e fraight with guile; Illustrious heroine of the sky, Tuote and vile;

Who leads to vanquish or to die! ... me like Pguns, run

'Twas the our vet rans breasts inspir'd, mindering iun.

When Belgia's faithleis fons retird: ciam'rous sounds arise, For Tournay's treach'rous tow'rs can tell Ko ng vition tjes.

Britannia's children greatly fell. a cuid my eyes to feep,

No partial Virtue of the plain! * Tiginary deep;

She rous'd the lions of the main : sua the heim,

Hence Vernon's little fleet succeeds *, I walk to Friend thip's realm, And hence the gen'rous Cornwall bleeds t. wiato. I relate

Hence Grenville glorious I!--for the smild - C : fatty

On the young hero from a child. :5***I could hardly more

Tho’in high life such virtues dwell,
non deplort.

The 'll suit plebeian breasts as well.
vozwüthole fairer plains Say, that the mighty and the great
Sets, where Friendl:ip reigns; Blaze, like meridian suns of state;
- crne bhour's faine, Effulgent excellence display,
kuin tbe lime,

Like Hallifax, in floods of day:
Land it'rest fir'd,

Our lesfer orbs may pour their light,
snim fe afpirido Like the mild crescent of the night.
ir ay open toe,

Tho' paie our beams, and small our fpliers, twilie migiity blow; Still we may Mine serene and clear. Te on the green,

Give to the judge the scarlet gown;

To martial fouls the ciyic crown:
Casale hosts withilood, What then? Is merit their's alone?
liabie tood:

Have we no worth to call our own?
d deep, and clear; Shall we not yindicate our part
**Tidu, no ferries neir,

in the firm breast and upright heart?
1.3 pouclid the waves, Reader, these virtues may be thine,
studad graves;

Tho' in superior life they bine. is extreme,

I can't discharge great Hardwicke's trust;
**: fit enig'rous :tream. True-but my loul may still be just;
mass i xplores;

And tho' I can't the fate defend,
"1", 4 juins the shores, I'll draw the sword to serve my friend,
Toricaud prevails,

Two golden virtues are behind,
*punts fuis:

Of equal import to the mind;
ed Darlige tind,

Prudence, to point out Wisdom's way,
-WW close behind.

Or to reclaim us when we ftray;
th ardour charg d her foes, Temprance, to guard the youthsul heart,

nt promiscuous grows; When Vice and Folly throw the dart;
crew a biond dari,

Each virtue, let the world agree, 8.1 eempats to the heart. Daily resides with you and me, Come vuaid were leen

And when our souls in friendship join, 99207 the queen.

We 'll deem the social bond divine; AP979 Bullo.

+ Died in a late engagement withihe French fleet. in combined fleets of France and Spain.


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Thro' ev'ry scene maintain our trust, For when the sun deserts the skies,
Nor e'er be timid or unjust.

And the dull winter evenings rise, That brealt, where Honour builds his throne, Then for a husband's social pow'r That breast, which Virtue calls her own, To form the calm, converfive hour; Nor Int'reit warps, nor Fear appals,

The treasures of thy breast explore, When Danger frowns, or Lucre calls. From that rich mine to draw the ore: No! the true friend collected ftands,

Fondly each gen'rous thought refine,
Fearless his heart, and pure his hands : And give thy native gold to shine;
Let Int’reit plead, let itorms arise,

Shew thee, as really thou ait,
He dares be honest, tho' he dies!

Tho' fair, yet fairer still at heart.

Say, when life's purple blossoms fade, $117. Vifion VII. Marriage. Inscribed to When in thy cheek the roses die,

As soon they must, thou charming maid! Miss

And sickness clouds that brilliant eye; FAIREST, this Vition is thy due;

Say, when or age or pains invade,
I form'd th' inftructive plan for you.

And those dear limbs shall call for aid;
Slight not the rules of thoughful age; If thou art fetter'd to a fool,
Your welfare actuates every page;

Shall not his transient rarior cool?
But ponder well my sacred theme,

And, when thy health and beauty end,
And tremble while you read my dream. Shall thy weak mate persist a friend?

These awful words, ó till death do part," But to a man of sense, my dear,
May well alarm the youthful heart :

E'en then thou lovely shalt appear;
No after-thought when once a wife,

He 'll share the griefs that wound thy hea
The die is cait, and cast for life;

And, weeping, clain the larger part: Yet thousands venture ev'ry day.

Tho' age impairs that beauteous face, As some base pasion leads the way.

He 'll prize the pearl beyond its cafe.
Pert Sylvia talks of wedlock scenes,

In wedlock when the sexes meet,
Tho' hardly enter'd on her teens;

Friendship is only then complete.
Smiles on her whining fpark, and hears | Bless'd itate! where souls each other dr
The sugar'd speech with raptur'd ears; < Where love is liberty and law!'
Impatient of a parent's rule,

The choicest blessing found below,
She leaves her fire, and weds a fool.

That man can with, or Heaven bestow!
Want enters at the guardless door,

Trust me, these raptures are divine,
And Love is iled, to coine no more.

For lovely Chloe once was mine!
Some few they are of fordid mould, Nor fear the varnish of my style;
Who barter youth and bloom for gold, Tho'poet, I'm eft rang'd to guile.
Careless with what or whom they mate; Ah me! my faithful lips impart
Their ruling passion 's all for itate,

The genuine language of my heart !
But Hymen, gen'rous, juít, and kind,

When bards extol their patrons high,
Abhors the mercenary mind;

Perhaps 'tis gold extorts the lie;
Such rebels groan beneath his rod;

Perhaps the poor reward of bread
For Hymen 's a vindi&tive god:

But who burns incense to the dead? * Be joyless ev'ry night,' be faid;

He, whom a fond affection draws,
• And barren be their nuptial bed!'

Careless of censure or applause;
Attend, my fair, to wildom's voice; Whose soul is upright and sincere,
A better fate thall crown thy choice.

With nought to wish and nought to fear.
A married life, to speak the best,

Now to my visionary scheme
Is all a lottery coníeít:

Attend, and profit by my dream.
Yet, if my fair one will be wise,

Amidst the slumbers of the night,
I will insure my girl a prize.

A stately teniple rose to fight;
Tho' not a prize to match thy worth: And ancient as the human race,
Perhaps thy equal 's not on earth!

If Nature's purposes you trace:
'Tis an important point, to know

This fane, by all the wise rever'd,
There's no perfection here below'.

To wedlock's pow'rful god was rear’d.
Man 's an odd compound, after all; Hard by I saw a graceful fage,
And ever has be:n lince the full.

His locks were trofted o'er by age;
Sov, that he loves you from his foul,

His garb was plain, his mind ferene,
Still m:n is proud, nor brooks controul; And wisdom dignified his mien.
And tho' a 'Nave in love's foft school, With curious fearch his name I fought,
In wedlock claims his right to rule.

And found 'twas Hymen's fav'rite, Thouş
The best, in short has faults about him; Apace the giddy crowds advance,
If few thote faults, you must not flout him. And a lewd latyr led the dance.
With some, indeed, you can't dispense,

I griev'd to see whole thousands run,
Als want of temper and of lente:

For oh! what thoutands were undone!

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ve these mad troops he spied, Averse the turn d her weeping face, saicin their ade:

And shudder'd at the cold embrace. cented pairs begin

But various baits their force impart; him to a man;

Thus titles lie at Celia's heart, mre rangers to his name, A passion much too toul to name, mm whence the dotard came. Corts supercilious prudes their fame: - the squelor tais truth Prudes wed to publicans and sinners; . impetucus youth.

The hungry poet weds for dinners, ...ony men could wane,

The god with frown indignant view'd acon er'ry twain;

The rabble covetous or lewd; 1. and all day long,

By ev'ry vice his altar itain'd, de ter icion thong: By ev'ry fool his rites profan'd: zee with frowning mien, When Love complaind of Wealth aloud, Trwardij of ipleen. Affirming Wealth debauch'd the crowd; uchd his awful fane,

Drew up in form his heavy charge, I'm 'rous train.

Defiring to be heard at large. I oft ani nameless grace, The god confents, the throng divide, trend in place:

The young espous'd the plaintiff's fide; 25x, with folemn gait, The old declar'd for the defendant, 27 v 23 big with fate; For age is money's sworn attendant. 'ng taner bore,

Love faid, that wedlock was design'd Ingol, fam'd of yore.

By gracious Heaven to match the mind; zu with every charm,

To pair the tender and the juft,
is incun.bent arm;

And his the delegated trust :
Edibe glowing scene

That Wealth had play'd a knavish part,
Se of eighteen.

And taught the tongue to wrong the heart. Sny imiling fair;

But what avails the faithlefs voice? way'd in air;

The injur'd heart disdains the choice. tanks, walk'd hobbling nigh, Wealth itraighit replied, that Love was blind, **ward eagle-eye,

And talk'd at random of the mind : Ti st Tears had leen, or more That killing eyes, and bleeding hearts, ... tud seen a score):

And all th' artillery of darts, 15*unch, tho' clad in rags,

Were long ago exploded fancies, pon his bags.

And laugh'd at even in romances. et arts display'd;

Poets indeed style love a treat, zot the maid:

Perhaps for want of better meat: - tho' great thy fame), And love might be delicious fare, ** All to draw the same; Could we, like poets, live on air. pow'r is more

But grant that angels feast on love es www before.

(Those purer essences above), is cygnct's down,

Yet Albion's fons, he understood, 11. Virs Enma brown;

Preferr'd a more subtantial food. the changing flow'r, Thus while with gibes he dress'd bis cause, * ev'ry hour.

His grey admirers hemm'd applause. you know the fair, With seeming conquest pert and proud, 3., and lets your hair. Wealth thook his lides, and chuckled loud; Foto his throne of state, When Fortune, to restrain his pride, teplý lute :

And fond to favour Love befide, rawint glories drest,

Op’ning the miser's tape-tied velt, un Virtue's breuit.

Disclos'd the cares which itung his breaft: sation cn the right:

Wealth stood abah'd at hij dilgrace, ca with golden light:

And a deep crimson fand his face.

Love sweetly limper'd at the sight;
His gay adherents laugh'd outright.
The god, tho' grave his temper, smild;

For Hymen dearly priz'd the child.
=;** pint bis dit,

Lut he who triumphs o'er his brother,
bute to the heart;

In turn is laugh'd at by another.
It's interior hond

such cruel fcores we olien tina
hind their ttand.

Repaid the criminal in kind: - w'd rites proceed,

For Poverty, that famih'd fiend!
aileat-strings bleed,

Ambitions of a wealthy friend,
Advinc'd into the puler's place,
And Itar'd the stripling in the face;


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Whose lips grew pale, and cold as clay: |' Is bliss a vague, unmaning name?
I thought the chit would swoon away. "Speak then the passions' ute or aim;
The god was ftudious to employ

Why rage defires without controul,
His cares to aid the vanquith'd boy :

And rouse such whirlwinds in the soul? And therefore issued his decree,

"Why Hope erects her tow'ring crest, That the two parties straight agree:

. And laughs and riots in the breast ? When both obey'd the god's commands, Think not my weaker brain turns round And Love and Riches joind their hands. • Think not I tread on fairy ground;

What wondrous change in each was wrought, • Think not your pulse alone beats true Believe me, fair, furpafles thought.

* Mine makes as healthful music too. If Love had many charms before,

Our joys, when Life's soft spring we trac He now had charms ten thousand more: * Put forth their early buds apace. If Wealth had serpents in his breast, " See the bloom loads the tender thoot; They now were dead, or lull'd to reít. · The bloom conceals the future fruit. Beauty, that vain, affected thing,

" Yes, manhood's warm meridian sun Who join'd the hymeneal ring,

* Shall ripen what in Ipring begun. Approach'd, with round unthinking face; · Thus infant roses, ere they blow, And thus the trifler states her case:

• In germinating clusters grow; She said that Love's complaints, 'twas known, And only wait the summer's ray, Exactly tallied with her own:

"Tu burst, and blofforn to the day.' That Wealth had learn'd the felon's arts, What said the gay unthinking boy? And robb'd her of a thousand hearts; Methought Hilario talk'd of joy! Defiring judgment against Wealth,

Tell, if thou canít, whence joys arise, For falsehood, perjury, and stealth : Or what those mighty joys you prize, All which the could on oath depose ; You 'll find (and truit superior years) And hop'd the court would fit his nose. The vale of life a vale of tears.

But Hymen, when he heard her name, Could wisdom teach where joys abound, Call'd her an interloping dame;

Or riches purchase them when found, Look'd through the crowd with angry state, Would sceptred Solomon complain And blam'd the porter at the gate

That all was fieeting, false, and vain ? For giving entrance to the fair,

Yet sceptred Solomon could say, When she was no essential there.

Returning clouds okcur'd his day. To fink.this haughty tyrant's pride, Those maxims, which the preaclier drew, He order'd Fancy to preside.

The royal fage experienc'd true. Hence, when debates on beauty rise,

He knew the various ills that wait And each bright fair disputes the prize, Our infant and meridian state; To Fancy's court we straight apply, That toys our earliest thoughts engage, And wait the sentence of her eye;

And diff'rent toys maturer age; In beauty's realms the holds the seals, That grief at ev'ry stage appears, And her awards preclude appeals.

But diff'rent griets at diff'rent years ;

That vanity is seen, in part, ý 18. Vision VIII. Life. Inscrib'd on ev'ry human heart; Let not the young my precepts fun; In the child's breast the spark began, Who flight good counlels are undone. Grows with his growth, and glares in mai Your poet lung of love's delights,

But when in life we journey late, Of halcyon days and joyous nights;

If follies die, do griets abate? To the gay fancy lovely themes;

Ah! what is life at fourscore years? [and And fain I'd hope they 're more than dreams. One dark, rough road, of figlis, groans, But, if you please, before we part,

Perhaps you 'll think I act the sa ne I'd speak a language to your heart. As a Ny Tharper plays his game: We 'll talk of Life, tho' much I fear You triumph ev'ry deal that 's past, Th' ungrateful tale will wound your ear. He's sure to triumph at the last ! You raise your fanguine thoughts too high, Who often wins fone thousands more And hardly know the reason why:

Than twice the fums you won before. But say, Life's tree bears golden fruit, But I'm a loser with the reft; Some canker shall corrode the root;

For life is all a deal at best, Some unexpected storm Thall rise,

Wliere not the prize of wealth or fame Or scorching funs, or chilling skies; Repays the trouble of the gameAnd (if experienc'd truths avail)

(A truth no winner e'er denied. All your autumnal hopes thall fail.

An hour before that winner died). • But, poet, whence such wide extremes ? Not that with me there prizes thine; Well may you style your labours dreams. For neither fame nor wealth is mine. A son of forrow thou, I ween,

My cards, a weak plebeian band, • Whole Visions are the brats of Spleen. With scarce an honour in my hand!

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