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The first Physicians by Debauch were made:
Excess began, and Sloth sustains the Trade.
Pity the gen'rous Kind their Cares bestow
To search forbidden Truths; (a Sin to know:)
To which, if human Science cou'd attain,
The Doom of Death, pronounc'd by God, were
In vain the Leech wou'd interpose Delay; [vain.
Fate faltens first, and vindicates the Prey.
What Help from Arts Endeavours can we have!
Guibbons but guesses, nor is sure to save:
But Maurus sweeps whole Parishes, and Peoples

ev'ry Grave.
And no more Mercy to Mankind will use,
Than when he robb'd and murder'd Maro's Muse.
Wou'dft thou be soon dispatch’d,and perish whole?
Trust Maurus with thy Life,and M--16--rn with thy

By Chace our long-liv'd Fathers earn'd their
Toil strung the Nerves, and purify'd the Blood:
But we, their Sons, a pamper'd Rače of Men,
Are dwindled down to threescore Years and ten.
Better to hunt in Fields, for Health unbought,
Than fee the Doctor for a nauseous Draught,


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The Wise, for Cure, on Exercise depend; God never made his Work, for Man to mend.

The Tree of Knowledge, once in Eden plac'd, Was easie found, but was forbid the Taste: O, had our Grandfire walk'd without his Wife, He first had fought the better Plant of Life! Now, both are lost: Yet, wandring in the dark, Physicians for the Tree, have found the Bark: They, lab'ring for Relief of Human Kind, With sharpen’d Sight fome Remedies may find Th’Apothecary-Train is wholly blind. From Files, a Random-Recipe they take, And Many Deaths of One Prescription make. Garth, gen'rous as his Muse, prescribes and gives; The Shop-man sells; and by Destruction lives: Ungrateful Tribe ! who, like the Viper's Brood, From Med'cine issuing, suck their Mother's Blood! Let These obey; and let the Learn'd prescribe; That. Men may die, without a double Bribe : Let Them, but under their Superiors kill; When Doctors first have sign’d the bloody Bill: He fcapes the best, who Nature to repair,

[Air. Draws Physick from the Fields,inDraughts of Vital

You hoard.not Health, for your own private Use; But on the Publick spend the rich Produce. .When, often urg'd, unwilling to be Great, Your Country calls you from your lov'd Retreat, And sends to Senates, charz'd with Common Care, Which none more shuns; and none can better bear. Where cou'd they find another form’d so fit, To poise, with folid Sense, a spritely Wit! Were these both wanting, (as they both abound) Where cou'd fo firm Integrity be found?

Well-born, and Wealthy; wanting no Support, You steer betwixt the Country and the Court: Nor gratifie whate'er the Great desire, Nor grudging give, what Publick Needs require. Part must be left, a Fund when Foes invade; And Part employ'd to roll the Watry Trade: Ev’n Canaan's happy Land, when worn with Toil, Requir'd a Sabbath-Year,to mend the meagreSoil.

Good Senators, (and such are you,) so give, That Kings may be supply'd, the People thrive. And He, when Want requires, is truly Wise, Who flights not Foreign Aids, nor over-buys; But,on ourNativeStrength, in time of Need, relies.

Munfter was bought, we boaft not the Success; Who fights for Gain, for greater, makes his Peace.

Our Foes, compelld by Need, have Peace emThe Peace bothParties want is like to laft:[brac’d; Which, if fecure, securely we may trade; Or, not secure, fhou'd never have been made. Safe in our selves, while on our selves we stand, The Sea is ours, and that defends the Land. Be, then, the Naval Stores the Nation's Care, New Ships to build, and batter'd to repair.

Observe the War, in ev'ry Annual Course; What has been done, was done with British Force: Namur Subdu'd, is England's Palm alone ; The Rest besieg'd ; but we Constrain’d the Town: We saw th’ Event that follow'd our Success; France, though pretending Arms,pursu'd thePeace; Oblig'd, by one sole Treaty, to restore What Twenty Years of War had won before. Enough for Europe has our Albion fought: Let us enjoy the Peace our Blood has bought. When once the Persian King was put to Flight, The weary Macedons refus’d to fight: :

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Themselves their own Mortality confess'd ;
And left the Son of Joue, to quarrel for the rest.

Ev'n Victors are by Victories andone ;
Thus Hannibal, with Foreign Laurels won,
ToCarthage was recall’d, too late to keep his own.
While fore of Battel, while our Wounds are green,
Why shou'd we tempt the doubtful Dye agen?
In Wars renew'd, uncertain of Success,
Sure of a Share, as Umpires of the Peace.

A Patriot, both the King and Country serves; Prerogative, and Privilege preserves: Of Each, our Laws the certain Limit show, One must not ebb, nor t'other overflow: Betwixt the Prince and Parliament we stand ; The Barriers of the State on either Hand: May neither overflow, for then they drown the

Land. When both are full, they feed our bless'd Abode; Like those, that water'd once,the Paradise of God.

Some Overpoise of Sway, by Turns they share; In Peace the People, and the Prince in War:

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