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Not tamely yields to wear a servile chain ;
Force may attempt it, and attempt in vain-
Nervous and bold, by native valour led :
His prowess strikes the proud invader dead,
By force nor fraud from freedom's charms beguild,
He reigns secure the monarch of the wild.--Idem.

BUSY, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I:
Freely welcome to my cup,
Could it thou sip, and fip it up.
Make the most of life you may,
Life is short, and wears away.
Both alike are mine and thine,
Haft’ning quick to their decline :
Thine's a summer, mine no more,
Though repeated to threescore :
Threescore fummers, when they're gone,
Will appear as short as one.

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THE miser fasts, because he will not eat;
The poor man fafts, because he has no meat;
The rich man falls, with gieedy mind to spare ;
The glutton faits, to eat the greater sliare,
The hypocrite, he fasts, to seem more holy;
The righteous man, to punish sin and folly.

FRAILTY. THE best of men appear sometimes to be frange compounds of contradictory qualities : and, were the accidental oversights and folly of the wisest man--the failings and imperfections of a religious man,--the hally acts and pasionate words of a meek man; were they to rise up in judgment againt them,and an ill-natured judge be suffered to mark, in this manner, what has been done amifs--what character so unexceptionable as to be able to stand before him ?-Sterne.

HE is the freeman whom the truth makes free,
And all are slaves helide. There's not a chain
That hellish foes confed'rate for his harm

Freeman.-- Firf Pair. Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes, He looks abroad into the varied field Of Nature, and tho' poor, perhaps, compar'd With those whose mansions glitter in his light, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the vallies his, And the resplendent rivers ; his t'enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspir'd, Can lift to Heav'n an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling fay-My father made them all. Are they not his by a peculiar right; And by an emphasis of int'rest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and fill upholds a world, So cloth’d, with beauty, for rebellious man!-Cowper.


THE wide earth finish'd, from his western throne, In splendid beauty look'd the gladsome fun ; Calm were the skies; the fields with luftre crown'd, And nature's incense fill'd th’ etherial round, Enshrin'd in facred light, the Maker stood, Complacent smild, and own’d the work was good. Then from his hand, in silent glory, came A nobler form, and man his deslin'd name; Erect, and tall, in solemn pomp he stood, And living virtue in his visage glow'd. Then, too, a fairer being show'd her charms; Young beauty wanton’d in her snowy arms; The heav'ns around her bade their graces fly, And love fat blooming in her gentle eye.

pair divine ! superior to your kind;
To virtue fashion’d, and for bliss defign'd!

He, born to rule, with calm uplifted brow,
Look'd down majestic on the world below;
To heav'n, his manfion, turu'd his thoughts sublime,
Or rov'd far onward thro' the scenes of time;
O'er na ure's kingdom cait a searching eye,
And dar'd to trace the secrets of the sky;

On fancy's pinions fcann’d the bright abode,
And claim'd his friend, an angel, or a God.

Her he endu'd with nature more refin'd,
A lovelier image, and a softer mind.
To her he gave to kindle sweet desire,
To rouse great thoughts, and fan th'heroic fire ;
At pity's gentle call to bend his ear;
To prompt for woe the unaffected tear ;
In scenes refin'd his soft'ning foul iniprove,
And tune his wishes with the hand of love.
To her he gave with sweetness to obey,
Inspire the friend and charm the lord away ;
Each bleeding grief with balmy hand to heal,
And teach his rending finews not to feel ;
Each joy t'improve, the pious wish to raise,
And add new raptures to his languid praise.

To this lov'd pair a bless'd retreat was given,
A feat for angels, and an humbler heaven;
Fair Eden nam’d: in swift succession, there
Glad scenes of rapture led the vernal year ;
Round the green garden, living beauty play'd;
In gay profusion earth her treasures spread;
The air breath'd fragrance : streams harmonious rung,
And love, and transport, tun’d the aerial song.--Dwight.

FRUGALITY. FRUGALITY may be termed the daughter of prudence, the fister of temperance, and the parent of liberty. He that is extravagant, will quickly become


will enforce dependence, and invite corruption. It will almost always produce a pallive compliance with the wickedness of others : and there are few who do not learn by degrees to practise those crimes which they cease to censure.—Rambler.

THOUGH in every age there are some who, by bold adventures or by favourable accidents, rise fuddenly into riches, the bulk of mankind must owe their affluence to small and gradual profits, below which their expence must be resolutely reduced.--Idem.

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FAVOUR. BESTOWING one favour on some nien they think is giving them a right to ask a second. The first they look upon as a gift--the rest are payments.-Fielding,

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THE brave only know how to forgive ;--it is the most refined and generous pitch of virtue human nature can arrive at. Cowards have done good and kind actions,-cowards have even fought, nay sometimes, even conquered ; but a coward neyer forgave. It is not in his nature ;--the power of doing it flows only from a strength and greatness of foul, conscious of its own force and security, and above the little temptations of resenting every fruitless attempt to interrupt its happiness. --Sterne.

WHOEVER considers the weakness both of himself and others, will not long want persuasives to forgiveness. We know not to what degree of malignity any injury is to be imputed, or how much its guilt, if we were to inspect the mind of him that committed it, would be extenuated by mistake, precipitance, or negligence. We cannot be certain how much more we feel than was intended, or how much we increase the mischief to ourselves by voluntary aggravations. We may charge to design the effects of accident. think the blow violent, only because we have made ourselves delicate and tender; we are, on every side, in danger of error and guilt, which we are certain to avoid only by speedy forgiveness. -Rambler.


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THE evil that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.- Shakespearki

ILL shall we judge, if from the mouth of fanie
We mark the characters of vice and virtue,
Here pageants rise, made by tradition heroes,
Form’d by the poet or the loose historian;
There you behold imaginary gods,
Rais'd by the venal breath of slaves to heav'n,
Swoln with the praise of fools, ignobly great,
By lust, ambition, tyranny or rapine ;
While the good prince, whose foft indulgent nature
Delights in peace, and blesses all with plenty
Who smile beneath him, is revild and censur'd,
As an inactive, useless, idle drone.-C. Johnson.

THERE is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallow's, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now alloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures. --Sackespeare.

MAN makes his fate according to his mind:
The weak low spirit fortune makes her slave,
But she's a drudge when hector'd by the brave.
If fate weave common thread, he'll change the doom,
And with new purple spread a nobler loom. ---Dryderi.

HEAV'N has to all alloited, foon or late,
Some lucky revolution of their fate;
Whose motions if we watch and guide with skill,
(For human good depends on human will)
Our fortune rolls as from a smooth descent,
And from the firit imprelion tikes its bent ;
But if unseiz'd, the glides away like wind,
And leaves repenting folly far behind ;
Now, pow she meets you rith a glorious prize,
And spreads her locks before her as the flies--idere

FIGHING. (for native Country/

TO fight. Familius,
In a jult cause, and for our country's fafety,
Is the best office of the belt of men ;
And to decline it when tiefe moripes urgc,
Is infamy beneath a coward's basene. Havard.

OF all wild beasts, preserve ne from a tyrant,
And of all tame, a flatterer.--7ohnjon.

CEASE, cease this flatt'ry!
'Tis a mean, vicious habit those contract,
Who hide the fetil'd purpose of their souls
Under its smooth and glitt'ring ornaments,
As they disdain’d the hones company
Of plain and native truth -Mailb.

HE that is much flattered, foon learns to flatter himself. We are commonly taugat our duty by fear or shame; and how can they act opon the man who hears nothing but his own praises ?--Life of Swift.

NEITHER our virtues or vices are all our own. If there were bo cowardice, there would be little infolepce. Pride

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