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Affects indeed a most humane concern

That men if gently tutor'd will not learn,
That muleish folly not to be reclaim'd

By fofter methods, must be made asham'd,
But (I might inftance in St. Patrick's dean)
Too often rails to gratify his fpleen.

Most fatʼrifts are indeed a public fcourge,
Their mildest phyfic is a farrier's purge,
Their acrid temper turns as foon as stirr'd
The milk of their good purpose all to curd,
Their zeal begotten as their works rehearse,
By lean defpair upon an empty purse;
The wild affaffins start into the street,
Prepar'd to poignard whomfoe'er they meet;
No skill in fwordsmanship however just,

Can be fecure against a madman's thrust,
And even virtue fo unfairly match'd,

Although immortal, may be prick'd or scratch'd.
When fcandal has new minted an old lie,

Or tax'd invention for a fresh supply,

"Tis

'Tis called a fatyr, and the world appears
Gath'ring around it with erected ears;

A thousand names are tofs'd into the crowd,
Some whifper'd foftly, and fome twang'd aloud,
Juft as the fapience of an author's brain. T
Suggests it fafe or dang'rous to be plain.
Strange! how the frequent interjected dash,
Quickens a market and helps off the trash,
Th' important letters that include the rest, i>AT
Serve as a key to thofe that are fuppress'd,
Conjecture gripes the victims in his paw, s
The world is charm'd, and Serib. efcapes the law.
So when the cold damp fhades of night prevail,

Worms may
be caught by either head or tail,
Forcibly drawn from many a clofe recefs,

They meet with little pity, no redrefs;

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Plung'd in the stream they lodge upon the mud, Food for the famifh'd rovers of the flood. Of

All zeal for a reform that gives offence To peace and charity, is mere pretence :

A bold

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A bold remark, but which if well applied,
Would humble many a tow'ring poet's pride:
Perhaps the man was in a sportive fit,

And had no other play-place for his wit;
Perhaps enchanted with the love of fame,

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He fought the jewel in his neighbour's shame;
Perhaps whatever end he might pursue,
The caufe of virtue could not be his view.
At ev'ry ftroke wit flashes in our eyes,

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The turns are quick, the polish'd points surprise,
But fhine with cruel and tremendous charms,
That while they please poffefs us with alarms:

So have I feen, (and haften'd to the fight
On all the wings of holiday delight)

Where ftands that monument of antient pow'r,
Named with emphatic dignity, the tow'r,

Guns, halberts, fwords and pistols, great and small,

In ftarry forms difpofed upon the wall;

We wonder, as we gazing stand below,

That brafs and steel should make fo fine a fhow;

But

But though we praise th' exact defigner's skill, Account them implements of mischief still.

No works fhall find acceptance in that day When all difguifes fhall be rent away, That fquare not truly with the Scripture plan, Nor fpring from love to God, or love to man. As he ordains things fordid in their birth To be resolved, into their parent earth, And though the foul fhall feek fuperior orbs, Whate'er this world produces, it absorbs, So felf starts nothing but what tends apace Home to the goal where it began the race. Such as our motive is our aim must be, If this be fervile, that can ne'er be free; If self employ us, whatfoe'er is wrought, We glorify that felf, not him we ought: Such virtues had need prove their own reward, The judge of all men owes them no regard. True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd,

Fed by the love from which it rose at first,

Thrives

Thrives against hope and in the rudest scene,
Storms but enliven its unfading green;
Exub'rant is the fhadow it fupplies,

Its fruit on earth, its growth above the skies.
To look at him who form'd us and redeem'd,
So glorious now, though once fo difesteem'd,
To fee a God stretch forth his human hand,
T' uphold the boundless scenes of his command,
To recollect that in a form like ours,

He bruis'd beneath his feet th' infernal pow'rs,
Captivity led captive rose to claim

The wreath he won fo dearly, in our name,
That thron'd above all height, he condefcends
To call the few that truft in him his friends,
That in the heav'n of heav'ns, that space he deems
Too fcanty for th' exertion of his beams,
And shines as if impatient to bestow

Life and a kingdom upon worms below;
That fight imparts a never-dying flame,
Though feeble in degree, in kind the fame;

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