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The beasts are charter'd-neither age nor force
Can quell the love of freedom in a horse :
He breaks the cord that held him at the rack,
And, conscious of an unincuniber'd back,
Snuffs up the morning air, forgets the rein, .
Loose fly his forelock and his ample mane; -
Refponfive to the distant neigh he neighs,
Nor stops, till, overleaping all delays,
He finds the pasture where his fellows graze...)

Canst thou, and honor'd with a Christian name,
Buy what is woman-born, and feel no shame?
Trade in the blood of innocence, and plead
Expedience as a warrant for the deed ?
So may the wolf, whom famine has made bold ::
To quit the forest and invade the fold; '
So may the ruffian, who with ghostly glide, is
Dagger in hand, steals close to your bed-side ;
Not he, but his emergence forc'd the door, :
He found it inconvenient to be poor.
Has God then giv'n its sweetness to the cane,
Unless its laws be trampled on-in vain ?
Built a brave world, which cannot yet fubfift,
Unless his right to rule it be dismiss'd ?
Impudent blasphemy! so folly pleads,
And, av’rice being judge, with case fucceeds."

But grant the plea, and let it stand for just,
That man make man his prey, because he muft,
Still there is room for pity to abate,
And soothe the forrows of so fad a state. .
A Briton knows, or if he knows it not, ***
The Scripture plac'd within his reach, he ought,
That fouls have no discriminating hue,
Alike important in their Maker's view;
That none are free from blemish since the fall,'')!
And love divine has paid one price for all.

COWPER.

· Lessons of Wisdom. L OW to live happiest; how avoid the pains, T1 The disappointments, and disgusts of those Who would in pleasure all their hours employ; The precepts here of a divine old man I could recite. Tho' old, he still retain'd His manly sense, and energy of mind. Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe ; He still remember'd that he once was young; His easy presence check'd no decent joy, Him even the diffolute admir'd; for he A graceful looseness when he pleasd put on, And laughing could instruct. Much had he read, Much more had seen; he studied from the life, And in th' original perus'd mankind.

Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, !! He pitied man: And much he pitied those Whom falsely-fmiling Fate has curs'd with means To dissipate their days in quest of joy. Our aim is Happiness; 'tis yours, 'tis mine, He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live; Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain'd. But they the wideft wander from the mark, Who through the flow'ry paths of saunt'ring Joy Seek this coy Goddess; that from stage to stage Invites us ftill, but shifts as we pursue. . For, not to name the pains that pleasure brings To counterpoise itself, relentless Fate Forbids that we through gay voluptuous wilds Should ever roam : And were the Fates more kind, Our narrow luxuries would soon be stale. Were these exhaustless, Nature would grow fick, And cloy'd with pleasure, squeamishly complain That all was vanity, and life a dream. Let nature rest: Be busy even in vain And for your friend; bé busy for yourself Rather than teaze her fated appetites.

Who never fasts, no banquet e’er enjoys ;
Let nature rest : And when the taste of joy
Grows keen, indulge ; but shun satiety.

'Tis not for mortals always to be bleft.
But him the least the dull or painful hours
Of life oppress, whom fober Sense conducts,
And Virtue through this labyrinth we tread.
Virtue and Senfe I mean not to disjoin ;
Virtue and Sense are one: And trust me, he
Who has not virtue is not truly wife.
Virtue (for mere good-nature is a fool)
Is sense and spirit, with humanity :
'Tis sometimes angry, and its frown confounds;
”Tis even vindictive, but in vengeance juft.
Knaves fain would laugh at it; fome great ones dare;
But at his heart the most undaunted fon
Of fortune dreads its name and awful charms.
To noblest uses this determines wealth:
This is the solid pomp of profperous days ;
The peace and shelter of adversity.
And if you pant for glory, build your fame
On this foundation, which the secret shock
Defies of Envy and all-fapping Time..
The gaudy gloss of Fortune only strikes
The vulgar eye: The fuffrage of the wife,
The praise that's worth ambition is attain'd
By Senfe alone, and dignity of mind.

Virtue, the strength and beauty of the foul,
Is the best gift of heaven: A happinefs
That even above the fmiles and frowns of fate
Exalts great Nature's favourites : A wealth
That ne'er encumbers, nor to bafer hands
Can be transferr'd: It is the only good
Man justly boasts of, or can call his own.
Riches are oft by guilt and bafeness earn'd; .
Or dealt by chance, to shield a lucky krave,
Or throw a cruel fun-fhine on a fool.
But for one end, one much-neglected ufe,
Are riches worth your care (for Nature's wants

Are few, and without opulence supplied)
This noble end is to produce the Soul:
To shew the virtues in their fairest light;
To make Humanity the Minister
Of bounteous Providence; and teach the breast
That gen'rous luxury the Gods enjoy.

Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly Sage
Sometimes declaim’d. Of Right and Wrong he taught
Truths as refin'd as ever Athens heard ;
And (strange to tell !) he practis'd what he preach'd.

ARMSTRONG.

Hymn to Adversity.

N AUGHTER of Jove, relentless power,

Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tott'ring hour,
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alonę. .

When first thy fire to send to earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe.

Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtlefs Joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperfe, and with them go
The summer Friend, the flate’ring Foc;
By vain Profperity receiv'd,
To her they vow their trath, and are again believ'd.

Wisdom in fable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rape'rous thought profound,
And Melancholy, filent maid,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy folemn steps attend :
Warm Charity, the gen'ral friend,
With Justice, to herself severe,
And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear. "

Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,
Dear Goddess, lay thy chastning hand!
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Nor circled with the vengeful band,
(As by the impious thou art feen)
With thund'ring voice and threat'ning mien,
With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Despair and fell Difease, and ghastly Poverty.

Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To foften, not to wound my heart. The gen'rous fpark extinet revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are, to feel, and know myfelf a man.

GRAY.

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