"What mean I by thy Fall?"-Thou'lt fhortly fee, While Pleafure's Nature is at large difplay'd; Already fung her Origin, and Ends. Thofe glorious Ends, by Kind, or by Degree, From due Refreshment, Life, Health, Reason, Joy; Than his full Draught of Pleasure, from a Cask A thousand Demons lurk within the Lee. Doft think thyfelf a God from other Joys? A Self-wrought Happiness unmeant by Him Bid Bid Virtue's Ray divine infpire the Soul "Is Virtue, then, and Piety the fame ?" Good-Will to Men; nor know, they strive to part Confcience, her firft Law broken, wounded lies And, in his Kindest Actions, he's Unkind. On Piety, Humanity is built; And, on Humanity, much Happiness; And yet ftill more on Piety itself. A Soul in Commerce with her GOD, is Heaven; The Whirls of Paffions, and the Strokes of Heart. A Deity A Deity ador'd, is Joy advanc'd; A Deity belov'd, is Joy matur'd. Each Branch of Piety Delight infpires; Faith builds a Bridge from This World to the Next, That Joy exalts, and makes it fweeter ftill; Of Man, in Audience with the Deity. LORENZO! when waft Thou at Church before? Thou think'ft the Service Long: But is it Juft? Tho' Juft, Unwelcome: Thou hadfl rather tread Unhallow'd Ground; the Mufe, to win thine Ear, Muft take an Air lefs Solemn : She complies. Good Confcience! at the Sound the World retires; Verfe difaffects it, and LORENZO fmiles; Yet has the her Seraglio full of Charms; And fuch as Age fhall Heighten, not Impair. Art thou dejected? Is thy Mind o'ercaft? Amid her Fair Ones, thou the Fairest chufe, To chafe thy Gloom.-" Go, fix fome weighty Truth; "Chain down fome Paffion; do fome gen'rous Good; "Teach Ignorance to fee, or Grief to smile "Correct thy Friend, befriend thy greatest Foe; "Or, with warm Heart, and Confidence divine, "Spring up,and lay ftrong hold on Him who made Thee."-Thy Gloom is fcatter'd, fprightly Spirits flow; Tho' wither'd is thy Vine, and Harp unftrung. Doft call the Bowl, the Viol, and the Dance, What Cause for Triumph, where fuch Ills abound? So grieve, as conscious Grief may rise to Joy; Yet Yet wouldst thou laugh (but at thy own Expence), This Counsel strange fhould I presume to give"Retire, and read thy Bible, to be Gay.' There Truths abound of fov'reign Aid to Peace; Ah! do not prize them lefs, because Inspir'd, As Thou, and Thine, are apt and proud to do. If not infpir'd, that pregnant Page had stood, Time's Treasure! and the Wonder of the Wife! Thou think'ft, perhaps, Thy Soul alone at Stake; Alas!-Should Men miftake thee for a Fool;What Man of Tafte for Genius, Wifdom, Truth, Tho' tender of thy Fame, could interpofe? Believe me, Senfe, here, acts a double Part, And the true Critic is a Chriftian too. But Thefe, thou think'st, are gloomy Paths to Joy.True Joy in Sunshine ne'er was found at first; They, first, Themselves offend, who greatly please; And Travel only gives us found Repose. Heav'n fells all Pleafure; Effort is the Price; The Joys of Conqueft, are the Joys of Man; And Glory the victorious Laurel spreads O'er Pleafure's pure, perpetual, placid Stream. There is a Time, when Toil must be preferr❜d, Falfe |