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“What mean 1 by thy Fall?”—Thou'lt shortly see, While Pleasure's Nature is at large display'd; Already sung her Origin, and Ends. Those glorious Ends, by Kind, or by Degree, When Pleasure viclates, 'tis then a Vice, And Vengeance too ; it hastens into Pain. From due Reireshment, Life, Health, Reason, Joy ; From wild Excess, Pain, Grief, Distraction, Death; Heav'n's Justice this proclaims, and that her Love. What greater Evil can I wish my Foe, Than his full Draught of Pleasure, from a Cask Unbroach'd by just Authority, ungaug’d By Temperance, by Reefon unrefin’d? A thousand Lemons lurk within the Lee. Heav'n, Others, and Ourselves ! Uninjur’d These, Drink deep; the deeper, then, the more Diviné; Angels are Angels from Indulgence there ; 'Tis Unrepenting Pleasure makes a God.
Doft think thyself a God from other Joys ? A Victim rather! shortly sure to bleed. The Wrongmust mourn: Can Heav'n's Appointment fail? Can Man outwit Omnipotence ? strike out A Self-wrought Happiness unmeant by Him Who made Us, and the World we would enjoy ? Who forms an Instrument, ordains from whence Its Diffonance, or Harmony, shall rise. Heav'n bid the Soul this mortal Frame inspire ;
Bid Virtue's Ray divine inspire the Soul
“ Is Virtue, then, and Piety the same ?”.. No; Piety is more ; 'tis Virtue's Source; Mother of ev'ry Worth, as That of Joy. Men of the World this Doctrine ill digest; They smile at Piety ; yet boast aloud Good-Will to Men; nor know, they strive to part What Nature joins; and thus confute Themselves. With Piety begins all Good on Earth ; 'Tis the First-born of Rationality Conscience, her first Law broken, wounded lies; Enfeebled, Lifeless, Impotent to Good; A feign'd Affection bounds her utmost Power. Some we can't love, but for th’ Almighty's Sake;' A Foe to God was ne'er true Friend to Man; Some sinister Intent taints all he does, And, in his Kindest Actions, he's Unkind.
On Piety, Humanity is built ; And, on Humanity, much Happiness ; And yet still more on Piety itself. A Soul in Commerce with her God, is Heaven; Feels not the Tumults and the Shocks of Life ; The Whirls of Passions, and the Strokes of Heart... A Deity believ'd, is Joy begun;
A Deity ador'd, is Joy advanc’d;
Lorenzo! when wait Thou at Church before? Thou think'st the Service Long : But is it Just? Tho' Tust, Unwelcome: Thou hadft rather tread Unhallow'd Ground; the Muse, to win thine Ear, Must take an Air less Solemn : She complies. Good Conscience ! at the Sound the World retires; Verse disaffects it, and LORENZO smiles; Yet has she her Seraglio full of Charms; And such as Age shall Heighten, not Impair. Art thou dejected ? Is thy Mind o'ercast ? Amid her Fair Ones, thou the Fairest chuse, To chase thy Gloom.—“Go, fix fome weighty Trutb; « Chain down fome Passion ; do some 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
“Springup,and lay strongholdon Him who made Thee.”-Thy Gloom is scatter'd, sprightly Spirits flow; Tho’ wither'd is thy Vine, and Harp unstrung.
Doft call the Bowl, the Viol, and the Dance,
· Yet wouldst thou laugh (but at thy own Expence),
But These, 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 sound Repose. Heav'n sells all Pleasure; Effort is the Price; The Joys of Conquest, are the Joys of Man; And Glory the victorious Laurel spreads O’er Pleasure's pure, perpetual, placid Stream.
There is a Time, when Toil must be preferr'd,