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Shut, fhut the fhocking Scene.

But Heav'n denies

A Cover to fuch Guilt; and fo fhould Man.

Look round, LORENZO! fee the reeking Blade;
Th' invenom'd Phial, and the fatal Ball,
The strangling Cord, and fuffocating Stream;.
The loathfome Rottennefs, and foul Decays
From raging Riot (flower Suicides !);
And Pride in thefe, more execrable still! —
How horrid All to Thought!-But Horrors, thefe,
That vouch the Truth; and aid my feeble Song.

From Vice, Senfe, Fancy, no Man can be bleft;
Blifs is too great, to lodge within an Hour:
When an Immortal Being aims at Blifs,
Duration is effential to the Name.

O for a Joy from Reafon! Joy from That,
Which makes Man, Man; and exercis'd aright,
Will make him more: A Bounteous Joy! that gives,
And promises; that weaves, with Art divine,
The richest Prospect into prefent Peace:
A Joy Ambitious! Joy in common held
With Thrones ethereal, and their Greater far:
A Joy high-privileg'd from Chance, Time, Death!
A Joy, which Death fhall double! Judgment, crown!
Crown'd higher, and still higher, at each Stage,
Thro' bleft Eternity's long Day; yet ftill,

Not more remote from Sorrow, than from Him,
Whofe lavish Hand, whofe Love ftupendous, pours

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So much of Deity on guilty Duft.

There, O my LUCIA! may I meet thee There,
Where not Thy Prefence can improve my Blifs!

Affects not this the Sages of the World?

Can nought affect them, but what fools them too?
Eternity, depending on an Hour,

Makes ferious Thought Man's Wifdom, Joy, and Praise,
Nor need you blush (tho' fometimes your Defigns
May fhun the Light) at your Designs on Heaven;
Sole Point! where over-bafhful is your Blame.
Are you not Wife?—You know you are: Yet hear
One Truth, amid your num'rous Schemes, miflaid,
Or over-look'd, or thrown afide, if Seen;
"Our Schemes to plan by This World, or the Next,
"Is the fole Diff'rence between Wife, and Fool."
All worthy Men will weigh you in this Scale;
What Wonder, then, if They pronounce you light?
Is their Efteem alone not worth

your

Care?

Accept my fimple Scheme of Common-Sense;
Thus, fave your Fame, and make Two Worlds your own.

The World replies not ;-but the World perfifts;
And puts the Caufe off to the longest Day,
Planning Evasions for the Day of Doom.
So far, at that Re-bearing, from Redress,
They then turn Witnesses against Themselves.
Hear That, LORENZO! nor be Wife To-morrow.

Hafte,

Hafte, Hafte! A Man, by Nature, is in Hafte;
For who fhall anfwer for another Hour?
'Tis highly prudent to make One fure Friend;
And That thou canst not do, this Side the Skies.

Ye Sons of Earth! (nor willing to be more!) Since Verse you think from Prieftcraft fomewhat free, Thus, in an Age fo gay, the Mufe plain Truths (Truths, which, at Church, you might have heard in Profe) Has ventur❜d into Light; well-pleas'd the Verse Should be forgot, if you the Truths retain And crown her with your Welfare, not Welfare, not your Praife. But Praise the need not fear: I see my Fate; And headlong leap, like CURTIUS, down the Gulph. Since many an ample Volume, mighty Tome, Must die; and die Unwept; O Thou minute, Devoted Page! go forth among thy Foes; Go, nobly proud of Martyrdom for Truth, And die a double Death: Mankind, incens'd, Denies thee long to live: Nor fhalt thou rest, When thou art dead; in Stygian Shades arraign'd By LUCIFER, as Traitor to his Throne; And bold Blafphemer of his Friend,-THE WORLD; The WORLD, whofe Legions coft Him flender Pay And Volunteers, around his Banner swarm;

Prudent, as PRUSSIA, in her Zeal for GAUL

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"Are All, then, Fools?" LORENZO cries-Yes, All, But fuch as hold this Doctrine (new to Thee); "The Mother of true Wisdom is the Will;" The nobleft Intellect, a Fool without it.

World Wisdom Much has done, and More may do,
In Arts and Sciences, in Wars, and Peace;

But Art and Science, like thy Wealth, will leave thee,
And make thee Twice a Beggar at thy Death.
This is the most Indulgence can afford;

"Thy Wisdom All can do, but-make thee Wife."
Ncr think this Çenfure is fevere on Thee;
Satan, thy Mafter, I dare call a Dunce,

NIGHT

NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST.

THE

CONSOLATION.

Containing, among other Things,

1. A Moral Survey of the||II. A Night - ADDRESS

the II.

Nocturnal Heavens.

to the DEITY.

HUMBLY INSCRIBED

To His Grace the DUKE of NEWCASTLE, One of His Majefty's Principal Secretaries of State.

Fatis Contraria Fata rependens.

VIRG.

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S when a Traveller, a long Day past

In painful Search of what he cannot find,
At Night's Approach, content with the next

There ruminates, awhile, his Labour loft;
Then chears his Heart with what his Fate affords,

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