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; From Vice, Senfe, Fancy, no Man can be bleft; O for a Joy from Reafon! Joy from That, Not more remote from Sorrow, than from Him, So much of Deity on guilty Duft. There, O my LUCIA! may I meet thee There, Affects not this the Sages of the World? Can nought affect them, but what fools them too? Makes ferious Thought Man's Wifdom, Joy, and Praise, your Care? Accept my fimple Scheme of Common-Sense; The World replies not ;-but the World perfifts; Hafte, Hafte, Hafte! A Man, by Nature, is in Hafte; 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 "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, But Art and Science, like thy Wealth, will leave thee, "Thy Wisdom All can do, but-make thee Wife." 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. A S when a Traveller, a long Day past In painful Search of what he cannot find, There ruminates, awhile, his Labour loft; I 3 [Cot, And |