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To which is added,
A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of JOB.

A NEW EDITION, Corrected by the Author.

Sunt lacryme rerum, & mentem mortalia tangunt. Virg.

Printed for A. Millar, in the Strand; and R. and

J. DODSLEY, in Pall-Mall.


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: CONTENTS of the Seventh Night.
IN the Sixth Night Arguments were drawn, from Na:
I ture, in Proof of Immortality : Here, others are
drawn from Man: From bis Discontent, p. 187; from bis
Passions and Powers, 188 ; from the gradual Growth of
Reason, 189; from his Fear of Death, ibid. from the
Nature of Hope, 190; and of Virtue, 191, &c. from
Knowlege, and Love, as being the most essential Properties of
the Soul, 196; from the Order of Creation, ibid.; from the
Nature of Ambition, 199, &c. Avarice, 203, 204; Plea-
sure, 204. A Digreffion on the Grandeur of the Passions,
206, 207. Immortality alone renders our present State in-
telligible, 207. An Obje&lion from the Stoics Disbelief of
Immortality, answered, 208, 209. Endless Questions unre-

Solvable, but on Supposition of our Immortality, 209. The
natural, most melancholy, and pathetic Complaint of a Worthy
Man under the Persuasion of no Futurity, 211,&c. The gross
Absurdities and Horrors of Annihilation urg'd home on Lo-
Renzo, 216, &c. The Soul's vast Importance, 224, &c.
from whence it arises, 227, 228. The Difficulty of being an
Infidel, 230. The Infamy, ibid. the Cause, 232, and the
Character, 232, 233, of an Infidel-State. What True
Free-thinking is, 233, 234. The necessary Punisoment of
the False, 235. Man's Ruin is from Himself, 236. An In-
fidel accuses himself of Guilt, and Hypocrisy; and that of
the worst Sort, 237. His Obligation to Christians, ibid.
What Danger be incurs by Virtue, 238. Vice recommended
to Him, 239. His bigh Pretences to Virtue, and Benevo-
lence, exploded, ibid. The Conclusion, on the Nature of
Faith, 241. Reason, 242; and Hope, 242, 243; with
an Apology for this Attempt, 243.


LTEAV'N gives the needful, but neglected, Call.
Ik What Day, what Hour, but knocks at human
To wake the Soul to Sense of future Scenes? (Hearts,
Deatbs stand, like Mercurys, in ev'ry Way;
And kindly point us to our Journey's End.
Pone, who couldīt make Immortals! art Thou dead?
I give thee Joy: Nor will I take my Leave;
So soon to follow: Man but dives in Death; . -
Dives, from the Sun, in fairer Day to rise ;
The Grave, his fubterranean Road to Bliss.:
Yes, infinite Indulgence plann’d it fo;
Thro’ various Parts our glorious Story runs ;
Time gives the Preface, endless Age unrolls
The Volume (ne'er unrolld!) of human Fate.

This, Earth and Skies * already have proclaim’d.
The World's a Prophecy of Worlds to come;
And who, what God-foretels (who speaks in Things,
Still louder than in Words) shall dare deny ?
If Nature's Arguments appear too weak,
Turn a new Leaf, and stronger read in Man.
If Man sleeps on, untaught by what he seesa

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AS the Occasion of this Poem was real, 4* not fictitious; so the Method pursued in it, was rather imposed, by what spontaneorisly arose in the author's mind, on that occafion, than meditated, or designed. Which will appear very probable from the nature of it. For it differs from the common mode of Poetry, which is from long narrations to draw short morals. Here, on the contrary, the narrative is short, and the morality arising from it, makes the bulk of the Poem. The reason of it is, That the faets mentioned did naturally pour these moral reflections on the thought of the writer.

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