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"Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn,
'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove;
'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
'Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.

'One morn I mifs'd him on the cuftom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree:
'Another came; nor yet befide the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

'The next with dirges due in fad array,

'Slow through the church-way path we saw him born, Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, 'Grav'd on the ftone beneath yon aged thorn.

The EPITAPH.

ERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth,

HER

A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown, Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large

Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,

He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther feek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bofom of his Father and his God.

HYMN to ADVERSITY.

D

By the Same.

AUGHTER of Jove, rèlentless Pow'r,

Thou Tamer of the human breast,

Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour

The Bad affright, afflict the Best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain

The Proud are taught to taste of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When

When first thy Sire to fend on earth
Virtue, his darling Child, defign'd,
To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth,

And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged nurfe! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year fhe bore:

What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know,

And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others' woe.

Scared at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.

Light they difperfe, and with them go

The fummer Friend, the flattering Foe;

By vain Profperity received,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.

Wisdom in fable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,

And Melancholy, filent maid

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,

Still on thy folemn steps attend:

Warm Charity, the genʼral friend,

With Justice to herself severe,

And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear.

Oh! gently on thy Suppliant's head,

Dread Goddess, lay thy chaft'ning hand!

Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,

Nor circled with the vengeful Band (As by the Impious thou art feen)

With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With screaming Horror's funeral cry,

Depair, and fell Disease, and ghaftly Poverty.

Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear,

Thy milder influence impart,

Tly philofophic Train be there

To soften, not to wound my heart, The gen'rous fpark extinct revive,

Teach me to love, and to forgive,

Exact my own defects to fcan,

What others are to feel, and know myself a man.

EDU

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EDUCATION.

A POEM:

IN TWO CANTO S.

Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of SPENSER'S FAIRY QUEEN.

Infcribed to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir JOHN LANGHAM, Bart.

By GILBERT WEST, Efq;

Unum ftudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc fapientiæ ftudium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimum : catera pufilla & puerilia funt.-Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantia genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium confe&tatio moleftos, verbofos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes neceffaria, quia fupervacua didicerunt. SEN. Ep. 88.

Goodly DISCIPLINE! from heav'n y-fprong! Parent of Science, queen of Arts refin'd! To whom the Graces, and the Nine belong:

O! bid those Graces, in fair chorus join'd

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