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· II. ina . The girl who on beauty depends for support,
May call every art to her aid ::
The bosom display'd, and the petticoat short,
Are samples she gives of her trade.
But you, on whom Fortune indulgently smiles,
And whom Pride has preserv'd from the snare;
Should Nily attack us with coyness and wiles,
Not with open and insolent air.
The Venus whose statue delights all mankind,
Shrinks modestly back from the view,
And kindly should seem by the artist design'd
To serve as a model for you.
Then learn with her beauties to copy her air,
Nor venture too much to reveal ;
Our fancies will paint what you cover with care,
And double each charm you conceal...
The blushes of Morn, and the mildness of May,
Are charms which no art can procure;
O! be but yourselves, and our homage we pay,
And your empire is solid and sure.
But if Amazon-like you attack your gallants,
And put us in fear of our lives, ? : You may do very well for fisters and aunts,
But believe me, you'll never be wives...
The BENEDICITÉ Paraphrased.
By the Rev. Mr. MERRICK.
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VE works of God, on him alone,..
1 In earth his footstool, heaven' his throne,
Be all your praise bestow'd ;
Whose hand the beauteous fabric made,
Whose eye the finish'd work survey'd,
And saw that all was good.
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Ye angels, that with loud acclaim
Admiring view'd the new-born frame,
And haild th’eternal King;
Again proclaim your Maker's praise,
Again your thankful voices raise,
And touch the tuneful string.
Praise him, ye bless'd ætherial plains,
Where, in full majesty, he deigns
To fix his aweful throne :
Ye waters, that above him roll,
From orb to orb, from pole to pole,
Oh! make his praises known!
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Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, powrs,
Join ye your joyful fongs with ours,
With us your voices raise ;
From age to age extend the lay, .
To heav'n's eternal Monarch pay
Hymns of eternal praise.
Coelestial orb! — whose pow'rful ray
Opes the glad eyelids of the day,
Whose influence all things own;
Praise him, whose courts effulgent shine.
With light, as far excelling thine,
As thine the paler moon.
Ye glittring planets of the sky,
Whose lamps the absent fun supply,
With him the song pursue ; Vol. IV.
And let himself submissive own,
He borrows from a brighter Sun,..
The light he lends to you. Hoci
VII. . .
Ye show’rs, and dews, whose moisture fhed,
Calls into life the op’ning seed,. ..]
To him your praises yield;
Whose influence wakes the genial birth,
Drops fatness on the pregnant earth,
And crowns the laughing field...
Ye winds, that oft tempestuous fweep
The ruffled surface of the deep, . .
With us confess your God;
See, through the heav'ns, the King of kings,
Up-borne on your expanded wings,
Comes flying all abroad,
i IX. si Ye floods of fire, where-e'er ye flow, With just submission humbly bow
To his superior pow'r ;
Who stops the tempest on its way,
Or bids the Aaming deluge stray, --
And gives it strength to roar.
Ye summer's heat, and winter's cold,
By turns in long fuccellion rollid,
The drooping world to chear ;
Praise him, who gave the sun and moon,
To lead the various seasons on,
And guide the circling year.
Ye frosts, that bind the wat’ry plain,
Ye silent show'rs of Aeecy rain,
Pursue the heav'nly theme ;
Praise him, who sheds the driving snow,
Forbids the harden'd waves to flow, :
And stops the rapid stream.
Ye days and nights, that swiftly born,
From morn to eve, from eve to morn,
Alternate glide away;
Praise him, whose never-varying light,
Absent, adds horror to the night,
But present gives the day.
Light, - from whose räys all beauty springs,
Darkness, whose wide-expanded wings
Involve the dusky globe ;