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The girl who on beauty depends for support,
May call every art to her aid: N

The bofom difplay'd, and the petticoat short,
Are famples fhe gives of her trade.
But you, on whom Fortune indulgently smiles,
And whom Pride has preferv'd from the fnare;
Should fily attack us with coynefs and wiles,
Not with open and infolent air.

The Venus whofe ftatue delights all mankind,
Shrinks modeftly back from the view,
And kindly fhould feem by the artist design'd
To ferve as a model for you.

Then learn with her beauties to copy her air,

Nor venture too much to reveal;

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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 folid and fure.

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But if Amazon-like you attack your gallants,

And put us in fear of our lives,


do well for fifters and aunts, may very

But believe me, you'll never be wives.

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The BENEDICITE Paraphrafed.

By the Rev. Mr. MERRICK.


E works of God, on him alone,


In earth his footstool, heaven his throne,
Be all your praise bestow'd ;-

Whofe hand the beauteous fabric made,
Whofe eye the finish'd work furvey'd,
And faw that all was good.
Ye angels, that with loud acclaim
Admiring view'd the new-born frame,
And hail'd th' eternal King ;'
Again proclaim your Maker's praise,
Again your thankful voices raife,

And touch the tuneful ftring.

III. Praise


Praise him, ye bless'd ætherial plains,
Where, in full majefty, 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!

Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, pow'rs,
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.
Cœleftial 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 glitt❜ring planets of the sky,
Whose lamps the absent fun fupply,
With him the fong purfue;




And let himself fubmiffive own,
He borrows from a brighter Sun,
The light he lends to you,


Ye fhow'rs, and dews, whose moisture fhed,
Calls into life the op'ning feed,

To him your praises yield;

Whofe influence wakes the genial birth,
Drops fatnefs on the pregnant earth,

And crowns the laughing field.

Ye winds, that oft tempestuous fweep
The ruffled furface of the deep,

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With us confefs your God; .. See, through the heav'ns, the King of kings, Up-borne on your expanded wings,

Comes flying all abroad.

Ye floods of fire, where-e'er ye flow,
With juft fubmiffion humbly bow

To his fuperior pow'r ;
Who ftops the tempeft on its way,
Or bids the flaming deluge ftray,
And gives it strength to roar.


Ye fummer's heat, and winter's cold,
By turns in long fucceffion roll'd,

The drooping world to chear;
Praise him, who gave the fun and moon,
To lead the various seasons on,

And guide the circling year.

Ye frofts, that bind the wat'ry plain,
Ye filent fhow'rs of fleecy rain,

Pursue the heav'nly theme;
Praise him, who fheds the driving (now,
Forbids the harden'd waves to flow,

And stops the rapid ftream.

Ye days and nights, that swiftly born,
From morn to eve, from eve to morn,

Alternate glide away;

Praise him, whose never-varying light,
Abfent, adds horror to the night,
But prefent gives the day.


Light, from whose rays all beauty springs,
Darkness, whose wide-expanded wings
Involve the dusky globe;

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