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Without reftraint habituate to range
The paths of pleasure ; can I bear this change?
Doom'd from the world unwilling to retire,
In bloom of life, and warm with young desire,
In lieu of roofs with regal fplendor gay,
Condemn'd in diftant wilds to drag the day ;
Where beasts of prey maintain their favage court,
Or human brutes (the worst of brutes) refort.
Yes, yes, the change I could unsighing fee,
For none I mourn, but what I find in thee,
There center all my woes, thy heart eftrang’d,
I weep my lover, not my fortune, chang’d;
Bless'd with thy prefence, I could all forget,
Nor gilded palaces in huts regret,
But exild thence, fuperfluous is the rest,
Each place the same, my hell is in

hell is in my breast;
To pleasure dead, and living but to pain,
My only sense to suffer, and complain.
As all my wrongs distressful I

Say, can thy pulse with equal cadence beat?
Can'ft thou know peace? is conscience mute within ?
That upright delegate for secret fin;
Is nature so extinguish'd in thy heart,
That not one spark remains to take my part ?


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Not one repentant throb, one grateful figh?
Thy breast unruffled, and unwet thy eye?
Thou cool betrayer, temperate in ill!
Thou nor remorse, nor thought humane can'ft feel :
Nature has form'd thee of the rougher kind,
And education more debas'd thy mind,
Born in an age when guilt and fraud prevail,
When Justice seeps, and Int’rest holds the scale ;
Thy loose companions a licentious crew,
Most to each other, all to us untrue,
Whom chance, or habit mix, but rarely choice,
Nor leagu'd in friendship, but in focial vice,
Who indigent of honour, or of shame,
Glory in crimes which others blush to name;
By right or wrong disdaining to be mov'd,
Unprincipled, unloving, and unlov'd.
The fair who trusts their prostituted vows,
If not their falfhood, ftill their boasts expose;
Nor knows the wisest to elude the harm,
Ev'n she whose prudence shuns the tinsel charm
They know to Nander, though they fail to warm :
They make her languish in fictitious flame,
Affix fome specious slander on her name,
And baffled by her virtue, triumph o'er her fame.


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These are the leaders of thy blinded youth,
These vile seducers laugh'd thee out of truth;
Whose fcurril jests all solemn ties profane,
Or Friendship's band, or Hymen's facred chain;
Morality as weakness they upbraid,
Nor ev'n revere Religion's hallow'd head;
Alike they spurn divine and human laws,
And treat the honest like the christian cause.
Curse on that tongue whofe vile pernicious art
Delights the ear but to corrupt the heart,
That takes advantage of the chearful hour,
When weakend Virtue bends to Nature's pow'r,
And would the goodness of the soul efface,
To substitute dishonour in her place.

With such you lose the day in false delights,
In lewd debauch you revel out the nights,
(O fatal commerce to Monimia's peace !)
Their arguments convince because they please;
Whilft sophistry for reason they admit,
And wander dazzled by the glare of wit,
Wit that on ill a specious lustre throws,
And in false colours every object shows,
That gilds the wrong, depreciating the right,
And hurts the judgment, while it feasts the light ;


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So in the prism to the deluded eye
Each pictur'd trifle takes a rainbow dye,
With borrow'd charms the shining prospect glows,
And truth revers’d the faithless mirror shows,
Inverted scenes in bright confufion lie,
The lawns impending o'er the nether sky;
No juft, no real images we meet,
But all the gaudy vision is deceit.

Oft I revolve in this distracted mind
Each word, each look, that fpoke my charmer kind
But oh! how dear their memory I pay!
What pleasures past can present cares allay?
Of all I love for ever dispoffess’d:
Ah! what avails to think I once was bless'd ?
Hard disposition of unequal fate !
Mix'd are our joys, and transient are their date ;
Nor can reflection bring them back again,
Yet brings an after-sting to every pain.

Thy fatal letters, oh immoral youth,
Those perjurd pledges of fictitious truth,
Dear as they were no second joy afford,
My cred'lous heart once leap'd at every word,
My glowing bosom throbb'd with thick-heav'd fighs,
And floods of rapture gush'd into my eyes :


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When now repeated (for thy theft was vain,
Each treasur’d syllable my thoughts retain)
Far other passions rule, and diff'rent care,
My joys and grief, my transports and despair.

Why dost thou mock the ties of constant love ?
But half its joys the faithless ever prove,
They only taste the pleasures they receive,
When sure the noblest is in those we give.
Acceptance is the heav'n which mortals know,
But 'tis the bliss of angels to bestow.
Oh! emulate, my love, chat task divine,
Be thou that angel, and that heav'n be mine.
Yet, yet relent, yet intercept my fate:
Alas! I rave, and fue for new deceit.
As soon the dead shall from the grave return,
As love extinguish'd with new ardor burn.
Oh! that I dar'd to act a Roman part,
And stab thy image in this faithful heart,
Where riveted for life fecure you reign,
A cruel inmate, author of my pain :
But coward-like irrefolute I wait
Time's tardy aid, nor dare to rush on fate;
Perhaps may linger on life's latest stage,
Survive thy cruelties, and fall by age :


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