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Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse;
For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
On some fond breast the parting foul relies,
For thee, who mindful of th’unhonour'd Dead
Haply some hoary-headed Swain may fay, " Oft have we seen him at the
of dawn • Brushing with hafty steps the dews away • To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
· Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
• One morn I miss’d him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree; • Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, « Nor
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 can't read) the lay, Gravid on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
The E PIT A P H. H
E RE rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
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 was his bounty, and his foul sinceri,
to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,
Η Υ Μ Ν
HYMN to ADVERSITY.
By the Same.
Thou Tamer of the human breast,
The Bad affright, afflict the Beit!
And purple tyrants vaínly groan
Virtue, his darling Child, design'd,
And bad to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore :
What forrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own the learn’d to melt at others' woe.
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
And leave us leisure to be good.
By vain Prosperity received,
Wisdom in fable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt’rous thought profound,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
With justice to herself severe,
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
With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart, Thy philofophic Train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart,
Exact my own defects to scan,
E DU CA TI O N.
Α Ρ Ο Ε
IN TWO CANTOS.
Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of
SPENSER's FAIRY QUEEN. Inscribed to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir JOHN
Unum fudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc
fapientia fludium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimum: ca. tera pufilla & puerilia funt.-Plus fcire velle quàm fer fatis intemperantia genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium confeftatio moleftos, verbofos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes necesaria, quia supervacua didicerunt.
SEN. Ep. 88.
Goodly Discipline! from heav'n y.Sprong !
Parent of Science, queen of Arts refind!