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Striving free Nature's shape to hit,
Emaciate sense, before they fit.

A common place, and many friends,
Can serve the plagiary's ends.
Whose eafy vamping talent lies,
First wit to pilfer, then difguise.
Thus fome devoid of art and skill
To search the mine on Pindus' hill,
Proud to aspire and workmen grow,
By genius doom'd to stay below,
For their own digging shew the town
Wit's treasure brought by others down.
Some wanting, if they find a mine,
An artist's judgment to refine,
On fame precipitately fix'd,
The ore with baser metals mix'd
Melt down, impatient of delay,
And call the vicious mass a play.
All these engage to serve their ends,
A band select of trufty friends,
Who, lesson'd right, extol the thing,
As Psapho taught his birds to fing;
Then to the ladies they fubmit,
Returning officers on wit;
A crowded house their presence draws,
And on the beaus imposes laws,
A judgment in its favour ends,
When all the pannel are its friends :

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Their natures merciful and mild
Have from mere pity fav’d the child ;
In bulrush ark the bantling found
Helpless and ready to be drown’d,
They have preserv'd by kind support,
And brought the baby-muse to court.

But there's a youth that you can name,
Who needs no leading strings to fame,
Whose quick maturity of brain
The birth of Pallas may explain :
Dreaming of whose depending fate,
I heard Melpomene debate,
This, this is he, that was foretold
Should emulate our Greeks of old.
Inspir'd by me with sacred art,
He sings, and rules the varied heart;
If Jove's dread anger he rehearse,
We hear the thunder in his verse;
If he describes love turn'd to rage,
The furies riot in his

page.
If he fair liberty and law
By ruffian power expiring draw,
The keener paffions then engage
Aright, and fan&ify their rage ;
If he attempt disastrous love,
We hear those plaints that wound the grove,
Within the kinder pasions glow,
And tears diftilld from pity flow.

From

From the bright vision I descend,
And

my deserted theme attend.
Me never did ambition feize,
Strange fever most inflam'd by ease!
T'he active lunacy of pride,
That courts jilt Fortune for a bride.
This pardise-tree, so fair and high,
I view with no aspiring eye:
Like aspine shake the restless leaves,
And Sodom-fruit our pains deceives,
Whence frequent falls give no surprize,
But fits of Spleen, call'd growing wife.
Greatness in glitt'ring forms display'd
Affects weak eyes much us'd to shade,
And by its falsly-envy'd scene
Gives self-debasing fits of Spleen.
We should be pleas'd that things are so,
Who do for nothing see the show,
And, middle-fiz’d, can pass between
Life's hubbub fafe, because unseen,
And ’midst the glare of greatness trace
A watry fun-fhine in the face,
And pleasures fled to, to redress
The fad fatigue of idleness.

Contentment, parent of delight,
So much a stranger to our sight,
Say, goddess, in what happy place
Mortals behold thy blooming face;

Thy

Thy gracious aufpices impart,
And for thy temple chuse my heart.
They, whom thou deigneft to inspire,
Thy science learn, to bound desire;
By happy alchymy of mind
They turn to pleasure all they find;
They both disdain an outward mien
The grave and folemn garb of Spleen,
And meretricious arts of dress,
To feign a joy, and hide distress;
Unmov'd when the rude tempeft blows;
Without an opiate they repose ;
And cover'd by your shield, defy
The whizzing shafts, that round them fly';
Nor meddling with the gods' affairs,
Concern themselves with diftant cares ;
But place their bliss in mental rest,
And feast upon the good possess’d.

Forc'd by soft violence of pray'r,
The blythsome goddess sooths my care,
I feel the deity inspire,
And thus she models

my

defire.
Two hundred pounds half-yearly paid,
Annuity fecurely made,
A farm some twenty miles from town,
Small, tight, falubrious, and my own;
Two maids, that never saw the town,
A serving-man not quite a clown,

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A boy

A boy to help to tread the mow,
And drive, while t'other holds the plough ;
A chief of temper form’d to please,
Fit to converse, and keep the keys;
And better to preserve the peace,
Commission'd by the name of niece :
With understandings of a fize
To think their master very

wise.
May heav'n (it's all I wish for) send
One genial room to treat a friend,
Where decent cup-board, little plate,
Display benevolence, not ftate.
And may my humble dwelling stand
Upon fome chosen spot of land :
A pond before full to the brim,
Where cows may cool, and geese may swim,
Behind, a green like velvet neat,
Soft to the eye, and to the feet;
Where od'rous plants in evening fair
Breathe all around ambrofial air;
From Eurus, foe to kitchen-ground,
Fenc'd by a flope with bushes crown'd,
Fit dwelling for the feather'd throng,
Who pay their quit-rents with a song;
With op’ning views of hill and date,
Which fenfe and fancy too regale,
Where the half-cirque, which vifion bounds,
Like amphitheatre furrounds

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