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Where savage nature in one common lies,
By homely cots pofless'd; all fqualid, wild,
And defpicably poor, they tange the field,
And feel their share of hunger, care, and pain,
Cheated by Aying prey , and now they tear
Their panting Aesh; and now with nails unclean
They tug their shaggy beards; and deeply quaff
Of human woe, even when they rudely fip
The flowing ftream, or chew the favory palp
Of nature's -frefhest viands ; fragrant fruits :
Enjoy'd with trembling, and in danger fought.

But where th' appointed limits of a law
Fences the general safety of the world,
No greater quiet reigūs ; for wanton man,
In giddy frolick easily leaps o’er
His own invented bounds; hence rapine, fraud,
Revenge, and luft, and all the hidcous train
Of nameless ills, diftort the meagre mind
To endless shapes of woe.

Here mifers mourn
Departed gold, and their defrauded heirs
Dire perjuries complain; the blended loads
Of punishment and crime deform the world,
And give no reft to man ;


and throcs
He enters on the stage; prophetick tears
And infant cries prelude his future woes;
And all is one continu'd scene of grief,
"Till the fad fable curtain falls in death.


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But that last act Thall in one moment close Of doubt and darkness; pain fhall crack the strings Of life decayed; no less the soul convals’d, Trembles in anxious cares, and thuddering itands, : 1 Afraid to leap into the opening gulph Of future fate, till all the banks of clay Fall from beneath his feet : in vain he gráfps The shatter'd reeds that cheat his easy wish. Reason is now no more; that narrow lamp (Which with its fickly fires would shoot its beams To distances unknown, and tretch its rays Akance my paths, in deepest darkness veil'd) Is sunk into his focket; inly there It burns à dismal light; th' expiring flame Is choak'd in fumes, and parts in various doubt,

Then the gay glories of the living world Shall cast their empty varnish, and retire Out of his feeble view ; and rising shade Sit hov'ring o'er all nature's various face. Mufick shall cease, and inftruments of joy Shall fail that sullen hour; nor can the mind Attend their sounds, when fancies swim in death, Confus'd and crush'd with cares: for long shall seem The dreary road, and melancholy dark, That leads he knows not where. Here empty space Gapes horrible, and threatens to absorb All being : yonder footy demons glare,

wi And dolorons fpectres grin; the shapeless rout


Of wild imagination dance and play
Before his eyes obscure; till all in death
Shall vanilh, and the prisoner, now enlarg'd,
Regains the flaming borders of the sky.

He ended. Peals of thunder rend the heavens,
And Chaos, from the bottom turn'd, resounds
The mighty clangor : All the heavenly hoft
Approve the high decree, and loud they fing
Eternal justice; while the guilty troops,
Sad with their doom, but sad without despair,
Fall fluttering down to Lethe's lake, and there
For penance, and the destin'd body, wait.

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LD Chiron to his pupil thus began,

When he beheld him rip'ning into man. " Accomplish'd youth! well worthy of my pains, “ You now are free, and guide yourself the reins : “ Yet hear, Achilles, hear, before we part, “ A few short precepts from a faithful heart.

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" What tho the gods a Neftor's age deny ! « Let management a longer life supply, « And learn, at least, to live, before you die. “ A little tract, well tillid, more profit yields “ Than realms of wild, uncultivated fields. “ 'Tis not from length of years our pleasares flow, “ Nor to the gods alone our bliss we owe. “ Our happiness, and pain depend on us : “ Man's his own good, or evil genius. • Great ills by art we lighten, or remove, " And art our meanest pleasures may improve : " Mach to ourselves is due, tho' much to Jove.

«*Think not, young prince, your elevated state, “ Birth, honours, or the empty name of great, “ Can fix your joys; they're ill secur'd, unlefs “ You know yourself to form your happiness, " Which in the shepherd's humble hut is found, While palaces with discord still resound. “ Fortune to industry is ever kind, “ And, tho' by the blind valgar painted blind, Is ftill more equal than the crowd suppose, Who judge of happiness by outward shows; • She smiles on all conditions, may

be “ A man of pleasure in his own degree.

“ Yet few with art their happiness pursue, • Tho' all mankind have happiness in view, And ev'ry sense seems made by nature's skill ar For giving pleasure and avoiding ill.

« Nature


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Nature our common mother has been kind,
" And for a race of joy her sons design'd,
« Who long to reach the goal, yet lazy, lag behind,
" Or wholly blind, or doubtful how t'advance,
“ They leave the work of industry to chance.
" And of those few who with more active trife
“ Pursue this great, important end of life,
“ Some, too impatient, know not how to wait ;
" Or aim at things beyond their human ftate ;
“ These last thro' too much delicacy fall,
And by refining rob themselves of all.

" Shun then, Achilles, fhun the faults of such,
“ Who fill propose too little, or too much.
“ Stretch not your hopes too far, nor yet despair,
6 But above all, of indolence beware..
“ Attend to what you do, or life will seem
“ But a mere vision, or fantastick dream,
« Pass'd in ideas of delight, at beft:
While real pleasure's lost in doubtful reft.
« In short, learn 'when, and how to bear; in vain
“ He pleafure feeks, who is afraid of pain ;
" Pleasure's a serious thing, and cheaply bought
By labour, patience, management, and thought,

“ But you, aspiring youth, by nature seem
- Addicted to an oppofite extreme;
“ Impetuous, and restless, foon inflam'd,
“ And, like a generous courser, hardly tam'd;


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