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He, for each triumph you shall thus decline,
Shall give ten opportunities to fine :
He sees, since once you own'd him to excel,
That 'tis his interest you should reason well;
And tho' when roughly us'd, he's full of choler,
As bluft'ring B--y to a brother scholar,
Yet by degrees, inure him to submit,
He's tame, and in his mouth receives the bit.
But chiefly against trifling contests guard,
'Tis here submission seems to man moft hard :
Nor imitate that resolute old fool",
Who undertook to kick against his mule.
But those who will not by instruction learn,
How fatal trifles prove, let story warn.
Panthus and Euclio, link'd by friendship’s tie,
Liv'd each for each, as each for each wou'd die;
Like objects pleas’d them, and like objects pain'd;
'Twas but one foul that in two bodies reign’d.
One night, as usual 'twas their nights to pass,
They ply'd the cheerful, but still temprate glass,
When lo! a doubt is rais'd about a word :
A doubt that must be ended by the sword :
One falls a victim, mark, O man, thy shame,
Because their glossaries were not the same.
Cou'd Ba-1-y's self more tenderness have shown
For his two tomes of words, tho' half his own?



For what remains of failings without end,
Morals must fome, and some the laws must mend.
While others in such monstrous forms appear,
As tongue-ty'd fourness, lly suspicion's leer,
Free-fifted rudeness, dropsical pretence,
Proteus' caprice, and elbowing insolence ;
No caution to avoid them they demand,
Like wretches branded by the hangman's hand.

If faith to fome philofophers be given,
Man, that great lord of earth, that heir of heav'n,
Savage at first, inhabited the wood,
And scrambled with his fellow-brutes for food;
No social home he knew, no friendship’s tie,
Selfish in good, in ill without ally;
Till some in length of time, of stronger nerve,
And greater cunning, forc'd the rest to serve
One common purpose, and, in nature's spite,
Brought the whole jarring species to unite.
But might we not with equal reason fay,
That ev'ry single particle of clay,
Which forms our body, was at first design'd
To lie for ever from the rest disjoin'd ?
Can this be said, and can it be allow'd
'Twas with its powers for no one end endow'd ?
If so; we own that man, at first, by art
Was footh'd to act in social life a part.
'Tis true, in some the seeds of discord seem
To contradict this all-uniting scheme :



But that no more hurts nature's general course,
Than matter found with a repelling force.

Turn we awhile on lonely man our eyes,
And see what frantick scenes of folly rise :
In some dark monastery's gloomy cells,
Where formal self-presuming Virtue dwells,
Bedoz'd with dreams of grace-diftilling caves,
Of holy puddles, unconsuming graves,
Of animated plaister, wood, and stone,
And mighty cures by sainted finners done.
Permit me, Muse, ftill farther to explore,
And turn the leaves of fuperftition o'er ;
Where wonders upon wonders ever grow,
Chaos of zeal and blindness, mirth and woe;
c Visions of devils into monkeys turn’d,
That hot from hell roar at a finger burn'd;

Bottles of precious tears that saints have wept,
e And breath a thousand years in phials kept.;
f Sun-beams sent down to prop one friar's staff,

And hell broke loose to make another laugh;

St. Dominick, vide Yanfenius (Nic.)
d Of our Saviour and others, vide Ferrand.
e Of Joseph, vide Molineum.
f St. Cathro's, vide Colganum.
& St Anthony.


n Obedient feas, and i fuperftitious mice;
* Confefling wolves, and ' fanctifying lice;
m Letters and houses by an angel carried ;
n And, wondrous ! virgin nuns to Jesus married.
One monk, not knowing how to spend his time,
Sits down to find out fome unheard-of crime;
Increases the large catalogue of fins,
And where the fober finish, there begins.
Of death eternal his decree is past,
For the first crime, as fix'd as for the lat.
While that, as idle, and as pious too,
Compounds with false religion for the true;
He, courtly usher to the bleft abodes,
Weighs all the niceties of forms and modes;
And makes the rugged paths so smooth and even,
None but an ill-bred man can miss of heav'n.
One heav'n-inspir'd invents a frock, or hood :
The taylor now cuts out, and men grow good.
Another quits his stockings, breeches, shirt,
Because he fancies virtue dwells with dirt :

K Vide life of St. Colman by Colganus,
i The same life by the same author.
k Vide speculum vita Janeti Francisci.

1 St. Munnu gathered those that dropt from him, and put them in their place again, vide A&t. Sanctorum.

m From St. Firmanto St. Columba, vide Colganum. Chapel of Loretto.

n Maria de la Vifitation, vide her life by Lufgnam.

While While all concur to take


the stress From weightier points, and lay it on the less. Anxious each paltry relique to preferve Of him, whose hungry friends they leave to starve, Harrass’d by watchings, abstinence, and chains ; Strangers to joys, familiar grown with pains; To all the means of virtue they attend With strictest care, and only miss the end. Can scripture teach us, or can sense persuade, That man for such employments e'er was made ? Far be that thought! but let us now relate A character as opposite, as great, In him, who living gave to Athens fame, And, by his death, immortaliz'd her fhame. Great scourge of sophists ! he from heaven brought down, And plac'd true wisdom on th' ufurper's throne : Philosopher in all things, but pretence; He taught what they neglected, common sense. They o'er the stiff Lyceum form'd to rule; He, o’er mankind; all Athens was his school. The fober tradesman, and smart petit-maitre, Great lords, and wits, in their cwn eyes With him grew wife ; unknowing they were taught; He spoke like them, tho' not like them he thought : Nor wept, nor laugh'd, at man's perverted ftate But left to women this, to ideots that, View him with fophifts fam'd for fierce contest, Or crown'd with roses at the jovial feast ;


ftill greater,

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