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An honeft heart, a confcience free from blame,
Not of great acts, but good, give me the name;
In vain we plant, we build, our ftores increase,
If confcience roots up
all our inward peace.
What need of arms, of inftruments of war,
Of battering engines that deftroy from far?
The greatest king and conqueror is he

Who lord of his own appetites can be :
Bleft with a power that nothing can destroy,
And all have equal freedom to enjoy.
Whom worldly luxury and pomps allure,"
They tread on ice, and find no footing fure.
Place me, ye powers! in fome obfcure retreat;
O keep me innocent, make others great;
In quiet fhades, content with rural sports,
Give me a life remote from guilty courts,
Where, free from hopes or fears, in humble ease
Unheard-of I may live, and die in peace.
Happy the man who thus, retir'd from fight,
Studies himself, and feeks no other light;
But most unhappy he, who fits on high,
Expos'd to every tongue and every eye,
Whofe follies, blaz'd about, to all are known,
And are a fecret to himfelf alone:

Worfe is an evil fame, much worse than none.

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HLOE's the wonder of her fex,

'Tis well her heart is tender! How might fuch killing eyes perplex, With virtue to defend her!

But Nature, graciouffy inclin'd,
Nor bent to vex but please us,
Has to her boundless beauty join'd
A boundlefs will to eafe us.

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BRIGHT as the day, and like the morning fair,

Chloe is---and common as the---air.

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OF injur'd fame, and mighty wrongs receiv'd,

Chloe complains, and wondrously 's aggriev'd; 4

That free, and lavish of a beauteous face,

The faireft and the fouleft of her race;

She's mine, or thine, and strolling up and down
Sucks in more filth than any fink in town,

I not deny, this, I have faid 'tis true;

What wrong! to give fo bright a nymph her due!

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CORINN A.

CORINNA in the bloom of youth

Was coy to every lover;

Regardless of the tenderest truth,
No foft complaint could move her.

Mankind was hers: all at her feet
Lay proftrate and adoring;
The witty, handfome, rich, and great,
In vain alike imploring.

But now, grown old, fhe would repair
Her lofs of time and pleasure;
With willing eyes, and wanton air,
Inviting every gazer.

But Love's a fummer flower, that dies
With the first weather changing;

The lover, like the fwallow, flies
From fun to fun, still ranging.

Myra, let this example more
Your foolish heart to reafon ;
Youth is the proper time for love,
And age is Virtue's season.

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ON THE SAME.

So well Corinna likes the joy,

She vows fhe'll never more be coy; She drinks eternal draughts of pleafure : Eternal draughts will not suffice,

Ah give me, give me more, fhe cries, 'Tis all too little measure.

Thus wifely fhe makes up for time
Mif-spent while youth was in its prime :
So travellers who wafte the day
Careful and cautious of their way,
Noting at length the fetting fun,

They mend their pace as night comes on,
Double their speed to reach their inn,
And whip and fpur through thick and thin.

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ELINDA's pride's an arrant cheat,
A foolish artifice to blind;

Some honeft glance, that fcorns deceit,
Does ftill reveal her native mind.

With look demure, and forc'd difdain,

She idly acts the faint;

We fee through this difguife, as plain
As we diftinguish paint.

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The pains fhe takes are vainly meant

To hide her amorous heart, 'Tis like perfuming an ill scent,

The smell 's too strong for art.

So have I feen grave fools defign ́
With formal looks to pafs for wife;
But Nature is a light will fhine,
And break through all disguise.

CLARINDA.

N vain a thousand flaves have try'd

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To overcome Clarinda's pride :
Pity pleading,

Love perfuading,

When her icy heart is thaw'd,

Honour chides, and ftrait fhe 's aw'd.

Foolish creature,

Follow Nature,

Waste not thus your prime ;

Youth's a treasure,

Love's a pleasure,

Both destroy'd by Time.

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