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Like varying winds, by other passions toft,
175 Grafts on this Passion our best principle: 'Tis thus the Mercury of Man is fix'd, Strong grows the Virtue with his nature mix'd; The dross cements what else were too refin’d, And in one interest body acts with mind,
180 As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care, On savage stocks inserted learn to bear; The surest Virtues thus from Passions shoot, Wild Nature's vigour working at the root. What crops
of wit and honesty appear
Thus VARIATION. After ver. 194. in the MS.
How oft, with Passion, Virtue points her Charms ! Then shines the Hero, then the Patriot warms.
Thus Nature gives us (let it check our pride)
195 The virtue nearest to our vice ally'd : Reason the byas turns to good from ills And Neto reigns a Titus, if he will. The fiery soul abhor'd in Catiline, In Decius charms, in Curtius is divine :
200 The fame ambition can destroy or save, And makes a patriot as it makes a knave.
This light and darkness in our chaos joind,
Extremes in Nature equal ends produce,
- Make it a point, dear Marquess, or a pique.
Fools who from hence into the notion fall,
215 'Tis to mistake them, costs the time and pain.
Vice is a monster of fo frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. But where th’ Extreme of Vice, was ne'er agreed : Alk where's the North ? at York, 'tis on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. No creature owns it in the first degree,
225 But thinks his neighbour further gone than he : Ev’n those who dwell beneath its very zone, Or never feel the ragé, or never own; What happier natures shrink at with affright, The hard inhabitant contends is right.
Virtuous VARIATIONS. After ver. 2zo. in the first Edition followed these,
A Cheat! A Whore! who starts not at the name,
In all the Inns of Court or Drury-lane ?
The Colonel swear's the Agent is a dog,
Virtuous and vicious every Man must be, Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree; The rogue and fool by fits is fair and wile; And ev'n the best, by fits, what they despise. 'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill;
235 For, Vice or Virtue, Self-directs it till; Each individual seeks a several goal; But Heaven's great view, is one, and that the Whole. That counter works each folly and caprice; That disappoints th' effect of every vice;
240 That, happy frailties to all ranks apply'd : Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride. Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief: To kings prefumption, and to crowds belief: That, Virtue's ends from vanity can raise,
245 Which seeks no intereft, no reward but praises And build on wants, and on defects of mind, The joy, the peace, the glory of Mankind.
Heaven forming each on other to defend, A master or a servant, or a friend,
250 Bids each on other for assistance call, "Till one Man's weakness grows the strength of all. Wants, frailties, paffions, clofer still ally The common interest, or endear the tie. To these we owe true friendship, love fincere, 255 Each home-felt joy that life inherits here; Yet from the same we learn, in its decline, Those joys, those loves, those interests, to refign; Taught half by reason, half by mere decay, To welcome death, and calmly pass away. 260 E 2
Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
contents him with the care of Heaven.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier play-thing gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite : Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age : 280 Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before ;. Till tir'd he sleeps, and Life's poor play is o'er. Meanwhile Opinion gilds with varying rays Those painted clouds that beautify our days ; Each want of happiness by hope fupply'd,
285 And each vacuity of sense by Pride : These build as fast as knowledge can destroy ; In folly's cup ftill laughs the bubble, joy ; One prospect loft, another still we gain ; And not a vanity is giv’n in vain ;