1 Nor view an Equal's hope with jealous eyes; 55 In wealth and want true minds preferve their weight; Meek, though exalted; though difgrac'd, elate; 60 Generous and grateful, wrong'd or help'd, they live; Grateful to ferve, and generous to forgive. This may they learn, who close thy life attend ; Which, dear in memory, ftill inftructs thy friend. Though cruel diftance bars my groffer eye, 65 My foul, clear-fighted, draws thy virtue nigh; Through her deep woe that quickening comfort gleams, And lights up Fortitude with Friendship's beams. V ER SE S OCCASIONED BY THE VICE-PRINCIPAL of St MARY-HALL, OXFORD, Being prefented by the Honourable Mrs. KNICHT, to the Living of GOSFIELD in ESSEX. W HILE by mean arts and meaner patrons rife Priefts, whom the learned and the good despise; This fees fair Knight, in whofe tranfcendent mind, Are wildom, purity, and truth enshrin'd.. A modeft merit now the plans to lift, She fought the man of honeft, candid breast, 3 10 15 She fought, the found, and, Hart! the prize was thine. F U L V V I A. L A PO E M. ET Fulvia's wifdom be a flave to will, Her darling paffions, scandal and quadrille; On friends and foes her tongue a fatire known, Her deeds a fatire on herself alone. On her poor kindred deigns the word or look? Worfe when good-natur'd, than when most severe ; 5 10 The The fates, my nearest kindred, foes decree: What fuch a Mother? fatirize again! Oft I object-but fix'd is Fulvia's willAh! though unkind, she is my mother still! 15 20 The verse now flows, the manufcript she claims. 25 'Tis fam'd-The fame, each curious fair enflames : The wild-fire runs; from copy, copy grows: The Brets, alarm'd, a separate peace propose. 'Tis ratified-How alter'd Fulvia's look! My wit 's degraded, and my cause forfook. Iftart, I ftare, ftand fix'd, then pause awhile; M 3 30 35 40 Ma Madam-a pension loft-and where's amends? Let Fulvia's friendship whirl with every whim! For fouls, fo form'd alike, were form'd to blend. 45 50 E P IT A PH ᏟᏞ ON A YOUNG LADY. LOS'D are thofe eyes, that beam'd seraphic fire; Cold is that breast, which gave the world defire; Mute is the voice where winning softness warm'd, Where music melted, and where wisdom charm`d, And lively wit, which, decently confin'd,. No prude e'er thought impure, no friend unkind. Could modeft knowledge, fair untrifling youth, Perfuafive reason and endearing truth, Could Could honour, fhewn in friendships most refin'd, The heightening graces that embellish life; Nor can fhe die-ev'n now furvives her name, 15 THE GENIUS OF LIBERTY. A PO E M. Occafioned by the DEPARTURE of the Prince and Princefs of ORANGE. (Written in the Year 1734.) ILD rofe the morn! the face of nature bright More one extensive fimile of calm and light; Wide, o'er the land, did hovering filence reign, M 4 10 Rich |