Nor view an Equal's hope with jealous eyes ;
Nor crush the wretch beneath who wailing lies.
My sympathizing breast his grief can feel,
And my eye weep the wound I cannot heal.
Ne'er among friendships let me fow debate,

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Nor by another's fall advance my fate;
Nor misuse wit against an absent friend :
Let me the virtues of a foe defend !
In wealth and want true minds preserve their weight;
Meck, though exalted; though difgracid, elate; 60
Generous and grateful, wrong'd or help'd, they live;
Grateful to serve, and generous to forgive.

This may they learn, who close thy life attend ; Which, dear in memory, still instructs thy friend. Though cruel distance bars my grosser eye, 65 My soul, clear-lighted; draws thy virtue nigh; Through her deep woe that quickening comfort gleams, And lights up Fortitude with Friendship’s beams.

VICE-PRINCIPAL of St MARY-HALL, OXFORD, Being presented by the Honourable Mrs. KNICHT,

to the Living of GOSFIELD in Essex. WHILE by mean arts and meaner patrons rife

Priests, whom the learned and the good despise; This sees fair Knight, in whole transcendent mind, Are willom, purity, and truth enshrin'd.

A modest merit now she plans to lift,

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Thy living, Godsfield! falls her instant gift.
Let me (the said) reward alone the wise,
And make the church-revenue Virtue's prize.

She fought the man of honest, candid breast,
In faith, in works of goodness, full exprest;
Though young, yet tutoring academic youth
To science moral, and religious truth.
She fought where the disinterested friend,
The scholar, sage, and free companion blend ;
The pleasing poet, and the deep divine,

15 She sought, the found, and, Hart! the prize was thine.

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Her darling paffions, scandal and quadrille;
On friends and foes her tongue a satire known,
Her deeds a satire on herself alone.
On her poor kindred deigns the word or look ?

5 'Tis cold respect, or 'tis unjust rebuke; Worse when good-natur’d, than when most severe ; The jest impure then pains the modest ear. How just the sceptic ! the divine how odd ! What turns of wit play smartly on her God!

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The fates, my nearest kindred, foes decree : Fulvia, when piqu'd at them, Atrait pities me. She, like Benevolence, a smile bestows, Favours to me indulge her spleen to those. The banquet serv’d, with peeresses I sit:

15 She tells my story, and repeats my wit. With mouth distorted, through a sounding nose It comes, now homeliness more homely grows. With see saw sounds and nonsense not my own, She skrews her features, and Me cracks her tone. How fine your Bastard! why so soft a strain ? What such a Mother? satirize again!

Oft I object-but fix'd is Fulvia's will Ah! though unkind, she is my mother still!

The verse now flows, the manuscript 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. 30 Thus she : What 's poetry but to amuse? Might I advise-there are more folid views. With a cool air: the adds: This tale is. old : Were it my case, it should no more be told. Complaints-had I been worthy to advise

35 You know-But when are wits, like women, wise ? True it may take; but, think whate’er you list, All love the fatire, none the satirift.

I start, I stare, Itand fix'd, then pause awhile; Then hesitate, then ponder well, then smile. 40

Madam--a pension loft-and where's amends ?
Sir (she replies) indeed you 'll lose your friends.
Why did I start? 'twas but a change of wind-
Or the same thing--the lady chang'd her mind.
I bow, depart, despise, discern her all :
Nanny revisits, and disgrac'd I fall.

Let Fulvia's friendship whirl with every whim!
A reed, a weather-cock, a fade, a dream :
No more the friendship shall be now display'd
By weather-cock, or reed, or dream, or shade;
To Nanny fix'd unvarying fhall it tend,
For souls, so form'd alike, were form’d to blend.

CLO
LOS'D are those eyes, that beam'd seraphic fire

Cold is that breast, which gave the world delire
Mute is the voice where winning softness warmd,
Where music meited, 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, Persuasive reason and endearing truth,

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Coald honour, Mewn in friendships most refin'd,
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The focial temper never known to strife,
The heightening graces that embellish life;
Could these have e'er the darts of death defied,
Never, ah! never had Melinda died;
Nor can the die ev'n now survives her name, 15
Immortaliz'd by friendihip, love, and fame.

Occafioned by the DEPARTURE of the Prince and

Princess of ORANGE.

(Written in the Year 1734.) M

ILD rose the morn! the face of nature bright

Wore one extenfive smile cf calm and light;
Wide, o'er the land, did hovering filer.ce reign,
Wide o'er the blue diffusion of the main;
When lo! before me, on the southern shore,

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Stood forth the power, whom Albion's sons adore ;
Bleft Liberty ! whose charge is Albion's ille;
Whom Reason gives to bloom, and Truth to smile ;
Gives Peace to gladden, Meltering Law to spread,
Learning to lift aloft her laurel s head,

Rich

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