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Just what is elegantly useful's there ;
Of aught beyond he scorns th' unworthy care;
Nor would, for all the trim that pride can show,
One single act of social aid forego;
For this he labors to improve his store,'
For this he wishes to enlarge his pow'r ;
This is his life's great purpose, end, and aim :
Such true ambition is, and worthy fame.

How different Rapax spent his worthless hour !
With treasure indigent, a Nave with pow'r :
Large sums o’erlooking, still intent on more,
He wasted, not enjoy'd, his tasteless store.
His growing greatness rais'd his hopes the high'r,
And fan'd his restless pride's increasing fire.
'Twas thus amidst prosperity he pin’d ;
For what can fill the false-ambitious mind ?
With all the honors that his prince could give,
With all the wealth his av'rice could receive,
'Midst outward opulence, but inward care,
Reproach and want was all he left his heir.

'Tis true, the patriot well deserves his fame, And from his country just applaufe may claim. But what avails it to the world beside, That Brutus bravely stab'd, or Curtius dy'd ?

While Tully's merit, unconfin'd to place,
Diffuses blessings down through all our race ;
Remotest times his learned labors reach,
And Rome's great moralist ev'n now shall teach.

Averse to public noise, ambition's ftrife,
And all the splendid ills of busy life,
Through latent paths, unmark'd by vulgar eye,
Are there who wish to pass unheeded by ?
Whom calm retirement's facred pleasures move,
The hour contemplative, or friend they love;
Yet not by spleen, or superstition led,
Forbear ambition's giddy heights to tread;
Who.not inglorious spend their peaceful day,
Whilst science, lovely star ! directs their way?
Flows there not something good from such as these?
No useful product from the men of ease ?
And shall the Muse no social merit boast ?
Are all her vigils to the public lost?
Though noisy pride may scorn her silent toil,
Fair are the fruits which bless her happy soil:
There every plant of useful produce grows,
There science sprang, and thence instruction flows ;

There true philosophy erects her school, · There plans her problem, and there forms her rule ;


There every seed of every art began,
And all that eases life, and brightens man.

'Twas hence great Newton, mighty genius ! foard,
And all creation's wondrous range explor'd.
Far as th’ Almighty stretch'd his utmost line
He pierc'd in thought, and view'd the vast design.
Too long had darker ages sought in vain . .
The secret scheme of nature to explain ;
Too long had truth escap'd each fage's eye,
Or faintly shone through vain philosophy.
Each shapely offspring of her feeble thought,
A darker veil o'er genuine science brought;
Still stubborn facts o'erthrew their fruitless toil ;
For truth and fiction who shall reconcile ?
But Britain's fons a surer guide pursue ;
Tread safe the maze, since Newton gave the clue.
Where-e’er he turn'd true Science rear'd her head, i
While far before her puzzled Ign’rance fled:
From each blest truth these noble ends he draws,
Use to mankind, and to their God applause.
Taught by his rules secure the merchant rides,
When threat'ning seas roll high their dreadful tides ; :
And either India speeds her precious stores,
'Midst various dangers safe to Britain's shores.



Long as those orbs he weigh'd shall ihed their rays, His truth shall guide us, and shall. last his praise. :

Yet if fo just the fame, the use so great, Systems to poise, and spheres to regulate ; To teach the secret well-adapted force, That steers of countlefs orbs th’unvaried course; Far brighter honors wait the nobler part, To balance manners, and conduct the heart. Order without us, what imports it feen, If all is restless anarchy within ? ! Fir’d by this thought great Ashley, gen’rous fage, Plan'd in sweet leisure his . instructive page. Not orbs he weighs, but marks, with happier skill, The scope of actions and the poife of will: In fair proportion here describ'd we trace Each mental beauty, and each moral grace;' Each useful pasfion taught, its tone design'd In the nice concord of a well-tun'd mind. Does mean felf-love contract each social aim ? Here public transports shall thy soul inflame. Virtue and Deity fupremely fair, Too oft delineated with looks severe, Resume their native smiles and graces here :

. See the Characteriftics, particularly the enquiry concerning Virtue and the Moralists.


Sooth'd into love relenting foes admire,
And warmer raptures every friend inspire.

Such are the fruits which from retirement spring; These blessings ease and learnéd leisure bring.

Yet of the various tasks mankind employ, 'Tis sure the hardest, leisure to enjoy. For one who knows to taste this godlike bliss, What countless swarms of vain pretenders miss ? Though each dull plodding thing, to ape the wise, Ridiculously grave, for leisure fighs, (His boasted wish from busy scenes to run): Grant him that leisure, and the fool's undone.' The gods, to curse poor Demea, heard his vow, And business now no more contracts his brow: Nor real cares, 'tis true, perplex his breast, But thousand fancied ills his peace moleft: The Nightest trifles folid forrows prove, . And the long ling’ring wheel of life fcarce seems to move.

Useless in business, yet unfit for ease, Nor skilld to mend mankind, nor form’d to please, Such spurious animals of worthless race Live but the public burthen and disgrace : Like mean attendants on life's stage are seen, Drawn forth to fill, but not conduct the scenę.

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