Hence lights refracted run through diftant skies, Now a new scene enormous luftre brings, 35 40 45 M TO THE EXCELLENT IRA N D A, CONSORT OF AARON HILL, ESQ ON READING HER POEMS. ACH foftening charm of Clio's fmiling fong, Montague's foul, which fhines divinely ftrong, Thefe blend, with graceful ease, to form thy rhyme, Tender, yet chaste; sweet-founding, yet fublime; Wisdom and wit have made thy works their care, Each paffion glows, refin'd by precept, there: To fair Miranda's form each grace is kind; The Mufes and the Virtues tune thy mind. VERSES VERS E S то A YOUNG LADY. POLLY, from me, though now a love-fick youth, Nay, though a poet, hear the voice of truth! Polly, you're not a beauty, yet you 're pretty; 5 You scorn; yet fhould my paffion change, or fail, 15 Such, Polly, are your fex-part truth, part fiction, THE GENTLE MA N. A ADDRESSED то JOHN JOLIFFE, ESQ. Decent mein, an elegance of drefs, Words, which, at ease, each winning grace ex prefs; A life, where love, by wisdom polish'd, shines, 5 10 Thence tafte; thence truth, which will from tafte enfue: Unwilling cenfure, though a judgment clear; A fmile indulgent, and that fmile fincere; Give true delight, and gain unflattering praise, 15 20 CHARAC CHARACTER O F THE REV. JAMES FOSTE R. FROM Codex hear, ye ecclefiaftic men, This paftoral charge to Webfter, Stebbing, Ven; Attend, ye emblems of your P's mind ! Mark Faith, mark Hope, mark Charity, defin'd; On terms, whence no ideas ye can draw, Pin well your faith, and then pronounce it law; First wealth, a crofier next, your hope enflame; And next church - power-a power o'er confcience, claim; In modes of worship right of choice deny; Say, to convert, all means are fair;—add, why ? 'Tis charitable-let your power decree, That Perfecution then is Charity; 5 10 Call reafon error; forms, not things, display; Let moral doctrine to abftrufe give way; Sink demonstration; mystery preach alone; 15 Be thus Religion's friend, and thus your own. In him, great modern miracle! we see A prieft, from avarice and ambition free; 20 Meek, though not timorous; confcious, though not vain; Without craft, reverend; holy, without cant; Zealous for truth, without enthusiast rant. His hope, no mitre militant on earth, 25 'Tis that bright crown, which heaven referves for worth. A priest, in charity with all mankind, His love to virtue, not to fect confin'd: Truth his delight; from him it flames abroad, Where vice erects her head, rebukes the page; Mix'd with rebuke, perfuafive charms engage; 35 40 Charms, which th' unthinking must to thought excite; Him copy, Codex, that the good and wife, May fee thee now, though late, redeem thy name, 45 But |