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For all thy Needs his Goodness shall provide,
His Pow'r fhall guard thee,and his Wisdom guide.
If poisonous Tongues thy upright Deeds defame,
And foul-mouth'd Slander faftens on thy Name,
Yet ftill be calm, and He fhall foon expofe
The vain, the baffled Malice of thy Foes,
Shall clear thy Caufe, thy Virtue fhall difplay
Bright as the Sun, and open as the Day.

When Storms of State aloft impetuous roar,
And mighty Villains fall, and are no more;
Still fafe and happy is the Good Man seen,
His Afpect chearful, and his Mind ferene.
Though no huge Heaps of ill-got Riches rife,
To footh his Pride, and feed his rav'nous Eyes;
Yet Thrift and Industry increase his Store,
And fweet Content forbids him to be poor.
Heav'n's gracious Bounty, freely as it flows,
Freely again his liberal Hand bestows:

And

And timely Aid and Kindness to impart

Imploys his Labour, and delights his Heart.
Well pleas'd the Fruit of these good Works he fees,
With God, with Man, and with himself at Peace.
The choiceft Gifts of Providence he shares,
And leaves a thousand Bleffings to his Heirs.
Though now my Life has pass'd through ev'ry
[Stage,
And long Experience crowns my hoary Age;
I never faw forfaken at his need

The Good Man yet; no, nor the Good Man's [Seed

I never faw constrain'd to beg their Bread.

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Upon an Old Refolve.

Good Refolve! ay, marry, is it ;

If you've a Grain of Faith implicit : Nor look the Wisdom of the Nation

Should ftoop to Ratiocination,

Or Drudgery of Demonstration.

No Danger's nigh; if why you wift not,

Know, Fool, there is not, 'cause there is not
As He that Bellarmine difputed,
Cry'd, Sir, You lye; and fo confuted.

What if it please a Legislature

To queftion Principles of Nature;
And say, whatever your Suppose is,
You've neither Brains, Ears, Eyes or Nofes
Shall faucy You, on vain Pretences,
Prefume to argue for your Senfes ?
Or think, because you ken a little,
You're therefore not as blind as Beetle?
I fay, renounce your fond Perfuafion,
Or you're a Foe to Crown and Nation:
And ought, for fuch your bold Suggestion,
To be feverely call'd in Question

Now give me Leave to lay before ye

A good authentick antient Story.

The Fox, a Beast renown'd in Fable, For Wit not common to the Rabble,

When all by Royal Edi&t went,

That wanted Tails, to Banishment,
Forfook hereditary Shelter,

And jogg'd among them helter skelter.
The Ape, as Fools are apt to teize one,
Attack'd Sir Ren to know his Reafon.
Sure were my Bum like yours appointed,
I'd ne'er have fled my Liege Anointed.
Thus He. Quoth Ren; A batter'd Courtier!
Your Tail is fhort, your Reafon fhorter.
What if it please the King and Peerage
By Vote to rob me of my Steerage,
And call me Bare-arfe? tell me then
Who, John, fhall fet me right agen?
This fhews the Weakness of difputing,

Where Contradicting is Confuting.

To

To KITTY, a Poetical young Lady.

D

I.

Ear Kitty! now my Counsel take,
Now is the dang'rous Season;

If not; admit the Rhyme to make

Atonement for the Reason.

II.

Take heed, left Affluence beguile,
Left Pride fhould over-pow'r ye;
Now kinder Fortune seems to fmile,

With Prospect of a Dow'ry.

III.

If e'er in other Sphere you move,

And higher Life appear in;

Take heed the Station does not prove

The worse for Kitty's wearing.

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