IV. But find at length, with Pains arriv'd, Its tempting Glory ceas'd; By defart Barrenness convinc'd The Distance only pleas'd. V. Thus our o'er-heated Fancies rove In all Affairs of Life; Her, whom a Mistress we adore, We nauseate when a Wife. VI. I'll, to be happy, be content, Blifs, like a Shadow, run or ftand, The felf-fame Distance keeps. S The PENITEN T. I. Ilent and lonesome while I lie, To my fick Bed confin'd; My Follies past, my num'rous Sins Rife dreadful in my Mind. II. In vain I turn from Side to Side, To gain my Body Eafe; In vain folicit every Thought, To calm my Soul to Peace. III. No Peace the Wicked fhall enjoy ; (So God's fix'd Will ordains) But He who tastes the Sweets of Sin, IV. Earn IV. Earnest for Pity now I cry, Awaken'd by my Smart : Reproachful Shame confounds my Soul, V. But oh! will God regard my Tears, Me, who his Juftice have provok'd, VI. Yes; for the broken contrite Heart My Saviour's Suff'rings plead: He will not quench the fmoaking Flax, VII. Ev'n here I feel his gracious Hand; Tis He, feverely kind, With Sickness bows my Body down, To raise my finking Mind. VIII. Thy poor unworthy Servant view, Refign'd to thy Decree; Ordain me or to live or die, But live or die in Thee. IX. Upon thy gracious Promife, Lord, My humbled Soul is caft; Thou❜lt bear me fafe thro' Life, thro' Death, And raise me up at last. X. Low as this mortal Frame must lie, This mortal Frame fhall fing, Where is thy Victory, O Grave? And where, O Death, thy Sting? To To Sir HERBERT POWELL, Bart. Upon his going to Travel. N Friendly Part a well-meant Gift receive, IN The best, tho' small, that I have Pow'r to give; Boldly without Reluctance lend an Ear, Nor flatt'ring Verfe, nor Dedication fear, If not You dread the long Impertinence of Rhyme, |