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" What though on Simois' or Scamander's shore, " Far off from home, the Greeks your death deplore ? “ No matter where, or when: it once must be, “ And nothing can revoke the firm decree.

Though Thetis' fon, though third from mighty Jove, “ Eternal monarch of the realms above, Nor Jove, nor Thetis, can your days recal, “ Or for an hour defer your destin'd fall.

“ Mean while a looser reign to pleasure give : “ Time flies in hafte, be you in haste to live : “ Seize on the precious minutes, as they fleet ; “ Your life, however short, will be compleat, 6. If at the fatal moment you can say, “ I've liv'd, and made the most of every day!

“ One precept more I fain would recommend, " And then old Chiron's tedious lessons end.

Learn, gen'rous prince, what's little understood, “ The godlike happiness of doing good. “ How glorious to defend, and to bestow! “ From nobler springs can human pleasure flow “ A solid good which nothing can defroy, “ The best prerogative the great enjoy. " For this, reme

member, monarchs first were made, “ For this, young prince, be lov'd, and be obey'd, “ At once yourself, and mighty nations bless, • And make humanity your happiness.

" But now Aurora ushers in the day, * And fond, expecting Peleus chides your stay.

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W Whence drew I being ? to what period tend?

" Go then, brave youth, where'er the Fates may call;

Live with design, and fearless wait thy fall. " Whatever space of Life the gods decree,

Thy name is still immortal; for I see
" More than another Peleus rise in thee.
“ Thy fame the a prince of sacred bards shall fire,
“Thy deeds che conquest of the world inspire."


HAT am I? how produc'd ? and for what end?
Am I th' abandon’d orphan of blind chance,
Dropt by wild atoms in diforder'd dance?


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a Homer.

b By Alexander, who had Homer's Iliad always with him, propofing Achilles for his example.

a Dr. Arbuthnot was descended from a noble family in Scotland, and was the son of a clergyman of the Episcopal Church in that kingdom. He was born at Arbuthnot in Kincardinthire, not long after the re

itoration ;

Or from an endless chain of causes wrought,
And of unthinking fubitance, born with thought?
By motion which began without a cause,
Supremely wise, without design or laws ?
Am I but what I seem, mere flesh and blood ;
A branching channel, with a mazy food ?
The purple ftream that through my veffels glides,
Dull and unconscious flows, like common rides :
The pipes through which the circling juices stray,
Are not that thinking I, no more than they :

storation ; and received his education at Aberdeen, where he took his
Doctor's degree. He soon afterwards removed to London, and was employ-
ed sometime in teaching the mathematics. On St. Andrew's day 1704, he
was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society; and on the 30th October
following, was sworn Physician extraordinary to Queen Anne ; upon
the indisposition of Dr. Hannes, he was appointed fourth Physician
in ordinary to the Queen; and on 27th April 1710, was admitted a
Fellow of the College of Physicians. The death of Queen Anne de-
prived him of his place and residence at Court. On 30th September
1723, he was named second Censor of the College of Physicians; and
on the 5th October 1727, became an Elcct of the same Society. Dure
ing the latter part of his life, he was afflicted with an asthma, of which
he died on the 27th February 1734-5. Dr. Johnson observes of Ar-
buthnot, “ that he was a man estimable for his learning, amiable for
his life, and venerable for his piety.” The same writer alto adds, “ thac
he was a man of great comprehenfion, skilful in his profession, versed
in the sciences, acquainted with ancient literature, and able to animate
his mass of knowl-dge by a bright and active imagination : a scholar
with great brilliancy of wit; a wit, who in the crowd of life, retained
and discovered a noble ardour of religious zeal,"



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This frame compacted with transcendent kill,
Of moving joints obedient to my will, .
Nurs'd from the fruitful glebe, like yonder tree,
Waxes and wastes ; I call it mine, not me.”
New matter ftill the mould'ring maft fuftains,
The mansion chang'd, the tenant still remains ;
And from the fleeting stream, repair'd by food,
Distinct, as is the swimmer from the flood.
What am I then ? sure, of a nobler birth,
By parents right, I own as mother, earth ;
But claim fuperior lineage by my sire,
Who warm'd th' unthinking clod with heavenly fire :
Efence divine, with lifeless clay allay'd,
By double nature, double instinct sway'd :
With look erect, I dart my longing eye,
Seem wing'd to part, and gain my native ky ;
I strive to mount, but strive, alas ! in vain,
Ty'd to this masly globe with magic chain.
Now with fwift thought I range from pole to pule,
View worlds around their flaming centers roll :
What steady powers their endless motions guide,
Through the same trackless paths of boundless void!
I trace the blazing comet's fiery trail,
And weigh the whirling planets in a scale:
These godlike thoughts while eager I pursue,
Some glittering trifle offer'd to my view,
A gnat, an inseat, of the meaneft kind,
Erase the new-born image from my mind;


Some beastly want, craving, importunate;
Vile as the grinning mastiff at my gate,
Calls off from heav'nly truth this reas'ning me,
And tells me, I'm a brute as much as he.
If on fublimer wings of love and praise,
My soul above the starry vault I raise,
Lur'd by some vain conceit; or Thameful luft,
I flag, I drop, and flutter in the duft.
The tow'ring lark thus from her lofty strain;
Stoops to an emmet, or a barley grain.
By adverse gufts of jarring inftin&s toft
I rove to one, now to the other coast ;
To bliss unknown my lofty soul aspires,
My lot unequal to my vast desires.
As 'mongst the hinds a child of royal birthi
Finds his high pedigree by conscious worth ;
So man, amongst his fellow brutes exposid,
Sees he's a king, but 'tis a king depos'd.
Pity him, beasts ! you by no law confin'd,
Are barr'd from devious paths by being blind;
Whilft man, through op'ning views of various ways
Confounded, by the aid of knowledge frays ;
Too weak to choose, yet choosing still in haste,
One moment gives the pleasure and distafte ;
Bilk'd by past minutes, while the present cloy,
The flatt'ring future still must give the joy:
Not happy, but amus'd upon the road,
And (like you thoughtless of his last abode,
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