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Such bargains are an arrant cheat:
You purchase flattery and deceit.

Those who true love have ever try'd r (The common cares of life supply'd) 130

No wants endure, no wishes make,
But every real joy partake.
All comfort on themselves depends;
They want nor power, nor wealth, nor friends.
Love, then, hath every bliss in store; 135
'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more.
Each other every with they give :
Not to know love, is not to live.

Or love, or money, (Time reply'd) Were men the question to decide,

140 Would bear the prize: on both intent, My boon's neglected or mis-spent. 'Tis I who measure vital space, And deal out years to human race. Though little priz'd, and seldom sought, 145 Without me love and gold are nought.' How does the miser time employ? Did I e'er see him life enjoy? By me forsook, the hoards he won Are scatter'd by his lavish son.

150. By me all useful arts are gain’d: Wealth, learning, wisdom, is attain’d. Who then would think (since such my power) That e'er I knew an idle hour? So subtle and so swift I fly,

155 Love's not more fugitive than I. N 3



Who hath not heard coquettes complain
Of days, months, years, mif-spent in vain?
For time misus'd they pine and waste,
And love's sweet pleasures never taste.
Those who direct their time aright,
If love or wealth their hopes excite,
In each pursuit fit hours employ'd,
And both by time have been enjoy’d.
How heedless then are mortals grown!
How little is their interest known!
In every view they ought to mind me,
For, when once loft, they never find me."

He spoke. The gods no more contest,
And his superior gift confeft,
That Time (when truly understood)
Is the most precious earthly good.



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To a Mother.

ONVERSING with your sprightly boys,

Your eyes have spoke the Mother's joys.
With what delight I've heard you quote
Their sayings in imperfect note!
I grant, in body and in mind

5 Nature appears profusely kind.




Trust not to that. Act you your part;
Imprint just morals on their heart;
Impartially their talents scan:
Just education forms the man.

Perhaps (their genius yet unknown)
Each lot of life's already thrown;
That this shall plead, the next shall fight,
The last assert the church's right.
I censure not the fond intent;

But how precarious is th' event!
By talents misapply'd and croft,
Consider, all


fons are lost. One day (the tale's by Martial penn'd) A father thus address'd his friend : “ To train my boy, and call forth sense, You know I've stuck at no expence; I've try'd him in the several arts ; (The lad, no doubt, hath latent parts) Yet, trying all, he nothing knows,

25 But, crab-like, rather backward goes. Teach me what yet remains undone; "Tis

your advice shall fix my son.” • Sir, says the friend, I've weigh'd the matter; Excuse me, for I scorn to flatter:

30 Make him (nor think his genius checkt) A herald or an architect.”

Perhaps (as commonly 'tis known) He heard th' advice, and took his own.

The boy wants wit; he's sent to school, 35 Where learning but improves the fool. N 4



The college next must give him parts,
And cram him with the liberal arts.
Whether he blunders at the bar,
Or owes his infamy to war;
Or if by licence or degree
The sexton share the doctor's fee;
Or from the pulpit by the hour
He weekly floods of nonsense pour ;
We find (th' intent of Nature foil'd)) 45
A taylor or a butcher spoil'd.

Thus ministers have royal boons
Conferr'd on blockheads and buffoons:
In spite of nature, merit, wit,
Their friends for every post were fit.

But now let every Muse confess
That merit finds its due fuccefs.
Th’ examples of our days regard;
Where's virtue seen without reward?
Distinguish'd and in place you find

55 Defert and worth of every kind. . Survey the reverend bench, and see Re.igion, learning, piety: The patron, ere he recommends, Sees his own image in his friend's.

60 Is honeity disgrac’d and poor ? What is 't to us what was before?

We all of times corrupt have heard, When paltry minions were preferr’d; When all great offices, by dozens,

65 Were fill'd by brothers, fons, and cousins.





What matter ignorance and pride ?
The man was happily ally'd.
Provided that his clerk was good,
What though he nothing understood ?
In church and state the sorry race
Grew more conspicuous fools in place.
Such heads, as then a treaty made,
Had bungled in the cobbler's trade.

Consider, Patrons, that such elves
Expose your folly with themselves.
'Tis yours, as 'tis the parent's care,
To fix each genius in its sphere.
Your partial hand can wealth dispense,
But never give a blockhead sense.

An Owl of magisterial air,
Of folemn voice, of brow austere,
Assum’d the pride of human race,
And bore his wisdom in his face;
Not to depreciate learned eyes,
I've seen a pedant look as wise.

Within a barn, from noise retir’d,
He scorn’d the world, himself admir'd;
And, like an ancient sage, conceal'd
The follies public life reveal’d.

Philosophers of old, he read,
Their country's youth to science bred,
Their manners form’d for every station,
And destin'd each his occupation.
When Xenophon, by numbers bray'd,
Retreated, and a people fav’d,





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