(For where's the prelate, who can preach like me,
With equal reasoning, and persuasive plea,)
Who know that I am always on my wings,
And never stay in compliment to kings;
Who therefore watch me with an eagle's fight,
Arreft my pinions, or attend my flight;

Or if perchance they loiter'd in the race,

Chide their flow footsteps, and improve their pace; Yes, these are wisdom's fons, and when they die, Their virtues fhall exalt them to the sky.

An ENIGMA, infcribed to Mifs P.

LOE, I boast celestial date,

CL

Ere time began to roll;

So wide my power, my fceptre spurns

The limits of the pole.

When from the mystic womb of night,
The Almighty call'd the earth;

I fmil'd upon the infant world,

And grac'd the wondrous birth.

Thro'

Thro' the vast realms of boundless space,

I traverse uncontroll'd;

And ftarry orbs of proudest blaze
Inscribe my name in gold.

There's not a monarch in the north

But bends the fuppliant knee;
The haughty fultan waves his power,
And owns fuperior me.

Both by the favage and the faint
My empire ftands confeft;

I thaw the ice on Greenland's coaft,
And fire the Scythian's breast.

To me the gay aërial tribes

Their glittering plumage owe;

With all the variegated pride
That decks the feather'd beau,

The

The meaneft reptiles of the land

My bounty too partake;

I paint the infect's trembling wing,
And gild the crested snake.

Survey the nations of the deep,

You'll there my power behold; My pencil drew the pearly scale, And fin bedropt with gold.

I give the virgin's lip to glow,

I claim the crimson dye;

Mine is the rose which spreads the cheek,

And mine the brilliant eye.

Then speak, my fair; for surely thou

My name canft best descry;

Who gave to thee with lavish hands

What thousands I deny.

The

The FIRESIDE.

EAR Cloe; while the bufy croud,

DE

The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's maze advance ;

Tho' fingularity and pride

Be call'd our choice, we'll ftep afide,

Nor join the giddy dance.

From the gay world we'll oft retire
To our own family and fire,

Where love our hours employs ;
No noify neighbour enters here,
No intermeddling stranger near,
To fpoil our heartfelt joys.

If folid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,

And they are fools who roam;

The world hath nothing to bestow,

From our own felves our blifs must flow,

And that dear hut our home.

VOL. L

F

Of

Of reft was Noah's dove bereft,

When with impatient wing the left
That fafe retreat, the ark;

Giving her vain excurfions o'er,
The difappointed bird once more
Explor'd the facred bark.

Tho' fools fpurn Hymen's gentle powers, We, who improve his golden hours,

By sweet experience know,

That marriage, rightly understood,

Gives to the tender and the good,

A paradife below.

Our babes fhall richest comforts bring;
If tutor❜d right they'll prove a spring,

Whence pleasures ever rife:

We'll form their minds with ftudious care,

To all that's manly, good, and fair,

And train them for the fkies.