In rapid order roll: Example makes the mischief good : Me let* Ithuriel's friendly wing Snatch from the crowd, and bear fublime Bless the delivering power. To the Reverend Mr. JOHN HOWE. GREAT man, permit the Mufe to climb And feat her at thy feet, Bid her attempt a thought fublime, And confecrate her wit. I feel, I feel th' attractive force Of thy fuperior foul: My chariot flies her upward course, The wheels divinely roll. Now let me chide the mean affairs And mighty toil of men : How they grow grey in trifling cares, Or waste the motions of the fpheres 1704. Upon delights as vain A puff *The name of an angel in Milton's Paradife Loft. A puff of honour fills the mind, That charm the poles But ftrike one doleful found, 'Twould be employ'd to mourn our fouls, Souls that were fram'd of fprightly fires In floods of folly drown'd. Souls made of glory feek a brutal joy; Oft has thy genius rouz'd us hence With elevated fong, Bid us renounce this world of fense, Bid us divide th' immortal prize With the feraphic throng: "Knowledge and love makes fpirits bleft, Knowledge their food, and love their reft;" But flesh, th' unmanageable beast, Refifts the pity of thine eyes, And mufic of thy tongue. Then let the worms of groveling mind In restless windings roam; Howe hath an ample orb of soul, Where fhining worlds of knowledge roll, The DISAPPOINTMENT and RELIEF VIRTUE, permit my fancy to impose Upon my better powers : She cafts fweet fallacies on half our woes, How could we bear this tedious round Of flaming hopes, and chilling fears, Love, the most cordial ftream that flows, Is a deceitful good: Young Doris, who nor guilt nor danger knows, Pleas'd with the golden bubbles as they rose, And with more golden fands her fancy pav'd the flood: And tempted by a faithlefs youth, And rears the nether mud: Darkness Darkness and naufeous dregs arise O'er thy fair current, love, with large fupplies Of pain to teaze the heart, and forrow for the eyes. The golden blifs that charm'd her fight Is dafh'd, and drown'd, and loft: Recover'd from the fad furprize, Grown by the difappointment wife ; The Hero's School of Morality. THERON, amongft his travels, found, And fearching onward as he went Mould, mofs, and fhades, had overgrown He guefs'd, and fpell'd out, SCI-PI-O. 66 Enough, he cry'd ; 'll drudge no more "In turning the dull Stoics o'er; "Let pedants wafte their hours of ease "To fweat all night at Socrates; "And feed their boys, with notes and rules, "Those tedious Recipe's of fchools, "To cure ambition: I can learn "With greater eafe the great concern "Of mortals; how we may despise "All the gay things below the skies. "Methinks a mouldering pyramid "Says all that the old fages faid; "For me thefe fhatter'd tombs contain "More morals, than the Vatican. "The duft of heroes caft abroad, "And kick'd, and trampled in the road, |