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In deep oblivion ; or on Faucy's wings Nor grudge the lean projector, of dry brain
Visit the paradise of happy creams,

And sprinzly nerves, the blandishnients of
And waken cheerful as the lively murn; Nor envy while the buried Bacchanal (down;
Oppress not nature sinking (lown to rest Exhales luis surfeit in prolixer dreams.
llith feasts too late, 100 solid, or too full; Ile without riot, in the balmy feast
But be the first concoction hall maturel Of life, the wants of nature his supplied,
Ere you to mighty indolence resign

Whori-es cool, serene, and full of soul. Your passive faculties. He from the toils But pliant nature more or less demands And irouble of the dav to hewier foil (rocks Is custom forns her: and all sudden change Retires, whom trembling from the tow i that she hates of habit, e n from bad 10 good. Amid the clouds, or Calpe's biderus height, If faults in life, or new emergencies The busy demons burl, or in the main From habits arge you by long time confirm’d, O'erwhelm, or bury struggling under ground. Slow may the change arrive, and stage by stage ; Not all a monarch's luxury the woes

Slow as the shadow o'er the dial moves, Can counterpoise of that most wretched man, Slow as the stealing progress of the year. Whose nighis are shaken with the frantic fits Observe the circling year. How unperreiv'd Of wild Orestes; whose delirious brain, Her seasons change! Behold, by slow degrees, Stungbythe Furies, works will poison’d thought; Stern Winter tam'd into a ruder spring; While pale and monstrous panuing shocks the The ripen'd Spring a milder Summer glows ; And mangled conscionsness bemoansitself (soul, Departing Sunmer sheds Poniona's store; For crer forn, and chaos floating round. And aged Autumn brews the winter storm. What dreams presage, what dangers these or Slow as they come, these changes come not void Partend to sanity, the prudent seers [those. Of mortal shocks : the cold and torrid reigns, Reveald of old, and men of deathless fame, The two great periods of th' important year, We would not to the superstitious mind Are in their tirst approaches seldom safe : Suggest new throbs, new vanity of fear: Funereal Autumn all the sichly dread, "Tis ours to teach you from the peaceful night, And the black fates deform the lovely Spring. To banish omens and all restless woes.

He well advis'd, who taught our wiser sires In study some protract the silent hours, Early to borrow Muscovy's warm spoils, Which others consecrate to mirth and wine: Ere the first frost has touch'd the tender blade; And sleep till noon, and hardly live till night. And late resign them, tho' the wanton Spring But surely this redeems not from the shades Should deck her charios with all her sister's rays One hour of life. Nor does it nought avail For while the effluence of the skin maintains M'hat season you to drousy Morpheus give Its native ineasure, the pleuritie Spring Of th' ever-varying circle of the day: Glides harınless by; and Anumn, sick to death Or whether, thiro' the terlious winter glooni, Wir sallow quarians, no contagion breathes. You tempt the midnight or the morning damps. I iu prophetic numbers could unfold The body, fresh and vigorous from repose, The oniens of die vear: what seasons teem Dehes the early fogs ; but, by the tools With what diseases; what the humid Sonth Of wakeful day exhausted and unstrung, Prepares, and what the Demon of the East : Weakly resists the night's unu holesome breath: But you perhaps refuse the tedious song. The grand discharge, th' effusion of the skin, Besides, i hatever plagues, in beat, or cold, Slowly impair'd, the languid nedladie's Or drvuglit, or moisture dwell, they hurt not Creep on, and thro'the sick’ning functions steal. Skilled to correct the vices of the sky, (you, So, when the chilling East invades the spring, And timight already how to each extreme The delicate Narcissus pines away

To bend your life. But should thie public bane la hectic languor, and á slow disease

Intret rou; or some trespass of your own, Taints all the family of How'rs, condemn'dl. Or tas of nature, bint mortality : To cruel heavens. But wliv, alrcarly prone Soon as a not unpleasing horror glides To fade, should beauty cherish its own bane? Along the spine, through all your torpid limbe; Oh shame! oh pity! nipt with pale Quadrille When first ihe head throbs, or the stomach feels And mir night cares, the bloomol Albion dies! A sickly load, a weary pain the loins,

By toil subdued, the warrior and the bind Be Celsus callid: the fates come rushing on; Sleep fast and deep: their active functions soon The rapid fates admit of no delay. With generous streains the subtle tubes supply. While wilful you, and fatally srrure, And soon the tonic irritable nerves

Expect to-morrow's more avispicious sun, Feel the fresh impulse, and awake the soul. The growing pest, whose infancy wits weak The sons of Indolence with long repose And easy vanquisti'd, with triumphant sway Grow torpid ; and, with slowest Lethe drunk, O'erpow'rs your life. For want of timely care, Feebly and ling'ringly return to life,

Millions have died of merlicable wounds. Blunt ev'ry sense, and pow'rless ev'ry limb. Ah! in what perils is vain life engag'd! Ye prone to sleep (whoin sleeping most annoys, What slight neglerns, what trivial faults, destroy On the hard mattrass or elastic couch [sloih; The hardiest frame! Of indolence, of toil, Extend your limbs, and wean yourself from We die; of mani, of superfluity :

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The all-surrounding heaven, the vital air, Of those who liv'd some felt a seconil blox ; Is big with death. And, tho' the putrid South Ayd whom the second spar'd a third destroy d. Be shut; tho' no convulsive agony

Frantic with fear, they sought by fight to shua
Shake, from the deep foundation of the world, The fierce contagion. O'er the moumful land
Th’imprison'd plagues, a secret venom oft Th' infected city pour'd her hurrying swarms:
Corrupts the air, the water, and the land, Rous'd by the flames that fir'd her seats around,
What livid deaths has sad Byzantiuni seen! Th' infected country rush d into the town.
How oft has Cairo, with a mother's woe, Some, sad at home, and in the desert some,
Wepto'er her slaughter'd sons and lonely streets! Abjur'd the fatal commerce of mankind
Even Albion, girt with less malignant skies, In vain : where'er they fled the fates pursued,
Albion the poison of the gods has drank, Others, with hopes more specious, crossid the
And felt the sting of monsters all her own. To seek protection in far distant skies; (main,

Ere yet the fell Plantagenets had spent But none they found. It seem'd the general air,
Their antient rage at Bosworth's purple field; From pole to pole, from Atlas to the East,
While, for which tyrant England should receive, Was then at eninity with English blood.
Her legions in incestuous murders mix'd, For, but the race of England, all were safe
And daily horrors ; till the fates were drunk In foreign climes; nor did the fury taste (tain d.
With kindred blood by kindred hands profus'd: The foreign blood which England then con.
Another plague of more gigantic arm

Where should they fy? The circumambient Arose ; a monster never known before

heaven Reard from Cocytus its portentous head. Involv'd them still ; and ev'ry breeze was bane. This rapid fury not, like other pests,

Where find relief? The salutary art Pursued a gradual course, but in a day Was mute; and, startled at the new disease, Rush'd as a storm o'er half the astonish'd isle, In fearful whispers hopeless omens gave. And strew'd with sudden carcases the land. To heaven with suppliant rites they sent their First thro' the shoulders, or whatever part

pray'rs;

[prid; Was seis'd the first, a fervid vapor sprung:

Heaven' heard them not. Of ev'ry hope deWith rash combustion thence the quiv'ring Fatiguell with vain resources; and subdued Shot tu the heart, and kindled all within : [spark With woes resistless and enfeebling fear; And soon the surface caught the spreading fires. Passive they sunk beneath the weighty blow. Thro' all the yielding pores the melted blood Nothing bút lamentable sounds were heard, Gush’doutin smokysweats; but nought assuag’d Nor aught was seen but ghastly views of death. The torrid heat within, nor aught reliev'il Infectious horror ran from face to face, The stomach's anguish. With incessant toil, And pale despair. "Twas all the business then Desperate of case, impatient of their pain, To tend the sick, and in their turns to die. They toss'd from side io side. In vain the stream In heaps they fell : and oft one bed, they say, Ran full and clear, they burnt and thirsted still; The sick’ning, dying, and the dead containd! The restless arteries wiih rapid blood

Ye guardian gods, on whom the fates depend Beat strong and frequent. Thick and pantingly of tort'ring Albion! ye eternal fires [pow's The breath was fetchd, and with huge lab'rings That lead thro' heaven the wand'ring year! je At last a heavy pain oppress'd the head, Cheav'd: That o'er the encircling elements preside! A wild deliriuin came; their weeping friends May nothing worse than what this age has seen Were strangers now, and this no home of theirs. Arrive! Enough abroad, enough at home, Harass'd with toil on toil, the sinking pow'rs Has Albion bled. Here a distemper'd hearea Lay prostrate and q'erthrown ; a pond'rous sleep Has thinn'd her cities; from those lofty cliffs Wrapp'd all the senses up: they slept and died. That awe proud Gaul, to Thule's vint'ry reign:

In soine, a gentle horror crept at first While in the west, beyond tho Atlantic foam,
O'er all the limbs; the sľuices of the skin Her bravest sons, keen for the fight, have died
Withheld their moisture, till vy art provok'd The death of cowards and of common men:
The sweats o'erflow'd, but in a clammy tide: Sunk void of wounds, and fall'n without renown.
Now free and copious, now restraind and slow; But from these views the weeping Muses tust,
Of various tinctures, as the temp’rature And other themes invite my wand'ring song.
Had mix'd the blood, ' with rank and fetid
As is the pent-up humors by delay [steams :

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Were grown more fell, more putrid, and inalign. The choice of aliment, the choice of air,
Here lay their hopes (tho litle hope remaind), The use of toil, and all external things,
With full effusion of perpetual sweets Already sung ; it now remains to trace

To drive the venom out. And here the fates What good, what evil, from ourselves proceeds,
Were kind, that long they linger'd not in pain; And how the subtle principle within
For who surviv'd the sun's diurnal race, Inspires with health, or mines with strange de-
Rose from the dreary gates of hell redeem'd : The passive body. Ye poetic shades, [cay
Some thesixth hour oppress’d, and some the third. That know the secrets of the world unseen,

Of many thousands few untainted scap'); Assist my song! for, in a doubtful theme
Of those infected fewer 'scap'd alive;

Engag'd, I wander thro? mysterious ways.

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There is, they say (and I believe there is), And wield the thunder of Demosthenes. A spark within ns of th' immorial fire, The chest so exercis'd improves its strength; That animates and moulds the grosser frame; And quick vibrations thro' the bowels drive And when the body sinks, escapes to heaven, The restless blood, which in unactive days Its native seat, and mixes with the Gods. Would loiter else thro' unelastic tules. Meanwhile this heavenly particle pervades Deem it not trifling while I recommend The mortal elements; in ev'ry nerve

What posture suits : to stand and sit by turns, It thrills with pleasure, or grows inad with pain: As nature prompts, is best. But o'er your leaves And, in its secret conclave, as it feels

To lean for ever, crainps the vital parts, The body's woes and joys, this ruling pow'r And robs the fine machinery of its play. Wields at its will the dull material world, 'Tis the great arı of life to manage well And is the body's health or malady,

The restless inind. For ever on pursuit By its own toil the gross corporeal frame Of knowledge bent, it starves the grosser pow'rs: Fatigues, extenuates, or destroys itself Quite unemploy'd, against its own repose Nor less the labors of the mind corrode It turns its fatal edge, and sharper pangs The solid fabric ; for by subtle parts,

Than what the body knows embilier life, And viewless atoms, secret Nature moves

Chiefly where Solitude, sad nurse of Care, The mighty wheels of this stupendous world. To sickly musing gives the pensive mind, By subtle Huids pour'd thro' subtle tubes, There Madness enters; and the dim-eyed Fiend, The nat’ral, vital functions are perform'd. Suur Melancholy, night and day provokes By these the stubborn aliments are tau'd;

Her own eterual wound. The sun grows pale; The toiling heart distributes life and strength; A mournful visionary light o'erspreads These thesiill-crumbling franie rebuild, and these The cheerful face of nature; earth becomes , Are lost in thinking, and dissolve in air. A dreary desert, and heaven frowns above, But 'tis not Thought (for still the soul's Then various slapes of curs'd illusion rise : einploy'd),

Whate'er the wretched fears, creating Fear "Tis painful thinking that corrodes our clay. Forms out of nothing; and with monsters teem All day the vacant eye without fatigue Unknown in hell. The prostrate soul beneath Strays o'er the heaven and earth; but long intent A load of huge imagination heares; On microscopic arts its vigor fails.

And all the horrors that the inurd'rer feels Just so the mind, with various thought amus'd, With anxious flutt'rings wake the guiltless breast. Nor aches itself, nor gives the body pain. Such phantoms Pride in solitary scenes, But anxious Study, Discontent, and Care, Or Fear, on delicate Self-love creates. Love without Hope, and Hate without revenge, From other cares absolv'd, the busy, mind And Fear, and Jealousy, fatigue the soul,

Finds in yourself a theme to pore upon; Engross the subtle ministers of life,

It finds you iniserable, or makes you so. And spoil the lab'ring functions of iheir share. For while yourself you anxiously explore, Hence the lean gloom that Melancholy wears, Timorous Self-love, with sick’ning Fancy's aid, The lover's paleness, and the sallow hue Presents the danger that you dread the most, Of Envy, Jealousy, the meagre stare

And ever gulls you in your tender part,
Of sore Revenge: the canker'd body hence Hence some for love, and some for jealousy,
Betrays each freitul motion of the mind. [day For grim religion soine, and some for pride,

The strong-built peasant, who both night and Have lost their reason ; some for fear of want,
Feeds on the coarsest fare the schools bestow, Want all their lives; and other's ev'ry day
And crudely fattens at gross Burman's stall; For fear of dying, suffer worse than death
O'erwhelnı'd with phlegm lies in a dropsy Ah! from your bosoms banish, if you can,
Or sinks in lethargy before his time. [drown'd, Those fatal guests; and first the demon Peur,
With youthful studies you, and arts that please, Thai trembles at impossible events,
Employ your mind; amuse, but not fatigue, Lest aged Atlas should resign his load,
Peace to each drowsy metaphysic sage! And heaven's eternal battlements rush down. .
And ever may all heavy systems rest!

Is there an esil worse than Fear itself?
Yet some there are, er’n of elastic parts, And what avails it that indulgent Heaven
Whom strong and obstinate anıbition leads From morial eyes has wrape the woes to come,
Thro' all the rugged roads of barren lore, If we, ingenious 10 torment ourselves,
And gives to relish what their gen'rous taste Grow pale at hidcous fictions of our own?
Would else refuse. But may nor thirst of fame, Enjoy the present; nor with needless çares
Nos love of knowledge, urge you to fatigue Oi whoın may spring froin blind u isfortune's
With constant drudgery the lib'ral sou!

womb, Toy with your books : and, as the various fits Appal the surest hour that life bestows, Of humor seise you, from Philosophy

Serene, and master of yourself, prepare To fable shift, from serious Antoning

For what may come, and Icave the rest to Heaven. To Rabelais' ravings, and from prose to song: Oft from the body, by long ails inistun'd,

While reading pleases, but no longer, read; These evils spring, the most important health, And read aloud resounding Homer's strain, That of the inind, destroy; and when the mind

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The They first invade, the conscious body soon Your soul, to plunge you deeper in despair. In sympathetic languisinment declines. Perhaps you rue ev'n that divinest gift, These chronic passions, while from real woes The gay, serene, good-natur'd Burgundy, They rise, and yet without the body's fault Or the fresh fragrant vintage of the Rhine : Intest the soul, admit one only cure;

And wish that Heaven from mortals had withheld Diversion, hurry, and a restless life:

The grape, and all intoxicating bowls. Vain are the consolations of the wise; [pain. Besides, it wounds you sore to recollect In vain your friends would reason down yon What follies in your loose unguarded hour Oye, whose souls relentless love has tam'd E-capd. For one irrevocable word, To soft distress, or friends untimely slain! Perhaps that meant no harm, you lose a friend ; Court not the luxury of tender thought!. Or in the rage of wine your hasty hand Nor deem it impious to forget those pains Performs a deed to haunt you to your grave. That hurt the living, nought avail the dead. Add, that your means, your health, your parts Go, soft enthusiast! quit the cypress groves,

decay : Nor to the rivulet's lonely moanings tune, Your friends avoid you; brutishly transformid, Your sad complaint. Go, seek thecheerful haunts They hardly know you; or, if one remains Of men, and mingle with the bustling crowd; To wish you well, he wishes you in heaven. Lay schemes for wealth, or pow'r, or fame, the Despis'd, uwept, you fall: who might have left wish

A sacred, cherish'd, sadly-pleasing name; Of noble minds, and push them night and day, A name siill to be utter'd with a sight. Or join the caravan in quest of scenes

Your last ungraceful scene has quite effac'd New to your eyes, and shifting ev'ry hour, All sense and ineni’ry of your former worth. Beyond the Alps, beyond the Apennines. Ilow to live happiest; how avoid the pains, Or, more adveni'rous, rush into the field The disappointments, and disgusts of those Where war grows hot; and, ragyug thru' the sky, Who would in pleasure all their hours employ ; The lofty trumpet swells the madd’ning, sow; The precepts here of a divine old man And in the hardly camp and toilsome march I could recite. Tho'old, he still retain'd Forget all softer and less manly cares.

llis manly sense and energy of mind. But most too passive, when the blood runs low, Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe ; Too weakly indolent to strive with pain, He still remember'd that he once was young; And bravely by resisting conquer Fate, His casy presence check'd no decent joy. Try Circe's arts, and in the tempting bowl Him ev'in the dissolute admir'd: for he Otpoison'd nectar sweet oblivion drink. A graceful looseness, when he pleas'd, put on; Struck by the pow'rfulcharm; the gloom dissolves And larighing could instruct. Much had he read, In empty air ; Elysium opens round.

Much more had seen; he studied from the life, A pleasing phrensy buoys the lighten'd soul, And in th’original perus'd mankind. And sanguine hopes dispel your feeting care; Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, And what was diflicult and what was dire, He pitied Man: and much he pitied those Yields to your prowess and superior stars: Whoin falsely-smiling Fate has curs'd with means The happiest you of all that eer were inad, To dissipate their days in quest of jo. Or are, or shall be, could this folly last. Our aim is happiness : 'tis yours, 'uis mine, But soon your heaven is gone; a heavier gloom He said; 'tis the pursuit of all that live : Shuts o'er your head : and, as the thund'ring (Yet few attain it, it't was e'er attain d. streanı,

Bint they the widest wander from the mark, Swoln o'er its banks with suddlen mountain rain, Who thro' the flow'ry paths of saunt'rinz jov Sinks from its tummll to a silent brook ; Seek Uris coy goddess; that from stage to stane So, when the frantic raptures in your breast Invites us süll, but shifts as we pursue. Subside, you languish into mortal man : For, not to name the pains that pleasure bring: You sleep, and waking find yourself undone. To counterpoise itsell, relentless Fate For, prodigal of life, in one rash night Forbids that we thro' gay voluptuous wilds You lavish'd more than might support three days. Should ever roam; and were the fates more kind, A heavy morning comes ; your cares return Our narrow luxuries would soon be siale. With tenfold rage. An anxious stomach well Were these exhaustless, Nature would grow sick; May be endur'd; so may the throbbing heart: And cloy'd with pleasure, squeamishly complain But such a dim deliriuni, such a dream, That all was vanity, and like a dreani. Involves you ; such a dastardly despair Let nature rest : be busy for yourself, Unians your soul, and madd'ning Pentheus felt And for your friend; be busy er'n in vain, When, baited round Cithæron's cruel sides, Rather than tease her sated appetites. He saw two suns, and double Thebes, ascend. Who never fasts, no banquets e'er enjoys ; You curse the slugsisir Port; you curse the wretch, Who never toils or watches, never sleeps. The felon, with innat'rał mixture first Let nature rest : and when the take of jog Who dar'd to violate the virgin wine.

Grows keen, indulge ; but shu saticis. Or on the fugitive Champaign tou pour

'Tis not for mortals always to be hlest. - A thousand curses ; for to heaven it rapt But liim the least the dull or painful hours

Of life oppress, whom sober Sense conlucts, Or to excess, and dissipate the soul : (clown,
Au Virtue, thro' this labyrinth we tread. Or while they please, torment. The stubborn
Virtue and Sense I mean not to di-join; The ill-tamed ruflian, and pale usurer.
Virtue and Sense are one: and, trust me, still (If lovc's omnipotence such hearts could mould)
A faithless heart beitavs the head unsound. May safely mellow into love; and grow
Virtue (for mere good-nature is a fool) Retin'd, huniane, and gen'rous, if they can,
Sense and Spirit, with Humanity:

Love in such bosoms never to a fault
"T'is sonictimes angry, and its frowii consounds; Or pains or pleases. But, ye finer souls,
"Tis ev'n vindictive, beit in vengeance just, Form'd to soft luxury, and prompt to thrill
Knaves fain would laugh at it: some great ones with all the tumults, all the joys and pains,
But at his heart the most undanted son [clare; That beauty gives; with caution and reserve
Of fortune dreads its name and awful cbarais. Indulge the sweet destroyer of repose,
To noblest uses this deiermines wealth ; Norcourt1oo much the Queen of charming cares.
This is the solid pomp of prosp'rous days, For, while the cherish'd poison in your breast
The peace and shelter of advcrsity.

Ferments and maddens; sick with jealousy, And, if you pant for glory, build for fame Absence, distrust, or even with anxious joy, On this foundation, which the secret shock The wholesonie appetites and pow'rs of life Deties of Envy and all-sapping Time. Dissolve in languor. The coy stomach loaths The gaudy gloss of Fortune only strikes The genial board; your cheerful days are gone; The vulgir eye; the suff'rage of the wise, The gen'rous bloom that flush'd your cheeks is The praise that's wortlı ambition, is attain'd To sighs devoted, and to tender pains, [Aed. By sense alone, and dignity of mind.

Pensive you sit, or solitary stray, Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, And waste your youth in musing. Musing first Is the best gift of Heaven; a happiness Toy'd into care your unsuspecting heart : That ev'n above the smiles and frowns of fate It found a liking there, a sportful fire, Exalts great Nature's favorites ; a wealth And that foinented into serious love; That ne'er encumbers, por to baser hands Which musing daily strengthens and improves Can be transferr’dl : it is the only good Thro' all the heights of fondness and romance : Man justly boasts of, or can call his own. And you 're undone, the fatal shaft has sped, Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd; If once you doubt whether you love or no: Or dealt by chance, to shield a lucky knave, The body wastes away; th’infected mind, Or throw a cruel sun-shine on a fool.

Dissolv'd in female lenderness, forgets But for one end, one much-neglected use, Each manly virtue, and grows dead to fame. Are riches worth your care, for Nature's wants Sweet Heaven! froin such intoxicating charms Are few, and without opulence supplied): Defend all worthy breasts ! Not that I deem This noble end is, to produce the soul ; Love always dangerous, alway's to be shunn'd. To show the virtues in the fairest light; Love well repaid, and not too weakly suuk To make humanity the minister

In wanton and unmanly tenderness, Of bounteous Providence: and teach the breast Adds blovm to health; o'er ev'ry virtue sheds That gen'rous luxury the gods enjoy.

A gay, humane, and amiable grace, This, in his graver vein, the friendly sage And brightens all the ornaments of man. Sometimes dectaim'd. Of right and wroiig he But fruüless, hopeless, disappointed, rack'd taught

With jealousy, fatigu'd with hope and fear, Truths as refin'd as ever Athens heard; Too serious, or too languishingly fond, And (strange to tell!) he practis'd what he Unnerves the body, aud unmans the soul, preach'd.

And some have died for love, and some run mad; Skilled in the passions, how to check their sway And some with desp'rate hand themselves have He knew, as far as reason can control

Some to extinguish, others to prevent, (slain. The lawless pow'rs. But other cares arc mine. A mad devotion to one dang'rous Fair, Form'd in the school of Paan, I relate Court all they meet ; in hopes to dissipate What passions hurt the body, what improve : The cares of love amongst an hundred brides. Aroid ihem, or invite them, as you may.

Th'event is doubtful : for there are who find know then, whatever cheerful and serene A cure in this; there are who find it not. Supports the mind, supports the body too. 'Tis no relief, alas ! it rather galls Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel The wound, to those who are sincerelġ sick. Is Hope, the balm and life-blood of the soul : For while from fev'rish and tumultuous joys It pleases, and it lasts. Indulgent Heaven The nerves grow languid, and the soil subsides, Sent down the kind delusion, thro' the paths The tender fancy smarts with ev'ry sting, Of rugged life to lead us patient on,

And what was love before is madriess now. And make our happiest state no tedious thing. Is health your care, or luxury your ain ? Our greatest good, and what we least can spare, Be temp'rate still : when Nature bids, obey ; Is Hope ; the last of all our evils, Fear. Her wild in patient sallies bear no curb :

But there are passions grateful to the breast, But when the prurient habit of delight, And yet no friends to life: perhaps they please Or loose imagination, spurs you on

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