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A PASSAGE IN THE MORIAE ENCOMIUM OF ERASMUS IMITATED.

IN awful pomp, and melancholy state,
See settled Reason on the judgment seat;
A round her crowd Distrust, and Doubt, and Fear,
And thoughtful Foresight, and tormenting Care:
Far from the throne, the trembling Pleasures stand,
Chain’d up, or exil'd by her stern command.
Wretched her subjects, gloomy sits the queen;
Till happy Chance reverts the cruel scene:
And apish Folly with her wild resort
Of wit and jest disturbs the solemn court.
See the fantastic minstrelsy advance,
To breathe the song, and animate the dance.
Blest the usurper happy the surprise !
Her mimic postures catch our eager eyes:
Her jingling bells affect our captive ear;
And in the sights we see, and sounds we hear,
Against our judgment she our sense employs;
The laws of troubled Reason she destroys,
And in their place rejoices to indite
Wild schemes of mirth, and plans of loose delight

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TO DR. SHERLOCK1

ON HIS PRACTICAL DISCOURSE CONCERNING DEATH.

For GIVE the Muse, who, in unhallow’d strains,
The Saint one moment from his God detains:
For sure, whate'er you do, where'er you are,
'Tis all but one good work, one constant prayer:
Forgive her; and entreat that God, to whom
Thy favour'd vows with kind acceptance come,
To raise her notes to that sublime degree,
Which suits a song of piety and thee.
Wondrous good man whose labours may repel
The force of sin, may stop the rage of hell:
Thou, like the Baptist, from thy God was sent,
The crying voice, to bid the world repent.
The Youth shall study, and no more engage
Their flattering wishes for uncertain age;
No more with fruitless care, and cheated strife,
Chase fleeting Pleasure through this maze of life.
Finding the wretched all they here can have,
But present food, and but a future grave:
Fach, great as Philip's victor son, shall view
This abject world, and, weeping, ask a new.
Decrepid Age shall read thee, and confess
Thy labours can assuage, where medicines cease;
1 Dr. William Sherlock, master of the Temple; father of
Dr. Thomas Sherlock, late Bishop of London.
WOL. I. 14

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Shall bless thy words, their wounded soul's relief,
The drops that sweeten their last dregs of life;
Shall look to Heaven, and laugh at all beneath;
Own riches gather'd, trouble; fame, a breath;
And life an ill, whose only cure is death.
Thy even thoughts with so much plainness flow,
Their sense untutor'd infancy may know:
Yet to such height is all that plainness wrought,
Wit may admire, and letter'd Pride be taught:
Easy in words, thy style in sense sublime,
On its blest steps each age and sex may rise;
'Tis like the ladder in the Patriarch’s dream,
Its foot on earth, its height above the skies,
Diffus'd its virtue, boundless is its power;
'Tis public health, and universal cure ;
Of heavenly manna ’tis a second feast;
A nation's food, and all to every taste.
To its last height mad Britain's guilt was rear'd:
And various death for various crimes she fear'd.
With your kind work her drooping hopes revive;
You bid her read, repent, adore, and live:
You wrest the bolt from Heaven's avenging hand;
Stop ready death, and save a sinking land.
O! save us still: still bless us with thy stay:
O! want thy Heaven, till we have learnt the way
Refuse to leave thy destin’d charge too soon :
And for the church's good, defer thy own.
O ! live: and let thy works urge our belief;
Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life;
Till future infancy, baptiz'd by thee,

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Grow ripe in years, and old in piety;
Till Christians, yet unborn, be taught to die.
Then in full age, and hoary holiness,
Retire, great teachers to thy promis'd bliss:
Untouch'd thy tomb, uninjur’d be thy dust,
As thy own fame among the future just ;
Till in last sounds the dreadful trumpet speaks;
Till Judgment calls; and quicken'd Nature wakes:
Till through the utmost earth, and deepest sea,
Our scatter'd atoms find their destin’d way,
In haste to clothe their kindred souls again,
Perfect our state, and build immortal man :
Then fearless thou, who well sustain'st the fight,
To paths of Joy, or tracts of endless light,
Lead up all those who heard thee, and believ'd ;
'Midst thy own flock, great shepherd, be receiv'd ;
And glad all Heaven with millions thou hast sav’d.

CARMEN SECULARE, FOR THE YEAR MDCC TO THE KING.

Adspice, venturo laetantur ut omnia sæclo:

0 milli tam longae maneat pars ultima vitae,

Spiritus et, quantum sat erit tua dicere facta!

VIRG. Eclog. 4

THY elder look, great Janus, cast
Into the long records of ages past:
Review the years in fairest action dress'd
With noted white, superior to the rest:

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Eras deriv'd, and chronicles begun,
From empires founded, and from battles won;
Show all the spoils by valiant kings achiev'd ;
And groaning nations by their arms reliev'd ;
The wounds of patriots in their country's cause,
And happy power sustain’d by wholesome laws;
In comely rank call every merit forth ;
Imprint on every act its standard worth;
The glorious parallels then downward bring
To modern wonders, and to Britain's king:
With equal justice and historic care,
Their laws, their toils, their arms with his compare:
Confess the various attributes of fame
Collected and complete in William's name:
To all the listening world relate,
(As thou dost his story read),
That nothing went before so great,
And nothing greater can succeed.

Thy native Latium was thy darling care,
Prudent in peace, and terrible in war:
The boldest virtues that have govern'd earth
From Latium’s fruitful womb derive their birth.
Then turn to her fair written page;
From dawning childhood to establish'd age,
The glories of her empire trace;
Confront the heroes of thy Roman race;
And let the justest palm the victor's temples grace.

The son of Mars reduc’d the trembling swains,

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