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** Yet in thy turn, thou frowning preacher, hear: 6 Are not chefe general maxims too Tevere ? - Say .. cannot pow'r secure its owner bliss? :) 6 And is not wealth che potent fire of peace? 6 Are victors bleft with fame, or kings with eafe.?)

I tell thee life is but one common care ", And man was born to suffer and to fear. .."

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None; mortal, none : yet in a bolder strain ." Let me this melancholy truth maintain: 3:9 But hence, ye wordly, and prophane, retire a For I adapt my voice, and raise my lyre. . To notions, not by vulgar ear receiv'd: Ye ftill must covet life, and be deceiv'd , Your very fear of death should make ye tre To catch the shade of immortality; . . . Wishing on earth to linger, and to fave!. Part of its prey from the devouring grave; To those who may survive ye, to bequeath Something entire, in spite of time and death ; A fancy'd kind of being to retrieve; -'' ; . And in a book, or from a building live.

" False hope ! vain labour ! let some ages fly : The dome shall moulder, and the volume die: Wretches, still taught, still will ye think it ftrange, That all che parts of this grear fabric change ; Quit their old ftation, and primaeval frame;. - ' And lose their luape, their effence, and theit name? Reduce the song : our hopes, our joys are vain: Our lot is forrow; and our portion pain.

What pause from woc, what hopes of comfort bring The name of wise or greaty of judge or king ? What is a king, a man-condemn'd to bear The public burden of the nation's care; Now crown'd. fome angry faction to appease; Now falls a vidim to the people's ease : From the first blooming of his ill-taught youth, Nourish'd in fatt'ry, and estrang'd from truth : At home furcounded by a servile croud, : Prompt to abuse, and in detraction loud : Abroad begirt with men, and swords, and spears ; His very state acknowledging his fears : Marching amidst a thousand-gvards, he shows." His secret terror of a.thousand foes :: In war however prudent; great, or brave, To blind events, and fickle chance a slave ::: Seeking to settle what for ever fiies ; Sure of the toil, uncertain of the prize.

But he returns with conquest on his brow ; Brings up the triumph, and absolves the vow : The caprive gen'rals to his car are ty’d: The joyful citizens tumultuous tide . Echoing his glory, gratify his pride. What is this triumph ? madness, shouts and noises One great collection of the people's voice. The wretches he brings back; in chains relate, What may to-morrow be the victor's fate. The spoils and trophies barn before him, show National loss, and epidemic woe, Various diftocleg, which he and his may know.

What is this lation of the in chains

Does he not mourn the valiant thousands läin;
The heroes, once the glory of the plain,
Left in the conflict of the fatal day,
Or the wolf's portion, or the vulture's prey ?
Does he not weep the lawrel, which he wears,
Wet with the soldier's blood, and widow's tears

See, where he comes, the darling of the war!
See millions crouding round the gilded car:
In the vast joys of this exstatic hour, ...!
And full fruition of successful pow'r, ..
One moment and one thought might let bim scani
The various turns of life, and fickle state of man.

Are the dire images of fad distrutt, And popular change, obscur'd amid the dust, That rises from the victor's rapid wheel? Can the loud clarion, or shrill fife repel.. . The inward cries of care ? can nature's voice Plaintive be drown'd, or lessen'd in the noise ; Though shouts as thunder loud afflict the air, Stun the birds now releas'd, and shake the iv'ry chair?

Yon? croud (he might reflect) yon? joyful crowd, : Pleas'd with my honours, in my praises loud (Should fleeting victory to the vanquish'd go....i Should she depress my arms, and raise the foe) La Would for that foe with equal ardour wait . At the high palace, or the crouded gate; to With restless rage would pull, my.statuos downs. And call the brass a-new. to his renown.

O impotent desire of worldly sway! . . That I, who, make the triumph of to-day:.: May. of tomorrow's pomp one part, appears. ,' Ghaftly with wounds, and lifeless on the bier .. 1

Then (vileness of mankind !) then of all these,
Whom my dilated eye with labour fees,
Would one, alas! repeat me good, or greaty
Wash my pale body, or bewaił my fate?
Or, march'd I chain'd behind the hottile care
The victor's pastime, and the sport of war;
Would one, would one his pitying forrow lendo
Or be so poor, to own he was my friend ?
Avails it then, Reason, to be wife ?
To see this cruel scene with quicker eyes ?-
To know with more diftinction to complaing.
And have superior sense in feeling pain ?

Let us revolve that roll with strictest eye,
Where safe from time diftinguish'd actions lie;,
And judge is greatness be exempt from pain,
Or pleasure ever may with pow'r remain.

Adam, great type, for whom the world was madey The fairest bleffing to his arms convey'd, À charming wife, and air, and fea, and lands. And all that more therein to his command Render'd obedient : say, my penfive mufe, What did these golden promises produce ? Scarce tasting life, he was of joy bereav'd : One day, I think, in Paradise he liv'd : Defin'd the next his jonrney to pursue, Where wounding thorns, and cursed thifles grew. L'er yet he earns his bread, adown his brow, Inclin'd to carth, his lab'ring sweat must flow : His limbs muft ake, with daily coils opprest; E'er long-wish'd night brings nécessary rest? Still viewing with regret his darling Éve," He for hec follies, and his own must grieve.

Bewailing Atill a-fresh their hapless choice ;
His ear oft frighted with the imag'd voice .
Of Heav'n, when frít it thunder'd; oft his view
Aghast, as when the infant lightning flew.;
And the stern Cherubs stop'd the fatal road,
Arm'd with the flames of an avenging God..
His younger son on the polluted ground,
First fruit of death, lies plaintiff of a wound
Giv'n by a brother's hand : his eldest birth
Flies, mark'd by Heav’n, a fugitive o'er earch,
Yet why these sorrows heap'd upon the fire,
Becomes not man, nor angels to enquire.
Each age Ginn'd on; and guilt advanc'd with time:
'The son fill added to the father's crime.;
"Till God arose, and great in anger said :
Lo! it repenteth me, that man was made.
Withdraw the light, thou fun! be dark, ye kies!
And from your deep abyss, ye waters, rise !

The frighted angels heard the Almighty Lord;
And o'er the earth from wrathful viols pour'd
Tempest and storm, obedient to his word.
Mean time, his providence to Noah gave
The guard of all, that he design’d to fave. !
Exempt from gen'ral doom the patriarch stood.
Contemn’d the waves, and triumph'd s'er the flood.
The winds fall silent.; and the waves decrease :
The dove brings :quiet, and the olive peace; .
Yet still his heart does inward sorrow feel,
Which faith alone forbids him to reveal.
If on the backward world his views are calt; ; ;
fis death diffus'd, and universal walte. .'. '

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