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* Yet in thy turn, thou frowning preacher, hear: " Are not chefe general maxims too fevere?
Say : cannot pow'r secure its owner bliss ? H And is not wealth che potent fire of peace?
Are victors bleft with fame, or kings with ease?
I tell thee. life is but one common care ; And man was born to suffer and to fear.
“ But is no rank, no ftation, no degree " From this contagious taint of sorrow free?"**..
None, mortal, nonc: yet in a bolder strain Let me this melancholy truth maintain: But hence, ye wordly, and prophane, retire : For I adapt my voice, and raise my lyre To notions, not by vulgar ear receiv'd: Ye still must covet life, and be deceiv'd :Your very fear of death should make ye try To catch the shade of immortality; Wishing on earth to linger, and to save 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 fome ages fly: The dome shall moulder, and the volume die : Wretches, still taught, still will ye think it ftrange, That all the parts of this great fabric change ; Quit their old ftation, and primaeval frame; And lose their laape, their effences, and their name?
Reduce the song : our hopes, our joys are vain: Our lot is sorrow; and our portion pain.
What pause from woe, what hopes of comfort bring The name of wise or great, 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 victim to the people's eafe : From the first blooming of his ill-taught youth, Nourish'd in flate'ry, and estrang'd from truth : At bome furrounded by a servile croud, Prompt to abuse, and in detraction loud : Abroad begirt with men, and (words, and (pears', His very state acknowledging his fears : Marching amidst a thousand-guards, he shows His secret terror of a thousand foes : In war however prudent, great, or brave, To blind events, and fickle chance a llave :Seeking to settle what for ever fiies ; Sure of the toil, uncertain of the prize.
But he returns with conquest on his brow;
may to-morrow be the viĉtor's fate.
Does hs not mourn the valiant thousands flain ;
See, where he comes, the darling of the war!
Are the dire images of fad distrust, And populac change, obscur'd amid the dust, That rises from the victor's rapid wheel ? Can the loud clarion, or thrill fife repel The inward cries of care? can nature's voicePlaintive be drown'd, or leffen'd in the noise ; Though fhouts 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,
O impotent desire of worldly sway!
Then (vileness of mankind !) then of all theft,
Let us revolve that roll with stricteft eye,
Adam, great type, for whom the world was made, The fairest blessing to his arm's convey'd, A charming wife, and air, and fea, and land, And all that more therein to his command Render'd obedient : say, my pensive muse, What did these golden promises produce ? Scarce tasting life, he was of joy bercavid : One day, I think, in Paradise he liv'd : Defind the next his jonrney to pursue, Where wounding thorns, and cursed thistles grew. L'er yet he earns his bread, adown his brow, Inclin'd to earth, his lab'ring sweat must flow : His limbs muft ake, with daily coils opprest; E’er long-with'd night brings necessary rest : Still viewing with regret his darling Eve, He fos hec follies, and his own must grieve.
Bewailing Atill a-fresh their hapless choice ;
The frighted angels heard the Almighty Lord;