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Buryed in floth, and loft in eafe I lay:
The women on my dotage build their fway :
Charm'd by their eyes, their manners I acquire,
And ferve her God, whofe perfon I caref. Where, Where, my deluded fenfe, was Reafon fiown ? Where the high majefty of David's throne ? Where all the maxims of eternal truth, With which the living God inform'd my youth ? When with the lewd Egyptian I adore Vain idols, deities that ne'er before In Ifrael's land had fix'd their dire abodes, Beaftly divinities, and droves of Gods: Ofiris, Apis, powers that chew the cud, And dog Anubis, fiatterer for his food ; When in the woody hills forbidden fhade I carv'd the marble, and invok'd its aid: When in the fens to fnakes and flies, with zea! Unworthy human thought, I proftrate fel1; To fhrubs and plants my vile devotion paid; And fet the bearded leek, to which I pray'd: When to ali beings facred rites were given; Forgot the arbiter of earth and heaven.
Through thefe fad fhades, this Chaos in my foul, Some feeds of light at length began to roll. The rifing motion of an infant ray Shot glimmering thro' the cloud, and promis'd day. And now, one moment able to refle&t, I found the king abandoned to negle&, $ Seen without awe, and ferved without refpe&t. I found my fubjeéîs amicab!y join, To leffen their defe&ts by citing mine. The prieft with pity prayed for David's race ; And left his text, to dwell on my difgrace. - - 'I'he
To fad examples which he ought to fhun,
The father, whilft he warn'd his erring fon, 3
'And he, from whom the nations fhould receive
Juftice and freedom, lies himfelf a flave,
Oft have I faid ; the praife of doing well Is to the ear, as ointment to the fmell. Now, if fome flies perchance, however fma!I, Into the alabafter urn fhou'd fall ; 'The odours of the fweets inclofed, would die ; And ftench corrupt (fad change!) their place fupply. So the leaft faults, if mixed with faireft deed, Of future ill become the fatal feed : Into the balm of pureft virtue caft, Annoy all life with one contagious blaft.
Loft Solomon! purfue this thought no more : Of thy paft errors recolle&t the flore : And filent weep, that while the deathlefs Mufe Shal! fing the juft, fhall o'er their heads diffufe. Perfumes with lavifh hand ; fhe fhall proclaim Thy crimes alone; and to thy evil fame } Impartia!, fcatter damps and poifons on thy name.
Awaking therefore, as who long had dream'd, Much of my womem, and their Gcds afham'd; From this abyfs of exemplary vice Refolved, as time might aid my thought, to rife; Again Ibid the mournful Goddefs write The fond purfuit of fugitive delight: Bid her exalt her melancholy wing, And, raifed from earth, and fav'd from paflion, fing Of human hope by crofs event deftroy'd, Of ufelefs wealth, and greatnefs unenjoy'd, Of luft and love, with their fantaftic train, Their wifhes, fmiles, and looks deceitful, all and vain.
T E X T S
Or ever the filver cord be loofed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be brokem at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the ciftern. Ecclefiaftes, chap. xii. verf. 6.
The fun arifeth, and the fun goeth down, and hafteth to his place where he arofe. Ecclefiaftes, chap. I. verf. 5.
The wind goeth towards the fouth, and turneth about unto the north. It whirleth about continually ; and the wind returneth again, according to his circuit. Verf. 6.
All the rivers run into the fea: yet the fea is not full. Unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. Verf. 7.
Then fhall the duft return to the earth, as it was :