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Mancipium Domini, stimulofque cupidinis acres
Sentit iners, fævoque piger fub Verbere torpet.

Te compello iterum, ô Ratio! miserere doloris Effusi, miserere, oro, & fuccurre labanti. Nimirùm cælis Sapientia nascitur; altos Hinc ducit radios, hominumque in pectora torquet. Hæc tamen humanæ Regina altiffima mentis Sceptra parùm metuenda manu fuftentat inerti; Incola si gravior furgat, folioque potitam Vi majore premens, cogat fibi cedere Victor.

Sis verò licet imbellis, fis mollis inerfque,
Confilio tamen orba tuo Mens inscia, cursu
Incauto tutæ vestigia linqueret alta
Virtutis, vitiique incerto in calle periret.

Ut mulcet placidâ nares dulcedine fragrans Unguentum, lætas pertentat suaviter aures Laudis honos meritæ; quod fi labatur in urnam Muscula, contacti dulces violantur odores; Balsamaque, heu ! quantum mutata, inamabile spirant. Sic minimas labes inter pulcherrima facta Si spargas hinc inde, lues fubnafcitur atra,

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Tortur'd by cruel Change of wild Defires,
Lash'd by mad Rage, and scorch'd by brutal Fires.

O Reason! once again to Thee I call: Accept my Sorrow, and retrieve my Fall. Wisdom, Thou say'st, from Heay’n receiv'd her Birth; Her Beams transmitted to the subject Earth. Yet this great Empress of the human Soul Does only with imagin’d Pow'r controul; If restless Passion by Rebellious Sway Compells the weak Usurper to obey.

O troubled, weak, and Coward, as thou art!
Without thy poor Advice the lab'ring Heart
To worse Extremes with swifter Steps would run,
Not fav'd by Virtue, yet by Vice undone.

Oft have I said; the Praise of doing well Is to the Ear, as Oyntment to the Smell. Now if some Flies perchance, however small, Into the Alabaster Urn should fall; The Odors of the Sweets inclos’d would dye; And Stench corrupt (sad Change!) their place supply. So the least Faults, if mix'd with fairest Deed, Of future Ill become the fatal Seed:

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Contrahit informes maculas purissima Virtus,
Paulatimque fluens diffunditur undique pestis.

Infelix SOLOMON! mitte has de pectore curas: Quin vitæ recolas errores mille peractæ; Demiflis tacitè lacrymis, quòd, facta Bonorum Carmine dum celebret Musa immortalis, honores Accumulans famæ meritos; tua crimina sola Voce cạnet clarâ, neque regia carpere parcet Nomina, mansurum infundens nimis æqua venenum.

Me tandem eripui è fomnis, oculofque patentes
Conscius erexi; bilem movere cohortes
Fæmineæ, Turbæque Deorum: stat mihi certum
Immotumque animo, paulatim emergere ab alto
Oceano Vitii : Querulos hinc mæsta refurgens
Musa modos renovat, culpatque fugacia vitæ
Gaudia; fublimique audens se attollere penna,
Spes hominum fragiles fævi ludibria fati,
Divitias fruftra aggestas, ingrataque honorum
Tædia prosequitur, miserafque libidinis atræ
Blanditias: aperitque dolos, nugafque fatetur.

Into the Balm of purest Virtue cast,
Annoy all Life with one contagious Blast.

Loft Solomon! pursue this Thought no more: Of thy paft Errors recollect the Store: And filent weep, that while the Deathless Muse Shall sing the Juft; shall o'er their Head diffuse Perfumes with lavish Hand; She shall proclaim Thy Crimes alone; and to thy evil Fame Impartial, scatter Damps and Poysons on thy Name.]

Awaking therefore, as who long had dream'd, Much of my Women, and their Gods asham'd, From this Abyss of exemplary Vice Resolv’d, as Time might aid my Thought, to rise; Again I bid the mournful Goddess write The fond Pursuit of fugitive Delight: Bid her exalt her melancholy Wing, And rais’d from Earth, and sav'd from Passion, fing Of human Hope by cross Event destroy’d, Of useless Wealth, and Greatness unenjoy'd, Of Lust and Love, with their fantastic Train, Their Wishes, Smiles, and Looks deceitful all, and vain.

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