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I then more wife ? Then I faid {m my heart, that this alfo is vanity. Verf. 1 5.

Therefore I hated life, becaufe the work that is wrought under the fun is grievous unto me. Chap.

• II. Verf. 27.

Dead fies caufe the oimtment to fend forth a ftinking favour : fodoth the little folly him that is in reputation for wifdom and honour. Chap. X. Verf. I.

The memory of the juft is blefTed, but the memory of the wicked fhall rot. Proverbs, Chap. X. Verf, 7.

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and greatnefs can produce it ; begins with the magnificence ofgardens and buildings, the luxury of mufic and feafting ; and proceeds to the hopes and defires of love. In two epifodes are fhewn the follies and troubles of that paffion. Solomon

ftill difappointed, falls under the temptations of libertinifm and idolatry; recovers his thoughts,

reafons aright, and concludes, that as to the pur

fuit of pleafure, and fenfual delight, All is

v A N I t Y a N D V EX A t I O N OF S P I R I T.

RY then, O man, the moments to deceive,
That from the womb attend thee to the grave;

For wearied mature find fome apter fcheme:

Health be thy hope ; and pleafure be thy theme:

From the perplexing and unequal ways,

Where ftudy brings thee; from the endlef maze, Which

Which doubt perfuades to run, forewarn'd, recede
To the gay field, and flowery path, that lead
To jocund mirth, foft joy, and carelefs eafe:
Forfake what may inftru&t, for what may pleafe ;
Effay amufing art, and proud expence:
And make thy reafon fubje&t to thy fenfe.

I commun*d thus: the power of wealth I try'd,
And all the various luxe of coftly pride,
Artifts and plans reliev'd my folemn hours;
I founded palaces, and planted bowers.
Birds, fifhes, beafts of each exotic kind,
I to the limits of my court confin'd.
To trees transferr'd I gave a fecond birth ;
And bid a foreign fhade grace Judah's earth.
Fifh-ponds were made, where former forefts grew;.
And hills were levell* d to extend the view.
Rivers diverted from their native courfe,
And bound with chains of artificial force,
From large cafcades in pleafing tumult roll'd,
Or rofe through figur'd ftone, or breathing gold.
From furtheft Africa's tormented womb
The marble brought, ere&ts the fpacious dome,
Or forms the pillars long extended rows,
On whichthe planted grove, and penfile garden grows.
The workmen here obey'd the mafter's call,
Togild the turret, and to paint the wall ;
To mark the pavement there with various ftone ;
And on the jafper fteps to rear the throne:

The fpreading cedar that an age had flood,

Supreme of trees, and miftrefs of the wood, Cut . •

Cut down and carv'd, my fhining roof adorns,
And Lebanon his ruin'd honour mourns.
A thoufand artifts fhew their cunning power,
To raife the wonders of the ivory tower.
A thoufand maidens ply the purple loom,
To weave the bed, and deck the regal room ;
*Ti11 Tyre confefies her exhaufted ftore,
“That on her coaft the Murex * is no more;
*Ti11 from the Parian ifle, and Libya's coaft,
The mountains grieve their hopes of marble loft;
And India's woods return their juft complaint,
Their brood decay'd, and want of Elephant.
My full defign with vaft expence atchiev'd,
I came, beheld, admir'd, refie&ted, griev'd;
I chid the folly of my thoughtlefs hafte :
For, the work perfected, the joy was paft.
To my new courts fad thought did ftill repair;
And round mygilded roofs hung hovering care.
In vain on filken beds I fought repofe ;
And reftlefs oft from purple couches rofe ;
Vexatious thought ftill found my fying mind
Mor bound by limits, nor to place confin'd;
Haunted my nights, and terrify'd my days;
Stalk'd through my gardens, and purfu'd myways Q.
Norfhut from artful bower, nor loftin Winding nnaze.
Yet take thy bent, my fou! ; another fenfe
Indulge ; add mufic to magnificence:
Effay, if harmony may grief controll ;
Or power of found prevail upon the foul.

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Often our feers and poets have confeft,
That mufic's force can tame the furious beaft;
Can make the wolf, or foaming boar reftrain
His rage; the lion drop his crefted main,
Attentive to the fong ; the lynx forget
His wrath to man, and lick the minftrel's feet.
Are we, alas! lefs favage yet than thefe ?
Elfe mufic fure may human cares appeafe.
I fpake my purpofe ; and the chearful choir
Parted their fhares ofharmony : the lyre
Soften'd the timbrel's noife ; the trumpet's found
Provok'd the Dorian flute (both fweeter found
When mix'd); the fife the viol's notes refin'd
And every ftrength with every grace was join'd.
Each morn they wak'd me with a fprightly lay;
Ofopening Heaven they fung, and gladfome day.
Each evening their repeated fkill expreß'd
Scenes of repofe, and images of reft: ''
Yet ftill in vain; for mufic gather'd thought:
But how unequal the effe&ts it brought !
The foft Ideas of the chearful note,
Lightly receiv'd, were eafily forgot :
The folemn violence of the graver found
Κnew to ftrike deep, and leave a lafting wound. '
And now refle&ing, I with grief defcry
The fickly luft of the fantaftic eye ; . )
How the weak organ is with feeing cloy'd,
Elying ere night what it at noon enjoy'd.
And now (unhappy fearch of thought !) I found
The fickle ear foon glutted with the found,
Vol. II. ID Condemn'd

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