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All-winning mild to each of lowly state; To equals free, unservile to the great;

40 Greatness you honour, when by worth acquir’d; Worth is by worth in every rank admir’d. Greatness you scorn, when titles insult speak; Proud to vain pride, to honour'd meekness meek. That worthlefs bliss, which others court, you fly ; 45 That worthy woe, they shun, attracts your eye.

But Mall the Mule refound alone your praise? No-let the public fiend ex alt her lays ! O trace that friend with me!-he's yours !--he's

mine! The world's beneficent behold him shine!

Is wealth his sphere? If riches, like a tide,
From either India pour their golden pride ;
Rich in good works, him others wants employ ;
He gives the widow's heart to fing for joy.
To orphans, prisoners, Mall his bounty flow; 55
The weeping family of want and woe.

Is knowledge his? Benevolently great,
In leisure active, and in care sedate ;
What aii, his little wealth perchance denies,
In each hard instance his advice fupplies.

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With modest truth he sets the wandering right,
And gives religion pure, primæval light;
In love diffusive, as in light refin'd,
The liberal emblem of his Maker's mind.

Is power his orb? He then, like power divine, 65 On ail, though with a varied ray, will thine.

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Ere power was his, the man, he once careli'd,
Meets the same faithful fimile, and mutual breast :
But asks his friend some dignity of state;
His friend, unequal to th’incumbent weight? 70
Alks it a stranger, one whom parts inspire
With all a people’s welfare would require ?
His choice admits no pause; his gift will prove
All private, well absorb’d in public love.
He shields his country, when for aid she calls; 75
Or, should the fail, with her he greatly falls :
But, as proud Rome, with guilty conquest crown'd,
Spread llavery, death and defolation round,
Should e'er his country, for dominion's prize,
Against the sons of men a faction rise,

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Glory in hers, is in his eye disgrace ;
The friend of truth; the friend of human race.

Thus to no one, no sect, no clime confin'd, His boundless love embraces all mankind; And all their virtues in his life are known ; 85 And all their joys and sorrows are his own.

These are the lights, where itands that friend con.

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This, this the fpirit, which informs thy breaft. Through fortune's cloud thy genuine worth can shine; What would'It thou not, were wealth and greatness thine ?

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TOW various birds in melting concert sing, ,

And hail the beauty of the opening spring: Now to thy dreains the nightingale complains, Till the lark wakes thee with her checrful Itrains; Wakes, in thy verse and friendship ever kind, 5 Melodious comfort to my jarring mind.

Oh could my soul through repths of knowledge see, Could I read nature and mankind like thee, I'Nould o’ercome, or bear the shocks of fare, And e'en draw envy to the humblest state. Thou canst raise honour from each ill event, From shocks gain vigour, and from want content.

Think not light poetry my life's chief care! The Muse's mansion is, at best, but air ; But, if more folid works my meaning forms, 15 Th’unfinish'd structures fall by fortune's storms.

Oft have I said we falsely those accuse, Whose god-like fouls life's middle state refuse. Self-love, I cry'd, there seeks ignoble rest; Care Neeps not calm, when millions wake unblest; 20

Mean + See Dyer's Poems.

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Mean let me frick, or spread sweet shade o’er all,
Low as the hrub, or as the cedar ta'l!-
'Twas vain! 'twas wild !--I sought the middle state,
And found the good, and found the truly great.

Though verse can never give my soul her aim; 25
Though action only claims substantial fame;
Though fate denies what my proud wants require,
Yet grant me, heaven, by knowledge to aspire :
Thus to enquiry let me prompt ihe mind;
Thus clear dimm'd truth, and bid her bless mankind; ze
From the pierc'd orphan thus draw shafts of grief,
Arm want with patience, and teach wealth relief!
To serve lov'J liberty inspire my breath!
Or, if my life be useless, grant me death;
For he, who useless is in life survey'd,

35 Burthens that world, his duty bids him aid.

Say, what have honours to allure the mind, Which he gains most, who least has serv'd mankind ? Titles, when worn by fools, I dare defpise ; Yet they claim homage, when they crown the wise.. 40 When high distinction marks deserving heirs, Desert ftill dignifies the mark it wears. But, who to birth alone would honours owe ? Honours, if true, from seeds of merit grow. Those trees, with sweetest chai ms, invite our eyes, 45 Which, from our own engraftment, fruitful rise. Still we love best what we with labour gain, As the child's dearer for the mother's pain.

The Great I would not envy nor deride ; Nor stoop to swell a yain Superior's pride ; 50

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Nor view an Equal's hope with jealous eyes ;
Nor crush the wretch beneath who wailing lies.
My sympathizing breast his grief can feel,
And my eye weep the wound I cannot heal.
Ne’er among friendships let me fow debate,

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Nor by another's fall advance my state;
Nor misuse wit against an absent friend :
Let me the virtues of a foe defend !
In wealth and want true minds preserve their weight;
Meek, though exalted; though disgrac'd, elate; 60
Generous and grateful, wrong'd or help'd, they live;
Grateful to serve, and generous to forgive.

This may they learn, who close thy life attend
Which, dear in memory, still instructs thy friend.
Though cruel distance bars my grosser eye, 65
My soul, clear-lighted, draws thy virtue nigh;
Through her deep woe that quickening comfort gleams,
And lights up Fortitude with Friendship’s beams.

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VICE-PRINCIPAL of St Mary-HALL, OXFORD,
Being presented by the Honourable Mrs. KNIGHT,

to the Living of Gosfield in Essex. W

HILE by mean arts and meaner patrons rise

Priests, whom the learned and the good despise; This fees fair Knight, in whose transcendent mind, Are wisdom, purity, and truth enshrin'd.

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