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To exchange the centre of a thousand trades,
For clumps, and lawns, and temples, and cascades,
May now and then their velvet cushions take,
And seem to pray for good example fake;
Judging, in charity no doubt, the town
Pious enough, and having need of none.
Kind souls! to teach their tenantry to prize
What they themselves, without remorfe, despise:
Nor hope have they, nor fear, of aught to come,
As well for them had prophecy been dumb;
They could have held the conduct they pursue,
Had Paul of Tarsus lived and died a Jew;
And truth, proposed to reasoners wise as they,
Is a pearl caft-completely cast away.

They die. Death lends them, pleased, and as in sport,
All the grim honours of his ghaftly court.
Far other paintings grace the chamber now,
Where late we saw the mimic landscape glow :
The busy heralds hang the fable scene
With mournful escutcheons, and dim lamps between;
Proclaim their titles to the crowd around,
But they that wore them move not at the found;
The coronet, placed idly at their head,
Adds nothing now to the degraded dead,
And even the star, that glitters on the bier,
Can only say--Nobility lies here.

Peace to all such-'twere pity to offend
By useless censure, whom we cannot mend;
Life without hope can close but in despair,
'Twas there we found them, and must leave them there.

• As, when two pilgrims in a foreft stray,
Both may be loft, yet each in his own way ;
So fares it with the multitudes beguiled
in vain opinion's waste and dangerous wild;
Ten thousand rove the brakes and thorns among,
Some eastward, and some westward, and all wrong.
But here, alas! the fatal difference lies,
Each man's belief is right in his own eyes ;
And he that blames what they have blindly chose,
Incurs resentment for the love he shows.

Say botanist, within whose province fall The cedar and the hyssop on the wall, Of all that deck the lanes, the fields, the bowers, What parts the kindred tribes of weeds and flowers ? Sweet fcent, or lovely form, or botíi combined', Distinguishi every cultivated kind; The want of both denotes a meaner breed, And Chloé from her garland picks the weed. Thus hopes of every fort, whatever fect Esteem them, fow them, rear them, and protect, If wild in nature, and not July found, Gethsemane! in thy dear hallowed ground,

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That cannot bear the blaze of fcripture light,
Nor cheer the spirit, nor refresh the fight,
Nor aniinate the soul to Christian deeds,
(Oh cast them from thee!) are weeds, arrant weeds.

Ethelred's house, the centre of fix ways,
Diverging each from each, like equal rays,
Himself as bountiful as April rains,
Lord paramount of the surrounding plains,
Would give relief of bed and board to none,
But guests that fought it in the appointed ONE.
And they might enter at his open door,
Even till his fpacious hall would hold 10 nrore.
He fent a servant forth by every road,
To found his horn and publish it abroarl,
That all might mark-knight, menial, high and low,
An ordinance it concerned them much to know.
If after all fome headstrong hardy lout
Would disobey, though sure to be shut out,
Could he with reason murmur at his care,
Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
No! the decree was just and without fiaw;
And he that made, had right to make, the law;
His sovereign power and pleasure unrestrained,
The wrong was his, who wrongfully complained.

Yet half mankind maintain a churlith strife With him the Donor of eternal life,

Because the deed, by which his love confirms The largess he bestows, prescribes the terms. Compliance with his will your lot ensures, Accept it only, and the boon is your's. And sure it is as kind to smile and give, As with a frown to say, Do this, and live. Love is not pedlar's trumpery bought and sold: He will give freely, or he will withhold; His foul abhors a mercenary thought, And him as deeply who abhors it not ; He ftipulates indeed, but nierely this, That man will freely take an unbought blits, Will trust him for a faithful generous part, Nor set a price upon a willing heart. Of all the ways that seem to promise fair, To place you where his saints his presence share, This only can; for this plain cause, expressed In terms as plain, himself has shut the reft. But oh the strife, the bickering, and debate, The tidings of unpurchased heaven create ! The flirted fan, the bridle and the toss, All speakers, yet all language at a loss. From fuccoed walls smart arguments rebound; And beaus, adept in every thing profound, Die of di Idain, or whistle off the found.

Such is the clamour of rooks, daws, and kites,
The explofion of the levelled tube excites,
Where mouldering abbey-walls overhang the glade,
And oaks coeval spread'a mournful shade,
The screaming nations, hovering in mid air,
Loudly resent the stranger's freedom there,
And seem to warn him never to repeat
His bold intrusion on their dark retreat.

Adieu, Vinosa cries, ere yet he sips
The purple bumper trembling at his lips,
Adieu to all morality! if grace
Make works a vain ingredient in the case.
The Christian hope is-Waiter draw the cork
If I mistake not --Blockhead! with a fork!
Without good works, whatever some may boast,
Mere folly and delusion-Sir, your toast..
My firm perfuafion is, at least sometimes,
That heaven will weigh man's virtues and his crimes
With nice attention, in a righteous scale,
And save or damn as these or those prevail,
I plant my foot upon this ground of trust,
And filence every fear with God is juft.
But if perchance on some dull drizzling day
A thought intrude that says, or seems to say,
If thus the important cause is to be tried,
Suppose the beam should Jip on the wrong fide

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