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JOLLY, brave toper, who cou'd not forbear

Tho’his life was in danger, old port and stale beer,
Gave the doctors the hearing_but still wou'd drink on,
Till the dropsy had swell’d him as big as a ton.
The more he took physic the worse fill he grew,
And tapping was now the last thing he cou'd do.
Affairs at this crisis, and doctors come down,
He began to consider--fo sent for his fon.
Tom, see by what courses I've shorten'd my life,
I'm leaving the ivorld ere I'm forty and five;
More than probable ’tis, that in twenty-four hours,
This manor, this house, and estate will be

My early exceffes may teach you this truth,
That’tis working for death to drink hard in one's youth.
Says Tom, (who's a lad of a generous spirit,
And not like

young rakes who ’re in haste to inherit,)
Sir, don't be dishearten'd; altho' it be true,
Th' operation is painful, and hazardous too,
'Tis no more than what many a man has gone thro'.
And then, as for years, you may yet be call d young,
Your life after this may be happy and long.
Don't flatter me, Tom, was the father's reply,
With’a jest in his mouth and a tear in his eye;
Too well by experience, my veffels, thou know',
No sooner are tap'd, but they give up the ghof.



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EEK not for Paradise with curious eye

In Afiatic climes, where Tigris' wave,
Mix'd with Euphrates in tumultuous joy,
Doth the broad plains of Babylonia lave.

'Tis gone with all its charms; and like a dream,

Like Babylon itself, is swept away ;
Bestow one tear upon the mournful theme,
But let it not thy gentle heart dismay.

For know where ever love and virtue guide,

They lead us to a state of heav'nly bliss,
Where joys unknown to guilt and shame preside,
And pleasures unalloy'd each hour increase.

Behold that grove, whose waving boughs admit,

Thro' the live colonade, the fruitful hill,
A moving prospect with fat herds replete,
Whose lowing voices all the valley fill.

V. There,

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There, thro' the spiry grass where glides the brook,

(By yon tall poplar which erects its head
Above the verdure of the neighb'ring oak,)
And gently murmurs o'er th’adjoining mead;

VI. Philander and Cleora, happy pair,

Taste the cool breezes of the gentle wind; Their breasts from guilt, their looks are free from care, Sure index of a calm contented mind.

VII. "Tis here in virtuous lore the studious fair

Informs her babes, nor scorns herself t' improve,
While in his smile she lives, whose pleasing care
Dispenses knowledge from the lips of love.

No wild desires can spread their poison here,

No discontent their peaceful hours attend;
False joys, nor flatt’ring hopes, nor fervile fear,
Their gentle minds with jarring pasions rend.

Here oft in pleasing folitude they rove,

Recounting o'er the deeds of former days;
With inward joy their well-spent time approve,
And feel a recompence beyond all praise.

Or in sweet converse thro' the grove, or near

The fountain's brink, or where the arbour's shade
Beats back the heat, fair Virtue’s voice they hear,

More musical by sweet digreffions made.

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With calm dependence ev'ry good they tafte,

Yet feel their neighbours' wants with kind regrety
Nor cheer themselves alone, (a mean repaft!)
But deal forth blessings round their happy feat.

'Tis to such virtue, that the pow'r supreme

The choicest of his blessings hath design'd,
And shed them plenteous over ev'ry clime,
The calm delights of an untainted mind.

Ere yet the fad effects of foolish pride,

And mean ambition still employ'd in ftrife,
And luxury did o'er the world preside,
Deprav'd the taste, and pallid the joys of life.

For such the Spring, in richest mantle clad,

Pours forth her beauties thro' the gay parterre ;
And Autumn's various bosom is o'erspread
With all the blushing fruits that crown the year.

Such Summer tempts, in golden beams array'd,

Which o'er the fields in borrow'd luftre glow,
To meditate beneath the cooling shade
Their happy state, and whence their blessings flow.

E'en rugged Winter varies but their joy,

Painting the cheek with fresh vermilion-hue ;
And those rough frosts which softer frames annoy

With vig'rous health their slack’ning nerves renew.

From the dark bofom of the dappled Morn

To Phæbus shining with meridian light,
Or when mild Ev'ning does the sky adorn,
Or the pale moon rides thro' the spangled night.

The varying scenes in ev'ry virtuous foul

Each pleasing change with various pleasures bless,
Raise cheerful hopes, and anxious fears controul,

And form a Paradise of inward peace.

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HO' strength of genius, by experience taught,

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To trace the various workings of the mind,
And rule the secret springs that rule mankind;
Rare gift! yet, Walpole, wilt thou condescend
To listen, if thy unexperienc'd friend
Can aught of use impart, tho' void of skill,
And raise attention by fincere good will :
Vol. VI.



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