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HUMAN PRAISE. N OR absolutely vain is human praise, IV When human is supported by divine. I'll introduce LORENZO to himself; Pleasure and pride (bad masters ;) Share our licarts. As love of pleasure is ordain'd to guard And feed our bodies and extend our race ;. The love of praise is planted to protect, And propagate the glories of the mind.. What is it, but the love of praise, infpires,. Matures, refines, embellishes,exalts, Earth's happiness ? From that, the delicate, The grand, the marvellous ; of civil life, Want and convenience, under-workers, lay: The basis, on which love of glory builds. Nor is thy life, O virtue ! less in debt To praise, thy secret stimulating friend.. Were men not proud, what merits should we miss!! Pride made the virtues of the pagan: world . Praise is the salt that seasons right to man, And whets his appetite for moral good. Thirst of applause-is virtue's second guard ; Reason, her first; but reason wants an aid; Our private reason is a flatterer ; Thirst of applause calls public judgment in, To poise our own, to keep an even seale, And give endanger'd virtue fairer play.
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After his CONDEMNATION for, attempting a RAPE.
D EAD, lovely nymph, and tremble not to read,
Long had I liv'd as fordid as my fate;.
* This man was footman to a gentleman, whose daughter, a married lady, he attempted to ravith. It appears by his trial, that he went into her room about four o'clock in the morning, armed with a pistol in one hand, and a drawn sword in the other; and advance ing to the bedside, threatened to murder her if she made any noise. Upon asking him what he meant by coming into her chamber in such a manner, he replied that he intended to ravish her, for that he had entertained. a violent love for her a long time, but as there was 1o great a difference between their fortunes, he despaired of enjoying his wishes by any means but force. After some resistance, the lady wrenched the pistol from his hand, (he having laid down the sword) and rung the bell; upon which he ran away. He was indicted and convicted of a burglary, at the Old Bailey, in December 1721, but the sentence was not executed, for he was reprieved and afterwards transported. .
A fervile A servile slave: content with homely food, The gross instinct of happiness pursu'd : Youth gave me sleep at night, and warmth of blood. } Ambition yet had never touch'd my breast; My lordly master knew no founder rest; With labour healthy, in obedience bleft. But when I saw-oh! had I never seen That wounding softness, that engaging mein! The mift of wretched education flies; . Shame, fear, defire, despair and love arise, The new creation of those beauteous eyes. But yet that love pursu'd no guilty aim, Deep in niy heart I hid the fecret flame. I never hop'd my fond defire to tell, And all my wishes were to serve you well. Heav'ns ! how I flew, when wing’d by your command, And kiss’d the letters giv'n me by your hand. How pleas'd, how proud, how fond was I to wait, Present the sparkling wine, or change the plate ! How, when you sung my soul devour'd the sound, And ev'ry sense was in the rapture drown'd! Tho'bid to go, I quite forgot to move ; -You knew not that stupidity was love? But oh! the torment not to be express’d, The grief, the rage, the hell that fir'd this breast, When my great rivals, in embroid'ry gay, Sate by your fide, or led you from the play! I still contriv'd near as I could to stand, (The flambeau trembling in ney shaking hand)
I saw, or thought I saw, thofe fingers press’d,
Turn, lovely nymph (for so I would have faid)
And is this love that ought to merit you?
Fix'd on this view, my only hope of ease,