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Irtue and Vice, two mighty Pow'rs,
Who rule this motley World of ours,
On Hodge they fix, a Country Boor,
He swore with Grace, got nobly drunk,
One Morning, as in eafy Chair
I rais'd thee from the Clay-built Cell, · Where Want, Contempt, and Slav'ry dwell ; 6. And, as each Joy on Earth is sold, • To purchase all, I gave thee Gold:
This made the Charms of Beauty thine, • This bless'd thee with the Joys of Wine; • This gave thee, in the rich Repast, • Whate'er can please the tutor’d Taste. « Confess the Blessings I bestow, • And pay the grateful Thanks you owe ; My Name is Vice.'-Cry'd Hodge (and sneerd)
Long be your mighty Name rever'd! - Forbid it, Heav'n! thus bleft by you, · That I shou'd rob you of your Due • To Wealth, 'twas you that made me Heir, « And gave, for which I thank you, Care; « Wealth brought me Wine, 'tis past a Doubt, • And Wine, see here's a Leg! the Gout, « To Wealth I owe my French Ragou, And that each Morn and Night~ I spew..
* This Beauty brought, and, with the Dame, « The Pox, a blest Companion! came. . And now to fhew how much I prize • The Joys, which from your Bounty rise,
Each coupled with so dear a Brother, " I'll give you one to take the other.« Avaunt, depart from whence you came, . And thank your Stars that I am lame.'
Enrag'd and griev'd, away she flew,
Now, in his fad repentant Hour,
Th' unenvy'd Treasure of the Slave!
Hodge, in his native Cot at Rest, Now Virtue found, and thus address'd : • Say, for 'tis yours by Proof to know, · Can Virtue give thee Bliss below?
Content my Gift, and Temp'rance mine,
With blushing Cheeks, and kindling Eyes, The Man transported, thus replies :
My Goddess ! on this favour'd Head, « The Life of Life thy Blessings shed ! • My annual Thousands when I told, - Insatiate ftill I figh’d for Gold ;
• You gave Content--a boundless Store ! . And, rich indeed! I figh’d no more.. « With Temp'rance came, delightful Guest! • Health,--tasteful Food, and balmy Reft; « With Charity's seraphic Flame • Each gen'rous social Pleasure came, « Pleasures which in Poffeffion rise, « And retrospective Thought supplies ! · Long to atteft it may I live, « That all Vice promises, you give.'
Vice heard, and swore that Hodge for Hire Had giv'n his Verdict like a Liar; And Virtue, turning with Disdain, Vow'd ne'er to speak to Vice again.
ELOISA to ABELARD.
By Mr. POPE.
N these deep Solitudes and awful Cells, Where heav'nly-pensive Contemplation dwells,
* Abelard and Eloisa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most distinguished Persons of their Age in Learning and Beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate Passion. After a long Course of Calamities, they retired each to a several Convent, and consecrated the Remainder of their Days to Religion. It was many Years after
And ever-musing Melancholy reigns ;
Dear fatal Name! reft ever unreveal'd,
this Separation, that a Letter of Abelard's to a Friend, which contained the History of his Misfortune, fell into the Hands of Eloisa. This, awakening all her Tenderness, occafioned those celebrated Letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which give so lively a Picture of the Struggles of Grace and Nature, Virtue and Pallion,