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Fires that fcorch, yet dare not shine:

Pureft love's unwafting treasure,
Conftant faith, fair hope, long leifure,

Days of ease, and nights of pleasure ;
Sacred Hymen! these are thine *.

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a These two Chorus's are enough to fhew us his great talents for this fpecies of Poetry, and to make us lament he did not profecute his purpofe in executing fome plans he had chalked out; but the Character of the Managers of Playhouses at that time, was what (he faid) foon determined him to lay afide all thoughts of that nature. Nor did his morals, lefs than the juft fenfe of his own importance, deter him from having any thing to do with the THEATRE. He remembered that an ancient Author hath acquainted us with this extraordinary circumftance; that, in the conftruction of Pompey's magnificent Theatre, the feats of it were fo contrived, as to serve, at the same time, for steps to a temple of Venus, which he had joined to his theatre. The moral Poet could not but be ftruck with a story where the λoyos and the pobos of it ran as imperceptibly into one another, as the Theatre and the Temple.

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ODE ON SOLITUDE.

APPY the man, whose wish and care

HAPPY

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air,

In his own ground.

Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread,
Whofe flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in fummer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Bleft, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

Sound fleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixt; fweet recreation:
And innocence, which moft does please
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.

a This was a very early production of our Author, written

at about twelve years old. P.

AN ESSAY ON

CRITICISM.

Written in the Year MDCCIX.

L 2

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