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“ Those järring truths which human art beguile,
“ Thy sacred page thus bids me reconcile.”
Offspring of God, no less thy pedigree,
What thou once wert, art now, and still may be,
Thy God alone can tell, alone decree;
Faultless thou drop’dst from his unerring skill,
With the bare power to sin, since free of will :
Yet charge not with thy guilt his bounteous love,
For who has power to walk, has power to rove :
Who acts by force impell’d, can nought deserve;
And wisdom stort of infinite may swerve.
Borne on thy new-imp’d wings, thou took’st thy flight;
Left thy Creator, and the realms of light;
Disdain’d his gentle precept to fulfil ;
And thought to grow a god by doing ill :
Though by foul guilt thy heavenly form defac’d,
In nature chang’d, from happy mansions chasid,
Thou still retain'st some sparks of heav’nly fire,
Too faint to mount, yet restless to aspire ;
Angel enough to seek thy bliss again,
And brute enough to make thy search in vain.
The creatures now withdraw their kindly use,
Some fly thee, some torment, and fome seduce ;


Repast ill suited to such diff'rent guests,
For what thy sense desires, thy soul distastes ;
Thy lust, thy curiosity, thy pride,
Curb’d, or deferr’d, or balk’d, or gratify’d,
Rage on, and make thee equally unbless’d,
In what thou want'st, and what thou hast possess’d.
In vain thou hop'st for bliss on this poor clod,
Return, and seek thy Father, and thy God :
Yet think not to regain thy native sky,
Borne on the wings of vain philosophy ;
Mysterious paffage ! hid from human eyes;
Sooring you'll fink, and sinking, you will rise :
Let humble thoughts thy wary footsteps guide,
Repair by meekness what you loft by pride. :

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- - - - Quis inepta
Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se?


THOUGH grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

1 When injur’d Thales bids the town farewel, Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice commend, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend;

JUV. Sat. III.
. Quamvis digreffu veteris confusus amici;

Laudo, tamen, vacuis quod sedem figere Cumis
Destinet, atque unum civem donare Sibyllæ.


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Who now resolves, from vice and London far,
To breathe in distant fields a purer air,
And, fix'd on Cambria's folitary shore,
Give to St. David one true Briton more.

For who would leave, unbrib’d, Hibernia's land,
Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand ?
There none are swept by sudden fate away,
But all whom hunger spares, with age decay;
Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire,
And now a rabble rages, now a fire ;
Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay,
And here the fell attorney prowls for prey;
Here falling houses thunder on your head,
And here a female atheist talks you dead.

• While Thales waits the wherry that contains
Of dissipated wealth the small remains,
On Thames's bank in silent thought we stood,
Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver flood.

Ego vel Prochytam præpono Suburræ.
Nam quid tam miserum, tam folum vidimus, ut non
Deterius credas horrere incendia, lapsus
Tectorum afsiduos, et mille pericula fævæ ,
Urbis, & Augufto. recitantes mense poetas ?
“ Sed, dum tota domus rhedâ componitur unâ,

Subftitit ad veteres arcus.


Struck with the seat that gave * Eliza birth,
We kneel, and kiss the consecrated earth;
In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew,
And call Britannia's glories back to view;
Behold her cross triumphant on the main,
The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spain.
Ere masquerades debauch’d, excise oppress’d,
Or English honour grew a standing jest.

A transient calm the happy scenes bestow, · And for a moment lull the sense of woe.

At length awaking with contemptuous frown,
Indignant Thales eyes the neighb'ring town.

a Since worth, he cries, in these degen’rate days
Wants ev’n the cheap reward of empty praise;
In those curs’d walls, devote to vice and gain,
Since unrewarded science toils in vain;
Since hope but sooths to double my distress,
And every moment leaves my little less;

. Hic tunc Umbricius : Quando artibus, inquit, honeftis

Nullus in urbe locus, nulla emolumenta laborum, .
Res hodie' minor eft, heri quam fuit, atque eadem cras
Deteret exiguis aliquid : proponimus illuc
Ire, fatigatas ubi Dædalus exuit alas;
Dum nova canities

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