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But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain;
Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
With thee in private modest dulness lies.
Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd; Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast, And 'tis in thee at last that wisdom seeks for rest.
Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
Hie only honour of the wishing dame, The very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame.
But couldst thou seize some tongues that now are free,
How church and state should be oblig'd to thee; At senate, and at bar, how welcome wouldst thou be!
Yet speech ev'n there submissively withdraws, From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy laws.
Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,
The country wit, religion of the town,
Are best by thee express'd; and shine in thee alone.
All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.
E. OF DORSET.
THOUGH Artemisia talks, by fits.
And wear a cleaner smock.
Are oddly join'd by fate:
That lies and stinks in state.
Al i white and black beside:
Majestically stalk; A stately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, All flutter, pride, and talk.
PHRYNE has talents for mankind, Open she was, and unconfin'd, Like some free port of trade; Merchants unloaded here their freight. And agents from each foreign state Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good-breeding such,
Spaniards or French came to her;
Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
At length she turns a bride:
And flutters in her pride.
So have I known those insects fair
Still vary shapes and dyes;
Then painted butterflies.
THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON
PARSON, these things in thy possessing,
'La here the Septuagint,—and Panl,
He that has these, may pass his life, Drink with the 'squire, and kiss his wife; On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And fast on Fridays if he will;
Toast church and queen, explain the news,
AN ESSAY ON MAN,
IN FOUR EPISTLES * TO H. ST. JOHN, LORD BOLINGBROKE.
Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my lord Bacon's expression) * come home to men's business and bosoms,' I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature, and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.
The science of human nature is, like all other sciences, reduced to a few clear points: there are not many certain truths in this world. It is there, fore in the anatomy of the mind as in that of the body; more good will accrue to mankind by attending to the large, open, and perceptible parts, than by studying too much such finer nerves and vessels, the conformations and uses of which will for ever escape our observation. The disputes are all upon these last; and I will venture to say, they have less sharpened the wits than the hearts of men against each other, and have diminished the practice more than advanced the theory of morality. If I could