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F youthful fancy might its choice pursue,
And act as natural reason prompts it to
If inclination could dispose our ftate,
And human will might govern future fate s
Remote from grandeur, I'd be humbly wife,
And all the glitter of a court despise :
Unfkill'd the proud, or vicious to commend,
To cringe to insolence, or fools attend;
Within my felf contented and secure,
Above what mean ambition can endure :
fo anxious to obtain a name,
To bleed for honour in the fields of fame;
Empty parade, is all that heroes know,
Unless fair Virtue hovers in the show.
But in these walls, where Heav'n has fix'd my ftay,
One half of life, I'd wish to breath away :
The fall and winter of each future
year. I'd humbly hope to spend contented here ; Vol. VI. 24.
'Mid the fierce ravage of a wintry storm,
Kind friends to cheer me, moderate wine to warm ;
Securely happy we'd delude the day,
And smile the seasons chearfully away,
No needless show my modeft done should claim,
Neat and genteel without, within the fame;
Decently furnish'd to content and please,
Sufficient for neceffity, and ease;
Vain is the pomp of prodigal expence,
Frugality denotes the man of sense ;
My doors the needy stranger should befriend,
And hospitality my board attend;
With frugal plenty be my table spread,
Those, and those only whom I love be fed :
The meek and indigent my banquet share,
Who love the master, and approve the fare ;
Thy mellow vintage Lisbon ! should abound,
Pouring a mirthful inspiration round;
While laughing Bacchus bathes within the bowl,
Love, mirth, and friendship swallow up the soul.
I'd have few friends, and those by nature true, Sacred to friendship, and to virtue too; Tho' but to few an intimate profelt, I'd be no foe, nor useless to the rest : Each friend belov'd requires a friendly care, His griefs, dejections, and his fate to share ; For this my choice should be to bounds confin'd, Nor with a burst of pallion flood mankind.
Above the rest, one dear selected friend,
Kind to advise, and cautious to offend ;
To malice, envy, and to pride unknown,
Nor apt to censure foibles, but his own;
Firm in religion, in his morals just,
Wise in discerning, and advising best ;
Learn'd without pedantry, in temper kind,
Soft in his manners, happy in his mind;
Is there in whom, these social virtues blend,
The Muse lifps Pollio, and she calls him friend :
To him, when flush'd with transport I'd repair,
His faithful bosona should my solace share ;
To him I'd fly when sorrows prove too great,
To him discover all the stings of fate :
His focial foul, fhould all my pangs allay,
Tune every nerve, and charm my griefs away.
0, now I wish to join the friendly throng,
Elude the hours, and harmonize the song ;
Each generous soul till fedulous to please, ,
With calin good temper, and with mutual ease;
Glad to receive and give, the keen replyo
Nor approbation to the jelt deny,
But at a deceni hour with social heart,
In love, and humour should my friends depart :
Then to my study, eager I'd repair,
mind with new refreshment there ; There plung’d in thought, my active mind should tread. -1 Through all the labours of the learned dead;
Homer, great parent of heroic ftrains,
Virgil, whose genius was improv'd with pains ;
Horace, in whom the wit and courtier join'd,
Ovid, the tender, amorous, and refin'd ;
Keen Juvenal, whose all-correcting page,
Lash'd daring vice, and sham'd an impious age;
Expressive Lucan who politely sung
With hum'rous Martial tickling as he ftung: ;
Elaborate Terence, Audious where he smil'ching
Familiar Plautus, regularly wild ;
With frequent visit these I would furvey, ,
And read, and meditate the hours away..
Nor thefe alone, should on my shelves reclines
But awful Pope ! majefically thine,
Unequal”d Bard! Who duell thy praise engage?
Not yet grown
n'reverend with the rust of age ;
Şure Heav'n alone thy art unrival'd taught,
To think so well, so well express the thought;
What villain hears thee, but regrets the smart?
And tears the lurking demon from his heart ?
Virtue attends thee, with the belt applause
Conscious desert! great victor in her cause,
She faithful to thy worth, thy name shall grace,
Beyond all period, and beyond all space :
Go, shine a seraph and thy notes prolong
For angels only merit such a fong!
Hail Britain's genius, Milton ! deathless name! Bleft with a full fatiety of fame!
Who durst attempt impertinence of praise ?
Or fap infiduous thy eternal bays ?
For greater song, or more exalted fame,
Exceeds humanity to make, or claim.
These to peruse, I'd oft forget to dine,
And suck reflection from each mighty line,
Next Addifon's great labours should be join'd
Prais'd by all tongues and known to all mankind;
With Lyttleton the tender, and correct,
And copious Dryden, glorious in defect;
Nor would I leave, the great and pious Young,
Divinely fired, and sublime in song.
Next would I add the unaffected Gay,
And gentle Waller, with his flowing lay ;
Last nature-limning Thomson should appear,
Who link'd eternity within his year.
These for diversion, with the comic throng,
Should raise my fancy, and improve my fong;
Extend my view, 'till opening visions roll,
And all Piæria bursts upon my soul.
But to inform the mind, and mend the heart,
Great Tillotfon, and Butler, light impart;
Sagacious Newton, with all science blest,
And Locke, who always thought and reason'd bette
But lo! for real worth, and true desert, Exhauftlefs science, and extensive art,. Boerhaave superior ftands; in whom we finds The other saviour of diseas'd mankind ::