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If youthful fancy might its choice purfuc,
And act as natural reason prompts it to
If inclination could difpofe our fate,
And human will might govern future fate ;
Remote from grandeur, I'd be humbly wise,
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 fhow.
But in these walls, where Heav'n has fix'd my stay,
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 form,
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 modest dome should claim,
Neat and genteel without, within the fame;
Decently furnish'd to content and please,
Sufficient for necessity, and ease;
Vain is the pomp of prodigal expence,
Frugality denotes the man of sense ;
My doors the needy stranger should befriend,
And hofpitality my board attend ;
With frugal plenty be my table spread,
Those, and those only whom I love be fed :
The meck 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 fele&ted friend,
Kind to advise, and cautious to offend ;
To malice, envy, and to pride unknown,
to censure foibles, but his own ;
Firm in religion, in his morals just,
Wise in difcerning, 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 the calls him friend :
To him, when flush'd with transport I'd repair,
His faithful bosoma should my solace share ;
To him I'd fly when sorrows prove too great,
To him discover all the Atings of fate :
His social foul, should all my pangs allay,
Tune every nerve, and charm my griefs away.
O, now I wish to join the friendly throng,
Elude the hours, and harmonize the song;
Each generous soul ftill fedulous to please,
With calm good temper, and with mutual ease;
Glad to receive and give, the keen replx.
Nor approbation to the jest deny,
But at a decent hour with social heart,
In love, and humour should my friends depart:
Then to my study, eager I'd repair,
And feait my mind with new refreshment there ;
There plung'd in thought, my active mind should tread.
Through all the labours of the learned dead ;
Ilomer, 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 refind;
Keen Juvenal, whose all-correcting page,
Lalu'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'dling
Familiar Plautus, regularly wild ;
With frequent visit these I would furvey,
And read, and meditate the hours
Nor thefe alone, should on my shelves reclines
But awful Pope ! majefically thine,
Unequalod Bard ! Who durf thy praise engage?
Not yet grown'reverend with the ruft of age ;
Şure Heav'n alone thy, art unrival'd taught,
To think so well, fo 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 applaufe
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 mcrit such a long !
Hail Britain's genius, Milton ! deathless, name! Bleft with a full fariety of faire !
Who durit 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 defe&t;
Nor would I leave, the great and pious Young,
Divinely fired, and sublime in fong.
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 song ;
Extend my view, 'till opening visions roll,
And all Piæria bursts upon my
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 beft,
But lo! for real worth, and true desert,
Exhauftlefs science, and extensive art,.
Boerhaave fuperior ftands; in whom we find.
The other. saviour of diseas'd mankind ::