"Thus when the earliest dawn of eastern light "Proclaims the finish'd empire of the night, "Hafte to the field, Achilles, nor difdain "To chace the foaming monster o'er the plain, "Or teach the untam'd steed to feel the rein; "Or let your car and arms your nerves prepare, "Or for Olympic games or future war :

Then, whether arts or glory fire your mind, "Will thoughts more generous rife, or more refin'd; "Aurora to the Mufes ftill is kind.

"At noon, a fimple short repaft be made ; "A shorter flumber in the cooling shade; "What's gay and light th' unbended mind employs, Or fports, or paft delights, or future joys. "But when the ev'ning-ftar begins to rife, "When Phoebus' fainting steeds forfake the skies, "Still cheerful at the well-spread board be found,

Amidst bright friends, and with fresh garlands crown'd, "While wine, and Thais with her voice and lyre, "Banish old forrows, and new joys infpire.

Thus when from toils of empire you are free, "Nor camp, nor council claim your liberty, "The morn to labour and the Muses give ; "At noon with temperance and quiet live ; "Ceres' and Bacchus' gifts at ev'ning prove ; "Divide the night with Somnus and with Love. "Thus, thus, Pelides, drive your cares away, Nor fear the evil, 'till the evil day.

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"What though on Simois' or Scamander's fhore,
"Far off from home, the Greeks your death deplore ?
"No matter where, or when; it once must be,
"And nothing can revoke the firm decree.

"Though Thetis' son, though third from mighty Jove, "Eternal monarch of the realms above,

"Nor Jove, nor Thetis, can your days recal, "Or for an hour defer your destin'd fall.

"Mean while a loofer rein to pleasure give : "Time flies in hafte, be you in hafte to live : "Seize on the precious minutes, as they fleet; "Your life, however fhort, will be compleat, "If at the fatal moment you can say,

"I've liv'd, and made the moft of every day!
"One precept more I fain would recommend,
"And then old Chiron's tedious leffons end.
"Learn, gen'rous prince, what's little understood,
"The godlike happiness of doing good.
"How glorious to defend, and to bestow !
"From nobler springs can human pleasure flow?
"A folid good which nothing can destroy,
"The best prerogative the great enjoy.

"For this, remember, monarchs first were made,
"For this, young prince, be lov'd, and be obey'd,
"At once yourself, and mighty nations blefs,
“ And make humanity your happiness.

"But now Aurora ufhers in the day,
"And fond, expecting Peleus chides your stay.
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"Go then, brave youth, where'er the Fates may call ; "Live with defign, and fearless wait thy fall.

"Whatever space of life the gods decree,

Thy name is ftill immortal; for I fee "More than another Peleus rife in thee.

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ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΕΑΥΤΟΝ.

Know

YOUR SELF.

By the late Dr. ARBUTHNOT.

HAT am I? how produc'd? and for what end?

WH

Whence drew I being? to what period tend?

Am I th' abandon'd orphan of blind chance,

Drop'd by wild atoms in diforder'd dance ?
Or from an endless chain of causes wrought,
And of unthinking fubftance, born with thought?
By motion which began without a cause,
Supremely wife, without defign or laws?
Am I but what I feem, mere flesh and blood;

A branching channel, with a mazy flood?

• Homer.

By Alexander, who had Homer's Iliad always with him, propofing Achilles for his example.

The

The purple ftream that through my, veffels glides,
Dull and unconfcious flows, like common tides:
The pipes through which the circling juices ftray,
Are not that thinking I, no more than they :
This frame compacted with tranfcendent skill,
Of moving joints obedient to my will,

Nurs'd from the fruitful glebe, like yonder tree,
Waxes and waftes; I call it mine, not me.
New matter still the mould'ring mass fuftains,
The manfion chang'd, the tenant still remains;
And from the fleeting ftream, repair'd by food,
Diftinct, as is the fwimmer from the flood.
What am I then? fure, of a nobler birth.
By parents right, I own as mother, earth;
But claim fuperior lineage by my SIRE,

Who warm'd th' unthinking clod with heavenly fire:
Effence divine, with lifeless clay allay'd,
By double nature, double instinct sway'd :
With look erect, I dart my longing eye,
Seem wing'd to part, and gain my native sky;
I ftrive to mount, but strive, alas! in vain,
Ty'd to this maffy globe with magic chain.
Now with swift thought I range from pole to pole,
View worlds around their flaming centers roll :
What steady powers their endless motions guide,
Through the fame trackless paths of boundless void!
I trace the blazing comet's fiery trail,

And weigh the whirling planets in a scale :

These godlike thoughts while eager I purfue,
Some glittering trifle offer'd to my view,
A gnat, an infect, of the meanest kind,
Erafe the new-born image from my mind;
Some beaftly want, craving, importunate,
Vile as the grinning mastiff at my gate,
Calls off from heav'nly truth this reas'ning me,
And tells me, I'm a brute as much as he.
If on fublimer wings of love and praise,
My foul above the starry vault I raise,
Lur'd by fome vain conceit, or shameful luft,
I flag, I drop, and flutter in the dust.
The tow'ring lark thus from her lofty ftrain,
Stoops to an emmet, or a barley grain.
By adverse gufts of jarring instincts toft,
I rove to one, now to the other coast;
To blifs unknown my lofty foul afpires,
My lot unequal to my vast defires.

As 'mongst the hinds a child of royal birth
Finds his high pedigree by conscious worth ;
So man, amongst his fellow brutes expos'd,
Sees he's a king, but 'tis a king depos'd.
Pity him, beafts! you by no law confin'd,
Are barr'd from devious paths by being blind;
Whilft man, through op'ning views of various ways
Confounded, by the aid of knowledge strays;
Too weak to choose, yet choofing still in hafte,
One moment gives the pleasure and diftafte;

Bilk'd