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"Nay, in his verfes, as a friend,

"I still found fomething to commend,

"Sir, I excu>'d, his Nut-brown Maid,

"Whatever feverer critics faid:

"Too far, I own, the girl was try'd 1

"The women all were on fay side,

"For Alma I return'd him thanks;

"I lik'd her with her little pranks:

"Indeed, poor Solomon in rhyme

"Was much too grave to be fublime/*

Pindar and Damon fcorn transition.
So on he ran a new division;
Till, out os breath, he turn'd to fpit;
(Chance often helps us more than wit.)
T'other that lucky moment took,
Just nickM the time, broke in, and fpoke.

'Of all the gifts the gods assord

* (If we may take old Tully's word)

■ The greatest is a friend; whofe love

* Knows how to praife, and when reprove;

* From fuch a treafure never part,

'But hang the jewel on your heart:

■ And, pray, Sir, (it delights me) tell;

* You know this Author mighty well?'

"Know him! d'ye question it? Ods-sifh 1 "Sir, does a beggar know his dim? "I lovM him; as I told you, I "Advis'd him—" Here a stauder-by TwichM Damon gently by the cloke, And ihus, unwilling, silence broke: 'Damon, 'tis time we should retire: * The man you talk with 13 Mat Prior.*

Patron through life, and from thy birth my friends Dorfet! to thee, this Fable let me fend: With Damon's lightnefs weigh thy folid worth: The foil is known to fet the diamond forth: Let the feign'd tale this real moral give, • How Many Damons, how Few Dorfets, live!



JS-EMOTE from cities Uv'd a fwain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him fage:
In fummer's heat, and winter's cold,
He fed his flock, and penn'd the fold;
His hours in cheerful labour flew,
Nor envy nor ambition knew:
His wisdom and his honest fame
Through all the country rais'd his name.

A deep Philofopher (whofe rules
Of moral life were drawn from fchools)
The Shepherd's homely cottage fought,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought:

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books confum'd the midnight oil?
Hast thou old Greece, and Rome furvey'd?
And the vast fenfe of Plato weigh'd?

Hath Socrates thy foul resin'd;

And hast thou fathom'd Tully's mind?

Or, like the wife Ulysses, thrown

By various fates on realms unknown?

Hast thou through many cities siray'd,

Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd

The Shepherd modestly reply'd: I ne'er the paths of learning try'd; Nor have t rpamM in foreign parts, To read mankind, their laws, and aits; For man is practisM in difguife, He cheats the most difcerning eyes; Who hy that fearch shall wifer grow. When we ourfelves can never know? The little knowledge I have gain'd, Was all from fimple Nature d/ain'd; Hence my life's maxims took their rife, Hence grew my fettled hate to vice. The daily lahours of the Bee Awake my foul to industry. Who can ohferve the careful Ant, And not provide for future want? My Dog (the trustiest of his kind) With gratitude inflames my mind: J mark his true, his faithful way, And in my fervice copy Tray. In constancy and nuptial love, I learn my duty from the Dove. The Hen, who from the chilly air, With pious wing protects her care; And ev'ry fowl that flies at large Instructs me in a parent's charge*

From Nature too 1 take my rule,
To fliun contempt and ridicule;
J never, with important air,
la converfation over-bear,
Can grave and formal pafs for wife,
AVhea men the folemn Owl defpife?
My tongue within my lips I rein,
Foe who talks much must talk in vain:
We from the wordy torrent fly;
liVlio listens to the chatt'ring Pye?
Nor would I with felonious flight,
By fealth invade-my neighbour's right,
Kapaeious animals we hate:
Kites, hawkes, and wolves deserve their fate.
Do not we just abhorrence sind
Against the toad and ferpent kind?
But envy, calumny, and fpite,
Bear stronger venom in their bite.
Thus ev'ry object of creation
Can furniih hints to contemplation;
And from the most minute and mean,
A virtuous mind can morals glean.

Thy fame is just, the iage replies;
Thy virtue proves thee truly wife-
Pride often guides the author's pen;
Uooks as affected are as men:
But he who studies Nature's laws,
From certain truth his maxims draws;
And thofe, without our fchools, fufsice
To wake men moral, good, aud wife.


^WHETHER amid the gloom of Night I stray,
Or my glad eyes enjoy revolving day,
Still Nature's various face informs my fenfe
Of an all-wife, all-powerful Providence.

When the gay fun sirst breaks the shades of Night,
And strikes the distant eastern hills with light,
Colour returns, the plains their liv'ry wear,
And a bright verdure clothes the fmiling year;
The blooming flow'rs with op'ning beauties glow,
And grazing flocks their milky fleeces lhow;
The barren clisss with chalky fronts arife,
And a pure azure arches o'er the Ikies.
But when the gloomy reign of Night returns,
Stript of her fliding pride, all nature mourns:
The trees no more their wonted verdure boast,
But weep, in dewy tears their beauty lost;
No distant landfcapes draw our curious eyes,
Wrapt in Night's robe the whole creation lies:
Yet still, e'en now, while darknefs clothes the land,
We view the traces of th' Almighty hand;
Millions of stars in hcav'n's wide vault appear,
And with new glories hang the boundlefs fphere:
The silver Moon her western couch forfakes,
And o'er the lkies her nightly circle makes;

Her folid globe beats back the funny rays, And to the world her borrow'd light repays.

Whether thofe stars, that twinkling lustre fend, Are funs, and rolling worlds thofe fuaa attend,

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