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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.
'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!
SHEPHERD Is PHILOSOPHER.
JS-EMOTE from cities Uv'd a fwain,
A deep Philofopher (whofe rules
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
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,
Thy fame is just, the iage replies;
CONTEMPLATION ON NIGHT.
^WHETHER amid the gloom of Night I stray,
When the gay fun sirst breaks the shades of Night,
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,