Good-Nature, the latter against Ill-Nature.

On GO O D-N A TU R E.

I.
TAIL cherub of the highest Heav’n,
Of look divine, and temper ev’n,

Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
Of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry praise the queen!

II.
Soft gracefulness, and blooming youth, .
Where, grafted on the stem of truth,

That friendship reigns, no interest can divide,
And great humility looks down on pride.

III.
Oh! curse on Slander's vip’rous tongue,
That daily dares thy merit wrong ;

Ideots' usurp thy title, and thy frame,
Without or virtue, talent, taste, or name.

IV. Is

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IV.

Is apathy, is heart of steel,
Nor ear to hear, nor sense to feel,

Life idly inoffensive such a grace,
That it shou'd steal thy name and take thy place ?

V.
No---thou art active---spirit all---
Swifter than light’ning, at the call

Of injur’d innocence, or griev'd desert,
And large with liberality's thy heart.

VI. Thy appetites in easy tides . (As reason's luminary guides)

Soft Aow---no wind can work them to a storm,
Correctly quick, dispassionately warm.

VII.
Yet if a transport thou canst feel
'Tis only for thy neighbours weal :

Great, generous acts thy ductile passions move,
And smilingly thou weep'st with joy and love.

VIII.
Mild is thy mind to cover shame,
Averse to envy, low to blame,

Bursting to praise, yet still fincere and free .
From flatt’ry's fawning tongue, and bending knee.

IX. Extensive,

IX.
Extensive, as from west to east,
Thy love descends from man to beast,

Nought is excluded little, or infirm,
Thou canst with greatness stoop to save a worm.

Come, goddess, come with all thy charms
For Oh! I love thee, to my arms---

All, all my actions guide, my fancy feed,
So shall existence then be life indeed.

· Against I L L-N A TUR E.

... 1.
FSPRING of folly and of pride, .

To all that's odious, all that's base allied;
Nurs’d up by vice, by pravity misled,
By pedant affectation taught and bred :

Away, thou hideous hell-born spright,
Go, with thy looks of..dark design, .

Sullen, sour, and faturnine ; : Fly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly light.

Thy planet was remote, when I was born; 'Twas Mercury that ruld my natal morn,

What time the sun exerts his genial ray, And ripens for enjoyment every growing day;

When to exist is but to love and fing, And sprightly Aries smiles upon the spring.

II.

There in yon lonesome heath, Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,

Where never vegetable drank the dew, Or beast, or fowl attempts tą breathe ;

Where Nature's pencil has no colours laid; But all is blank, and universal shade ;

Contrast to figure, motion, life and light, There may'st thou vent thy spight,

For ever cursing, and for ever curs’d, Of all th' infernal crew the worst;

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