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Good-Nature, the latter against Ill-Nature.
On GO O D-N A TU R E.
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
That friendship reigns, no interest can divide,
Ideots' usurp thy title, and thy frame,
Is apathy, is heart of steel,
Life idly inoffensive such a grace,
Of injur’d innocence, or griev'd desert,
VI. Thy appetites in easy tides . (As reason's luminary guides)
Soft Aow---no wind can work them to a storm,
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions move,
Bursting to praise, yet still fincere and free .
Nought is excluded little, or infirm,
Come, goddess, come with all thy charms
All, all my actions guide, my fancy feed,
· Against I L L-N A TUR E.
To all that's odious, all that's base allied;
Away, thou hideous hell-born spright,
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.
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;