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should have avoided their censure. | The heat that offended them is the ardour of conviction, I and that zeal for the service of my country | which neither hope nor fear | shall influence me to suppress.
I will not sit unconcerned | while my liberty is invaded, I nor look in silence upon public robbery. | I will exert my endeavours, at whatever hazard, I to repel the aggressor, I and drag the thief to justice, I what power soever may protect the villany, I and whoever may partake of the plunder. I
(AKENSIDE.) From heaven my strains begin; from heaven descends The flame of genius to the human breast, I And love, and beauty, and poetic joy, And inspiration. | Ere the radiant sun Sprang from the east, I or 'mid the vault of night | The moon suspended her serener lamp ; | Ere mountains, woods, or streams adorn'd the globe, I Or Wisdom taught the sons of men her lore; | Then lived the Almighty ONE; I then, deep retired, In his unfathom’d essence, I view'd the forms, | The forms eternal of created things; The radiant sun, the moon's nocturnal lamp, I The mountains, woods, and streams, | the rolling globe, I And Wisdom's mien celestial.
From the first Of days, I on them his love divine he fix'd, 1 His admiration : I till, in time complete, What he admired and loved, his vital smile Unfolded into being. Hence the breath Of life informing each organic frame, Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves ; | Hence light and shade alternate; I warmth and cold, 1 And clear autumnal skies, and vernal showers, And all the fair variety of things. I
But not alike to every mortal eye
But some to higher hopes
With thought beyond the limit of his frame, |
Else wherefore burns
The high-born soul |
Sweeps the long tract of day. | Then high she soars
Now amazed she views
There her hopes Rest at the fatal goal : ) for, from the birth Of mortal man, I the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of renown, Power's purple robes, | nor Pleasure's flowery lap, ! The soul should find enjoyment ; | but, from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Thro' all the ascent of things enlarge her view, | Till every bound at length should disappear, And infinite perfection close the scene. I
[A CONVERSATIONAL PLEASANTRY.]
(FRANKLIN.) Some wit of old — such wits of old there were, I Whose hints show'd meaning, I whose allusions care, By one brave stroke, I to mark all human kind, Calld clear blank paper ev'ry infant mind ; | Where, still, as opening sense her dictates wrote, I Fair Virtue put a seal, | or Vice, a blot.) The thought was happy, pertinent, and true; / Methinks a genius might the plan pursue. | I can you pardon my presumption ?), I, No wit
, no genius, 1 yet, for once, will try. I Various the paper, various wants produce ; 1 The wants of fashion | elegance, and use. I Men are as various;and if right I scan, Each sort of paper / represents some man. | Pray note the fop, I half powder and half lace; | Nice, as a band-box were his dwelling place; | He's the gilt-paper, which apart you store, And lock from vulgar hands in the scrutoire. Mechanics, servants, farmers, and so forth, Are copy-paper, I of inferior worth ;] Less priz'd, I more useful, | for your desk decreed ; 1 Free to all pens, and prompt at ev'ry need. The wretch, whom avarice bids to pinch and spare, Starve, cheat, and pilfer, to enrich an heir, Is coarse brown paper, I such as pedlars choose | To wrap up wares, / which better men will use. Take next the miser's contrast, ! who destroys | Health, fame, and fortune, in a round of joys;