These thoughts, and chiefly thefe, thy mind should Employ thy study and engage thy love.

These are the rules which will to Virtue lead,

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And teach thy feet her heav'nly paths to tread; 130
This by his name I swear whofe facred lore

First to mankind explain'd the mystick Four,
Source of eternal Nature and almighty pow'r.

In all thou doft first let thy pray'rs afcend, 134
And to thy gods thy labours first commend; [end:
From them implore success, and hope a profp'rous
So fhall thy abler mind be taught to foar,
And Wisdom in her fecret ways explore;
To range thro' heav'n above and earth below
Immortal gods and mortal men to know:
So fhalt thou learn what pow'r does all control,
What bounds the parts and what unites the whole,
And rightly judge in all this wondrous frame
How univerfal Nature is the fame :

So fhalt thou ne'er thy vain affections place
On hopes of what shall never come to pass.

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Man, wretched Man! thou shalt be taught to know, Who bears within himself the inborn cause of wo.

Unhappy race! that never yet could tell

How near their good and happiness they dwell. 150
Depriv'd of fenfe they neither hear nor fee;
Fetter'd in vice they feek not to be free,

But ftupid to their own fad fate agree;

Like pond'rous rolling-ftones opprefs'd with ill,
The weight that loads them makes them roll on still,
Bereft of choice and freedom of the will;

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For native ftrife in ev'ry bofom reigns,
And fecretly an impious war maintains:
Provoke not this, but let the combat cease,
And ev'ry yielding paflion fue for peace.

Wouldst thou, great Jove! thou father of man-
Reveal the demon for that task affign'd, kind,
The wretched race an end of woes would find.
And yet he bold, O Man! divine thou art,
And of the gods' celeftial effence part;
Nor facred nature is from thee conceal'd,
But to thy race her myftick rules reveal'd :
Thefe if to know thou happily attain

Soon fhalt thou perfect be in all that I ordain,

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Thy wounded foul to health thou shalt reftore, 170
And free from ev'ry pain fhe felt before.

Abftain I warn from meats unclean and foul,
So keep thy body pure, fo free thy foul,
So rightly judge, thy reafon fo maintain,

Reafon which Heav'n did for thy guide ordain;
Let that beft reafon ever hold the rein.

Then if this mortal body thou forfake,
And thy glad flight to the pure ether take,
Among the gods exalted fhalt thou fhine,
Immortal, incorruptible, divine;

The tyrant Death fecurely fhalt thou brave,
And fcorn the dark dominion of the grave.

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HOR. LIB. II. ODE IV.

AD XANTHIAM,

I.

NE fit ancillæ tibi amor pudori,

Xanthia Phoceu: priùs infolentem
Serva Brifeis niveo colore

Movit Achillem.

II.

Movit Ajacem, Telamone natum,
Forma captivæ dominum Tecmefiæ:

Arfit Atrides medio in triumpho

Virgine raptâ :

III.

Barbare poftquam cecidere turmæ

Theffalo victore, et ademptus Hector
Tradidit feffis leviora tolli

Pergama Graiis.

IV.

Nefcias, en te generum beati

Phyllidis flava decorent parentes:
Regium certè genus, et Penates

Mæret iniquos.

V.

Crede non illam tibi de fcelefta

Plebe delectam : neque fic fidelem,
Sic lucro averfam potuiffe nasci
Matre pudendâ.

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Brachia et vultum, teretesque suras

Integer laudo; fuge fufpicari,

Cujus octavum trepidavit ætas

Claudere luftrum.

HOR. B. II. ODE IV. IMITATED.

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THE LORD GRIFFIN TO THE EARL OF SCARSDALE.

I.

Do not, moft fragrant Earl! disclaim
Thy bright thy reputable flame

Full many heroes fierce and keen

With drabs have deeply fmitten been
Altho' right good commanders,

Some who with you have Hounslow seen,
And fome who 've been in Flanders.

III.

Did not base Greber's Pegg* inflame
The fober Earl of Nottingham,

Of fober fire defcended?

That carelefs of his foul and fame

To playhouses he nightly came

And left church undefended.

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* Signora Francesco Marguareta de l'Epine, an Italian fong

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IV.

The monarch who of France is height,
Who rules the roast with matchless might
Since William went to heav'n,

Loves Maintenon, his lady bright,

Who was but Scarron's leaving.

V.

Tho' thy dear's father kept an inn
At grifly Head of Saracen
For carriers at Northampton,

Yet the might come of gentler kin
Than e'er that father dreamt on.

VI.

Of proffers large her choice had she,
Of jewels, plate, and land in fee,
Which the with fcorn rejected;
And can a nymph fo virtuous be
Of bafe born blood fufpected?

VII.

Her dimple cheek and roguish eye,
Her flender waift and taper thigh,
I always thought provoking;
But faith tho' I talk waggishly

I mean no more than joking.

VIII.

Then be not jealous, Friend! for why?
My lady Marchioness is nigh
To fee I ne'er fhould hurt ye;
Befides you know full well that I
Am turn'd of five-and-forty.

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