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• It holds all future things in doubt, ist * And, thexefore, wisely leaves then out: B
Suggesting, what is worth our care, : .* "To take things present as they are, T.
Our wisest Course: the rest is follys. : 29 • The fruit of spleen and melancholy.'
Sir,' quoth the Hermit, I agree • That Reason stilk our guide should be: nel And will admit her as the test
n • Of what is true, and what is best : * • But Reason sure would blush for shame so' • At what you mention in her name; tend • Her dictates are sublime and holy: DA • Impiety's the child of folly
SacaA • Reason, with measur'd steps and slow, ind * To things above from things belowjobA • Ascends, and guides us thro' ber sphere "With caution, vigilance, and care. Bitty By • Faith in the utmost frontier stands,. : * And Reason puts us in her hands; • But not till her commission giv'n ; ; • Is found authentic and from Heav'n...? • 'Tis strange that man, a reasoning creature, • Should miss a God in viewing nature :
Whose high perfections are display'd * In ev'ry thing his hands have made: : ' * E'en when we think their traces lost,
When found again, we see them most. ** • The Night itself, which you would blame, * "As something wrong in nature's frame,
• Is but a curtain to invest r ii • Her weary elhüdren, wlaen at rest : * Like that which matheesí draw to keep • The light off from a child asleep. • Besides, the fears, which darkness breeds • (At least augments) in vulgar heads,'i, • Are face fram useless, when the mind • Is narrow and to earth confin'd; et igen • They make the worldling think with pain • On frauds, and oaths, and ill-got gain ;i: Hi! • Force from the rufiliam's hand the knife: ;; * Just rais’d against his neighbour's life; in ..
And, in defence of virtue's cause, '; : • Assist each sanction of the laws: Then, . But souls serene, where wisdom dwells, :, • And superstitious dread expels, i • The silent majesty of Night.. • Excites to take a nobler flight, • With saints and angels to explore , indir • The wonders of creating pow'r; .. • And lifts on Contemplation's wings • Above the sphere of mortal things: · Walk forth, and tread those dewy plains • Where Night in awful silence reigns; • The sky's serene, the air is still, • The woods stand list’ning on each hill • To catch the sounds that sink and swellip • Wide-floating from the ev'ning bell, • While foxes howl, and beetles hum, • Sounds which make silence still more dumb:
• And try if folly, rash and rude, • Dare on the sacred hour intrude. • Then turn your eyes to Heav'n's broad frame,
Attempt to quote those lights by name • Which shine so thick, and spread so far; • Conceive a sun in ev'ry star; * Round which unnumber'd planets roll,
While comets shoot athwart the whole. • From system still to system ranging, • Their various benefits exchanging, * And shaking from their flaming hair • The things most needed ev'ry where.
Explore this glorious scene, and say • That Night discovers less than Day; · That 'tis quite useless, and a sign "That Chance disposes, not Design; • Whoe'er maintains it, I'll pronounce • Him, either mad, or else a dunce, • For Reason, tho' 'tis far from strong, • Will soon find out that nothing's wrong, • From signs and evidences clear, Of wise contrivance every where.'
The Hermit ended, and the Youth
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THE OLD MAN, HIS SON AND THE ASS.
s, it's FABLE XXX. v 1815
THE OLD MAN, HIS SON AND THE ASS
By Samuel Foote
Once on a time, a Son and Sire, we're told, *.;
; break : s Up gets the Boy, the Father leads the Ass,:. And thro' the gazing crowd attempts to pass. Forth from the throng the grey-beards hobble out, And hail the cavalcade with feeble shout : 1 • This the respect to reverend age you shew,
And this the duty you to parents owe ? • He beats the hoof, and you are set astride; Sirrah! get down, and let your father ride.? .
As well-bred lads are seldom void of grace, The decent, duteous Youth, resign'd his place. . Then a fresh murmur thro' the rabble ran,..... Boys, girls, wives, widows, all attack the man: .'.' • Sure never was brute beast so void of nature ! • Have you no pity for the pretty creature ? : - To your own baby can you be unkind ? ! Here>Suke, Bill, Betty-put the child behind.
Old Dapple next the clown's compassion claim'd ! + 'Tis wonderment them boobies ben't asham’d:
Two at a time upon the poor dumb beast! :)) • They might as well have carried him, at least.'-I
The pair, still pliant to the partial voice, Dismount, and bear the Ass--then, what a noise ! ) Huzzas, loud laughs, low gibe, and bitter joke, From the yet-silent Sire, these words. provoke: • Proceed, my boy, nor heed their further gall; • Vain his attempts, who strives to please them all.'';
As an Ant, of his talents superionly vain Was trotting with consequence over the plain A Womn, in his progress remarkably slow.. Cry'd, Bless your good worship whenever you go! . I hope your great mightiness wo’n't take it ille IM • I pay my, respects: with a hearty good will
With a look of contempts and impertinent, pridet * Begone, you wide reptile ! his. Antship neplied:
Go, go, and lamend your contemptible state; • Blut, first, look at me ; see nay limbs how complete !