V.

But let not man's imperfect views,
Prefume to tax wife Nature's laws :
'Tis his with filent joy to use

The indulgence of the fovereign caufe ;
Secure that from the whole of things
Beauty and good confummate springs,
Beyond what he can reach to know,
And that the Providence of heaven
Has fome peculiar bleffing given
To each allotted state below.

VI,

Ev'n now how sweet the wintery night
Spent with the old illuftrious dead:
While, by the taper's trembling light,
I feem the awful courfe to tread;
Where chiefs and legiflators lie,
Whofe triumphs move before my eye,
With every laurel fresh display'd:
While, charm'd, I rove in claffic song,
Or bend to Freedom's fearless tongue,
Or walk the academic fhade.

CON

III. To a Friend, unfuccefsful in Love,

195

XII. To Sir Francis Henry Drake, Baronet,

223

XIII. On Lyric Poetry,

226

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SECOND.

ODE I. The Remonftrance of Shakespeare, fup-

pofed to have been fpoken at the

VI. To William Hall, Efquire, with the

Works of Chaulieu,

265

VII. To the Right Reverend Benjamin

Lord Bishop of Winchester,

267

VIII.

271

IX. At Study,

X. To Thomas Edwards, Efquire, on the

late Edition of Mr. Pope's Works,

272

274

XI. To the Country Gentlemen of England,

XII. On recovering from a Fit of Sickness, in

the Country,

277

284

XIII. To the Author of Memoirs of the House