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ARIA, now.your race is run

Through gliding years to twenty-one.
That pleasing day salutes your eyes,
For which the fair so often sighs,
While mistress of herself she seems,
Amidst a thousand golden dreams.

But you, Maria, taught to know
How frail is happiness below,
Will meditate on moments fled,
Irrevocable o'er

You'll think, with life's short scene in view,,
How precious time, how feeble you,
How quickly the revolving fun
Has led you on to twenty-one.

Accept these warmest wishes, penn'd
Not by a flatterer, but a friend.
To you may each returning year?
With an increasing bliss appear ;
And while your earthly joys renew, ,
Still keep a better scene in view;
That you, when life's weak flame is done, -
May think in peace on twenty-one..



S E C T.



IF you, Belinda, would poffels

Enchanting beauty's richest dress,
Humility, that filent grace,
Must hold the mirror to your face;
And meek Benevolence supply
The tear benign to wash your eye.
Let Cheerfulness your lips adorn
With brighter dew than decks the morn;
While sweet Contentment shall bestow
Her smiles to smooth the wrinkled brow.
Let mildest Truth your voice inspire
With fofter sounds than Orpheus' lyre;
And calm Attention on your ear
The brightest ornament appear.
Good Humour o'er the whole shall shine,

every other charm refine.
Let Innocence, with purest white,
Spread o'er your cheeks the tincture bright;
And Modesty, the fair one's friend,
Her rouge to all your graces lend.

When bright Aurora paints the skies,
Thus from your toilet daily rise:
Adorn'd in such complete array
For all the visits of the day,
Though Envy sneer, and Folly ftare,
You'll shine the fairejt of the fair.



$ E C T.




ORDER is Heav’n’s first law; and this confeft

Some and must be, greater than the reft,
More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence,
That such are happier, shocks all common sense.

Heav'n to mankind impartial we confess,
If all are equal in their happiness:
But mutual wants this happiness increase;
All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in fubject or in king;
In who obtain defence, or who defend,
In him who is, or him who finds a friend:
Heav'n breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole
One common blessing, as one common soul.
But fortune's gifts if each alike poffeft,
And each were equal, must not all conteft?
If then to all men happiness was meant,
God in externals could not place content.. ;

Fortune her gifts may variously dispose,
And these be happy callid, unhappy those ;
But Heavon's juft balance equal will appear,
While those are plac'd in hope, and these in fear::
Not present good or ill, the joy or curse,
But future views of better or of worse.

Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise,
By mountains pild on mountains, to the skies!
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.


Know all the good that individuals find, Or God and Nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence. But Health consists with Temperance alone; And Peace, oh Virtue! Peace is all thy own. The good or bad the gifts of fortune gain ; But these less taste them, as they worse obtain.

Say, in pursuit of profit or delight, Who risk the most, that take wrong means or right? Of Vice or Virtue, whether bleft or curst, Which meets contempt, or which compassion first?: Count all th? advantage prosp'rous Vice attains, Tis but what Virtue flies from and difdains : And grant the bad what happiness they would, One they must want, which is, to páss for good.




WHAT nothing earthly gives or can destroy;

The foul's calm funshine, and the heart-felt joy, 13 Virtue's prize: a better would you fix? Then give Humility a coach and fix; Justice a conqu’ror's sword, or Truth a gown, Or Public Spirit its great cure, a crown. Weak, foolish Man! will Heav'n reward us there With the same trash mad mortals wish for here?


The boy and man an individual makes,
Yet figh'ft thou now for apples and for cakes?
Go, like the Indian, in another life
Expect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife;
As well as dream such trifles are assign'd,
As toys and empires for a godlike mind;
Rewards, that either would to virtue bring
No joy,' or be destructive of the thing:
How oft by these at fixty are undone
The virtues of a saint at twenty-one!

To whom can riches give repute, or trust,
Content, or pleasure, but the good and just ?
Judges and fenates have been bought for gold ;
Esteem and low were never to be sold.
Oh fool! to think God hates the worthy mind,
The lover, and the love of human kind,
Whose life is healthful, and whose conscience clear,
Because he wants a thousand pounds a year.


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-To dazzle let the vain design;
To raise the thought, and touch the heart be thine!
That charm fhall grow, while what fatigues the rings
Flaunts and goes down an unregarded thing:
So when the sun's broad beam has tir'd the fight,
All mild ascends the moon's more sober light;
Serene in virgin modesty she shines,
And unobserv!d the glaring orb declines.


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