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I ABLE TALK
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Expoftulation
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145 Conversation

173 Retirement

207 The Doves . - -. 239 A Fable

247 A Comparison Another ...

244 Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Sel

kirk, during his solitary Abode in the Island of Juan Fernandes

ibid On the Promotion of EDWARD THURLOW,

Esq. to the Lord High Chancellorship of . . England

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249 Human Frailty

- .. 250 The Modern Patriot On observing some Names of little Note recorded . in tbe BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA 253

Report

Ode to Peace

TABLE TAL K.

Si te fortè mece gravis uret sarcina chartt
Abjicito.

Hor.Lib. I. Epis. 13...

OU told me, I remember, glory built
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt ;
The deeds that men admire as half divine,
Stark naught; because corrupt in their design.
Strange doctrine this! that without fcruple tears
The laurel that the very lightning spares,
Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

B. I grant, that men continuing what they are,
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war. It
And never meant the rule should be applied
To him that fights with justice on his side.
Vol. I.

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Let

: Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnaffian dews,
Reward his mem’ry, dear to ev'ry muse,
Who, with a courage of unshaken root,
In honour's field advancing his firm foot,
Plants it upon the line that justice draws,
And will prevail or perish in her cause.
'Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes
His portion in the good that heav'n bestows,
And when recording history displays
Feats of renown, though wrought in antient days,
Tells of a few stout hearts that fought and dy'd
Where duty plac'd them, at their country's fide ;
The man that is not mov'd with what he reads,
That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
Is base in kind and born to be a slave.

But let eternal infamy pursue
'The wretch to nought but his ambition true,
Who, for the sake of filling with one blast
The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock,
To see a pcoplc scatter'd like a flock,
Some rojal mastiff panting at their heels,
With all the savage thirst a tyger feels ;
Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette,
Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet ;

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