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Triumphs which more than Victories will pleafe,
Of learned Leifure, and improving Ease :
In various Verfe fhill various Pleasure show,
And make dull Life worth living for below.
Plump Bacchus, and the Patronefs of Corn,
Shall with full Canifters the Feast adorn.
The generous Grape, and golden Grain shall pour,
And rain promifcuous Fruits, a plenteous Shower.
Chiefly the turgid and luxuriant Vine,

On laughing Hills fhall wantonly recline:
Then fhall in matrimonial League be ty'd
The loving Bridegroom and the longing Bride,
In lawful Kiffes their fweet Hours employ,
And court the Combat of the Cyprian Boy.

And, for their beauteous Child, with grateful Tongue
Shall blefs the Mufe, who fo divinely fung.

Our Armours now may ruft, our idle Scimitars
Hang by our Sides for Ornament not Use:
Children fhall beat our Atabals and Drums;
And all the noify Trades of War no more
Shall wake the peaceful Morn.

Nor fhall Sebaftian's formidable Name

Be longer us'd to lull the crying Babe. Dryl Don. Seb.

PHAE TO N.

Exceeding fhone, like Phoebus' faireft childe,
That did prefume his Father's firie waine,

And flaming mouthes of Steeds unwonted wild,.
Thro' highest Heaven with weaker hand to ruine;
Proud of fuch glory and advancement vaine,

While flashing beames doe daze his feeble eyen,
He leaves the wilkin way most beaten plaine,

And wrapt with whirling wheelesen flame the skyen
With fire not made to burn, but fairly for to thine.

PHILOSOPHER and PHILOSOPHY.
Happy the Man! alone thrice happy he,
Who can thro' grofs Effects their Caufes fee:

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Whofe Courage from the Deeps of Knowledge springs, Nor vainly fears inevitable Things :

But does his Walk of Virtue calmly go,

Thro' all th' Alarms of Death and Hell below.

He his study bent

To cultivate his Mind; to learn the Laws

(Cowl. Virg.

Of Nature, and explore their hidden Cause. Dryd.Ovid. He, tho' from Heav'n remote, to Heav'n could move With Strength of Mind, and tread th' Abyss above : And penetrate with his interior Light

Thofe upper Depths, which Nature hid from Sight. And what he had obferv'd and learnt from thence, Lov'd in familiar Language to difpenfe.

The Crowd with filent Admiration ftand,

And heard him as they heard their God's Command;
When he difcours'd of Heav'n's myfterious Laws,
The World's Original and Nature's Cause :
And what was God and why the fleecy Snows
In Silence fell, and rattling Winds arose.
What shook the ftedfaft Earth, and whence begun
The Dance of Planets round the radiant Sun.
If Thunder was the Voice of angry Jove;

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Or Clouds, with Nitre pregnant,burst above. Dryd.Ovid.
Some few, whofe Lamps fhone brighter, have been
From Caufe to Caufe to Nature's fecret Head :
And found that one first Principle must be,
But What, or Who, that Univerfal He;
Whether fome Soul, incompafling this Ball,
Unmade, unmov'd, yet making, moving all:
Or various Atoms interfering Dance
Leap'd into Form, the noble Work of Chance:
Or this great All was from Eternity,
Not ev❜n the Stagyrite himself could fee,
And Epicurus ghefs'd as well as He.
As blindly grop'd they for a future State.
As rafhly judg'd of Providence and Fate.

But

But leaft of all could their Endeavours find
What most concern'd the Good of Human-kind;
For Happiness was never to be found,

But vanish'd from them like enchanted Ground.
One thought Content the Good to be enjoy'd;
This, ev'ry little Accident destroy'd :
The wiser Madmen did for Virtue toil ;
A thorny, or at beft a barren Soil:

In Pleafure fome their Glutton Souls would fteep,
But found their Line too fhort, the Well too deep,
And leaky Veffels, which no Blifs could keep.
Thus anxious Thoughts in endless Circles roul,
Without a Centre where to fix the Soul.

In this wild Maze their vain Endeavours end,
How can the lefs the greater comprehend?
Or finite Reason reach Infinity?

For what could fathom God, were more than he.
(Dryd. Rel. Laici.
'Tis pleasant fafely to behold from Shore,

The rowling Ship; and hear the Tempest roar :
Not that another's Pain is our Delight,
But Pains unfelt produce the pleasing Sight,
'Tis pleafant alfo to behold from far,

The moving Legions mingled in the War:
But much more sweet thy lab'ring Steps to guide,
To Virtue's Heights, with Wisdom well fupply'd,
And all the Magazines of Learning fortify'd.
From thence to look below on human Kind
Bewilder'd in the Maze of Life, and blind.
O wretched Man! in what a Mift of Life,
Inclos'd with Dangers, and with noify Strife,
He spends his little Span; and overfeeds

His cramm'd Defires with more than Nature needs!
For Nature wifely ftints our Appetite,

And craves no more than undisturb'd Delight;

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Which Minds unmix'd with Cares, and Fears, obtain ; A Soul ferene, a Body void of Pain.

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But just as Children are furpriz'd with Dread,
And tremble in the Dark, fo riper Years

Ev'n in broad Day-light are poffefs'd with Fears:
And shake at Shadows, fanciful and vain

As those which in the Breafts of Children reign.
Thefe Bug-bears of the Mind, this inward Hell,
No Rays of outward Sun-fhine can difpell;
But Nature and right-Reason must display

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Their Beams abroad, and bring the darkfom Soul to
Oh! if the foolish Race of Man, who find

A Weight of Cares ftill preffing on their Mind,
Could find as well the Caufe of this Unreft,
And all this Burden lodg'd within the Breaft;
Sure they would change their Courfe; not live as now,
Uncertain what to wish, or what to vow.
Uneafy both in Country, and in Town,
They fearch a Place to lay their Burthen down.
One reftlefs in his Palace, walks abroad,

And vainly thinks to leave behind the Load;
But ftraight returns; for he's as reftlefs there,
And finds there's no Relief in open Air.
Another to his Villa would retire;

And fpurs as hard as if it were on fire;
No fooner enter'd at his Country Door,
But he begins to stretch, and yawn, and fnore,
Or feeks the City, which he left before.
Thus every Man o'er-works his weary Will,
To fhun himself, and to fkake off his Ill;
The fhaking Fit returns and hangs upon him ftill.
No Profpect of Repofe, nor Hope of Eafe;
The Wretch is Ignorant of his Disease ;

Which known, would all his fruitlefs Trouble fpare;
For he would know the World not worth his Care.
Then would he fearch more deeply for the Caufe ;
And ftudy Nature well, and Nature's Laws.

(Dryd. Lucret.

Natural

Natural Philofophy.

In all her Mazes Nature's Face they view'd,
And as fhe difappear'd, they ftill purfu'd :
Wrapt in the Shades of Night the Goddess lies,
Yet to the Learn'd unveils her dark Disguise,
But fhuns the grofs Accefs of vulgar Eyes.
They find her dubious now, and then as plain;
Here he's too fparing, there profufely vain:
Now the unfolds the faint and dawning Strife
Of infant Atoms, kindling into Life:
How ductile Matter new Meanders takes,
And flender Trains of twifting Fibres makes.
And how the viscous feeks a clofer Tone,
By just Degrees to harden into Bone;

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Whilft the more loose flow from the vital Urn;
And in full Tides of purple Streams return.
How lambent Flames from Life's bright Lamp arife,
And dart in Emanations thro' the Eyes:
How from each Sluice a gentle Torrent pours,
To flake a fev'rifh Heat with ambient Show'rs.
Whence their mechanick Pow'rs the Spirits claim
How great their Force, how delicate their Frame;
How the fame Nerves are fashion'd to fuftain
The greatest Pleasure, and the greatest Pain.
Why bilous Juice a golden Light puts on,
And Floods of Chyle in filver Currents run-
How the dim Speck of Entity began.
To work its brittle Being up to Man.
To how minute an Origin we owe
Young Ammon, Cafar, and the great Naffau,
Why paler Looks impetuous Rage proclaim,
And why chill Virgins redden into Flame.
Why Envy oft transforms with wan Difguife,
And why gay Mirth fits fmiling in the Eyes.
All Ice, why Lucrece; or Sempronia, Fire,
Why S rages to furvive Defire.

Whence Milo's Vigour at th' Olympicks shown,
Whence Tropes to F-ch, or Impudence to S.

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