IV.

The midnight reveller's intemperate bowl,
To rage and riot fires his furious brain;
Remorfe enfues, and agony of foul,

His future life condemn'd to ceafeless pain: Gout, fever, ftone, to madness heighten grief; And temperance, call'd too late, affords him no relief.

V.

He whofe hot blood excites to dangerous joy,

And headlong drives to seek the lewd embrace, Startled at length, fhall in his face defcry The mark indelible of foul difgrace:

Ulcers obfcene corrode his akeing bones;

And his high raptures change to deep-felt fighs and

The wild extravagant, whofe thoughtless hand,
With lavish taftelefs pride, commits expence;
Ruin'd, perceives his waining age demand
Sad reparation for his youth's offence:

Upbraiding riot points to follies past,
Presenting hollow want, fit fucceffor to wafte.

VII.

He too, whofe high prefuming health defies Th'almighty hand of heaven to pull him down; Who flights the care and caution of the wife,

Nor fears hot fummer's rage, nor winter's frown:

Some trifling ail fhall feize this mighty man;
Blaft all his boafted ftrength, rack every nerve with pain.

VIII

Thus nature's God inflicts, by nature's law,

On every crime its proper punishment; Creating Pain to keep mankind in awe,

:

And moral ills by phyfical prevent:

In wrath ftill gracious; claiming ftill our praise, Ev'n in those very groans our chastisements fhall raife.

IX.

But left the feeble heart of fuffering man

Too low fhould fink beneath the keen diftrefs; Lest fell despair, in league with cruel pain,

Should drive him defperate in their wild excefs; Kind HOPE her daughter PATIENCE fent from high, Toeafe the labouring breast,and wipe the trickling eye.

X.

Hail, mild divinity! calm PATIENCE, hail! Soft-handed,. meek-ey'd maid, yet whose firm breath,

And strong perfwafive eloquence prevail

Against the rage of pain, the fear of death: Come, lenient beauty, fpread thy healing wing, And smooth my restless couch, whilft I thy praises fing.

XI.

In all this toilfome round of weary life,

Where dulnefs teazes, or pert noise affails;
Where trifling follies end in ferious ftrife,
And money purchases where merit fails;

What honeft fpirit would not rife in rage,
If Patience lent not aid his paffion to affwage?

XII.:

No ftate of life but muft to Patience bow:

The tradesman must have Patience for his bill; He must have Patience who to law will go,

And should he lose his right, more Patience still. Yea, to prevent or heal full many à ftrife,

How oft, how long muft man have Patience with his wife?

XIII.

But heav'n grant Patience to the wretched wight, Whom pills, and draughts, and bolusses affail! Which he must swallow down with all his might; Ev'n then when health, and strength, and spirits

fail.

Dear doctors, find fome gentler ways to kill ; Lighten this load of drugs, contract yon length of bill.

XIV.

When the dull, prating, loud, long-winded dame, Her tedious, vague, unmeaning tale repeats; Perplex'd and wand'ring round and round her theme,

Till loft and puzzled, she all theme forgets; Yet ftill talks on with unabating speed;

Good gods! who hears her out, must Patience have

indeed.

XV.

So when fome grave, deep-learned, found divine
Afcends the pulpit, and unfolds his text:
Dark and more dark grows what he would define,
And every fentence more and more perplext ;

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Yet

Yet ftill he blunders on the fame blind course,

Teaching his weary'd hearers Patience upon forces

XVI.

Without firm Patience who could ever bear
The great man's levee, watching for a smile?
Then, with a whisper'd promife in his ear,

Wait its accomplishment a long, long while; Yet thro' the bounds of Patience if he burft, DANIEL'S long weeks of years may be accomplish'd firft.

XVII.

O Patience! guardian of the temper'd breaft, Against the infolence of pride and power; Against the wit's keen fneer, the fool's dull jeft; Against the boafter's lye, told o're and oe'r;

To thee this tributary lay I bring,

By whose firm aid impower'd, in raging Pain I fing.

B

KITTY. A Paftoral.

I.

ENEATH a cool fhade, by the fide of a ftream,
Thus breath'd a fond fhepherd, his KITTY his
theme:

Thy beauties comparing, my dearest, said he,
There's nothing in nature fo lovely as thee.

II.

Tho' diftance divides us, I view thy dear face,
And wander in transport o'er every grace;
Now, now I behold thee, fweet-fmiling and pretty,
O gods! you've made nothing fo fair as my KITTY!

III.

Come, lovely idea, come fill my fond arms,
And whilst in foft rapture I gaze on thy charms,
The beautiful objects which round me arise,
Shall yield to thofe beauties that live in thine eyes.

IV.

Now FLORA the meads and the groves does adorn,
With flowers and bloffoms on every thorn;
But look on my KITTY!-there fweetly does blow,
A fpring of more beauties than FLORA can fhow.

V.

See, fee how that rofe there adorns the gay bufh,
And proud of its colour, wou'd vie with her blush.
Vain boafter thy beauties fhall quickly decay,
She blushes and fee how it withers away.

-VI.

Obferve that fair lily, the pride of the vale,

In whiteness unrivall'd, now droop and look pale ; It fickens, and changes its beautiful hue,

And bows down its head in fubmiffion to you.