Diftant alike from each, to neither lean, But ever keep the happy GOLDEN ΜΕΑΝ. In what to God, to Man, or to my felf I owe? From Morning's Dawn 'till Ev'ning's Gloom, has paft. And let thy Soul with strong Remorse be torn. Thefe Thoughts and chiefly thefe thy Mind fhould move, Employ thy Study, and engage thy Love. Thefe are the Rules which will to Virtue lead,' From them implore Succefs, and hope a profp'rous End, D 2 So fhall thy abler Mind be taught to foar, So fhalt thou learn what Pow'r does all controul, So fhalt thou ne'er thy vain Affections place Man, wretched Man, thou shalt be taught to know, Who bears within himself the inborn Caufe of Woe. Unhappy Race! that never yet could tell How near their Good and Happiness they dwell. Like pond'rous Rolling-ftones, opprefs'd with Ill, Provoke not THIS, but let the Combat ceafe, And ev'ry yielding Paffion fue for Peace. Wouldst thou, great Jove, thou Father of Mankind, Reveal the Demon for that Task affign'd, Thefe Thefe if to know thou happily attain, Soon fhalt thou perfect be in all that I ordain. Abstain, I warn, from Meats unclean and foul, Then if this mortal Body thou forfake, The Tyrant Death fecurely fhalt thou brave, } A D 3 |