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Mark well the finish'd plan without a fault,
The seas globose and huge, th' o'erarching vault,
Earth's millions daily fed, a world employ'd,
In gath'ring plenty yet to be enjoy’d.
Till gratitude grew vocal in the praise

555 Of God beneficent in all his

ways; Grac'd with such wisdom, how would beauty shine ? Ye want but that to seem indeed divine.

Anticipated rents, and bills unpaid,
Force many a shining youth into the shade,

Not to redcem his time, but his estate,
And play the fool, but at a cheaper rate.
There, hid in loth'd obscurity, remov'd
From pleasures left, but never more belov'd,
He just endures, and with a sickly spleen

565 Sighs o'er the beauties of the charming scene; Nature indeed looks prettily in rliyme; Streams tinkle sweetly in poetick chime; 'The warblings of the blackbird, clear and strong, Are musical enough in 'Thomson's

song ;

570 And Cobham's groves, and Windsor's green retreats, When Pope describes them, have a thousand sweets ; He likes the country, but in truth must own, Most likes it, when he studies it in town.

Poor Jack-no matter who for when I blame, 575 I pity, and must therefore sink the name, Liv'd in his saddle, lov'd the chace, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horso. The estate his sires had own'd in ancient years, Was quickly distanc'd, match'd against a peer '8. 580 Jack vanish'd, was regretted and forgot ; 'Tis wild good nature's never-failing lot. At length, when all had long suppos'd him dead, By cold submersion, razor, rope, or lead, My lord, alighting at his usual place,

585 The Crown, took notice of an ostler's face. Jack knew his friend, but hop'd in that disguise }}u might escape the most observing eyes;

And whistling, as if unconcern'd and gay,
Curried his nag, and look'd another way.

Convinc'd at last, upon a nearer view,
'Twas ho, the same, the very Jack he knew, ,
D'erwhelm'd at once with wonder, grief, and joy,
He press'd him much to quit his base employ ;
His countenance, his purse, his heart, his hand, 535
Influence and pow'r, were all at his command :
Peers are not always gen'rous as well-bred,
But Granby was, meant truly what he said.
Jack bow'd, and was oblig'd_confess'd 'twas strange,
That so retir'd he should not wishi a change, 000
But knew no medium between guzzling beer,
And his old stint-three thousand pounds a year.

Thus some retire to nourish hopeless wo: Some seeking happiness not found below; Some to comply with humour, and a mind

To social scenes by nature disinclin'd;
Some sway'd by fashion, some by deep disgust;
Some self-impoverish'd, and because they must;
But few, that court Retirement, are aware
Of half the toils they must encounter there. 610

Lucrative offices are seldom lost
For want of pow'rs proportion'd to the post :
Give e'en a dunce th' employment he desiros,
And he soon finds the talents it requires ;
A business with an income at its heels

Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.
But in his arduous enterprise to close
His active years with indolent repose,
Ho finds the labours of that state exceed
His utmost faculties, scvere indeed.

620 'Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace ; Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress d. The vet'ran steed, excus'd his task at length, 625 In kind compassion of his failing strength,


And turn'd into the park or mead to graze,
Exeinpt from future service all his days,
There foels a pleasure perfect in its kind,
Ranges at liberty, and snuffs the wind :
But when his lord would quit the busy road,
To taste a joy like that he had bestow'd,
He proves, less happy than his favour'd brute,
A life of ease a difficult pursuit.
'Thought, to the man that never thinks, may seem 635
As natural as when asleep to dream;
But reveries, (for human minds will act,)
Specious in show, impossible in fact,
Those Aimsy webs, that break as soon as wrought,
Attain not to the dignity of thought :

Nor yet the swarins that occupy the brain,
Where dreams of dress, intrigue, and pleasure reign;
Nor such as useless conversation breeds,
Or lust engenders, and indulgence feeds.
Whence, and what are we? to what end ordain'd : 645
What ineans the drama by the world sustain'd ?
Business or vain amusement, care or uirth,
Divide the frail inhabitants of carth.
Is duty a mere sport, or an employ?
Life an intrusted talent, or a toy ?

650 Is there, as reason, conscience, Scripture say, Cause to provide for a grcat future day, When earth's assign'd duration at an end, Man shall be summon'd and the dead attend ? The trumpet-will it sound ? the curtain rise ? 635 And show the august tribunal of the skies, Where no prevarication shall avail, Where eloquence and artifice shall fail, The pride of arrogant distinctions fall, And conscience and our conduct judge us all? CCO Pardon me, ye that give the midnight oil To learned cares of philosophick toil, Though I revere your honourable narnes, Your useful labours and important aims,

And hold the world indebted to your aid,

665 Enrich'd with the discov'ries ye have made ; Yet let me stand excus'd, if I esteem A mind employ'd on so sublime a theme, Pushing her bold inquiry to the date And outline of the present transient state,

And after poising her advent'rous wings,
Settling at last upon eternal things,
Far more intelligent, and better taught
The strenuous use of profitable thought,
Than ye, when happiest, and enlightend most, 675
And highest in renown, can justly boast.

A mind unnerv’d, or indispos’d to bear
The weight of subjects worthiest of her care,
Whatever hopes a change of scene inspires,
Must change her nature, or in vain retires.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands;
As useless if it goes, as when it stands.
Books, therefore, not the scandal of the shelves,
In which lewd sensualists print out themselves;
Nor those in which the stage gives vice a blow, 685
With what success let modern manners show;
Nor his, who, for the bane of thousands born,
Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn,
Skilful alike to seem devout and just,
And stab religion with a sly side-thrust;

690 Nor those of learned philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark; But such as learning without false pretence, 695 The friend of truth, th' associate of good sense. And such as, in the zeal of good design, Strong judgment lab’ring in the Scripture mine, All such as manly and great souls produco, Worthy to live, and of eternal use ;

700 Behold in these what leisure hours demand, Amusement and true knowledge hand in hand.

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Luxury gives the mind a chillish cast,
And, while she polishes, perverts the taste;
Habits of close attention, thinking heads,

Become more rare as dissipation spreads,
Till authors hear at length one gen'ral cry,
Tickle and entertain us, or we die.
The loud demand, from year year the same,
Beggars Invention, and makes Fancy lame ;

10 Till farce itself most mournfully jejune, Calls for the kind assistance of a tune; And novels, (witness ev'ry month's review,) Belie their name, and offer nothing new. The mind, relaxing into needful sport,

715 Should turn to writers of an abler sort, Whose wit well manag'd, and whose classick style, Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile. Friends, (for I cannot stint, as some have donc, Too rigid in my view, that name to one;

720 Though one, I grant it, in the gen’rons breast Will stand advanc'd a step above the rest; Flow'rs by that name promiscuously we call, But one, tho rose, the regent of them all,) Friends, not adopted with a schoolboy's laste, 725 But chosen with a nice discerning taste, Well born, well disciplin'd, who, plac'd apart From vulgar ininds, have honour much at heart, And though the world may think the ingredients odd, The love of virtue, and the fear of God!

7:30 Such friends prevent what else would soon succeed, A temper rustick as the life we lead, And keep the polish of the manners clean, As theirs who bustle in the busiest scenc ; For solitude, however some may rave,

7355 Seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die.

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