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'Tis kırmony from yon sequester’d bow'r,
65 Sweet harmony, that soothes the midnight hour! Lung ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course, th' enchantment was begun And he shall gild yon mountain's height again, Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain.
70 Is this the rugged path, the steep ascent, * That Virtue points to ? Can a life thus spent l.ead to the bliss she promises the wise, Detach the soul from earth, and speed her to the skive' Ye devotees to your ador’d employ,
75 Enthusiasts, drunk with an unreal joy, Love makes the musick of the blest above, Heav'n's harmony is universal love; And earthly sounds, tho' sweet and well combin'd, And lenient as soft opiates to the mind,
80 Leave Vice and Folly unsubdu'd behind.
Gray dawn appears ; the sportsman and his train
90 "Tis exercise, and health, and length of days. Again impetuous to the field he flies; Leaps ev'ry fence, but one, there falls and dies; Like a slain deer, the tumbrel brings him home, Unmiss'd but by his dogs and by his groom.
95 Yo clergy, while your orbit is your place, lights of the world, and stars of human race; But if eccentrick ye forsake your sphere, Prodigies ominous, and vicw'd with fear; The comet's bancful influence is a dream;
100 Yours real and pernicious in th' extreinc. What then are appetites and lusts laid down With the same ease that man puts on his goin?
Will Av'rice and Concupiscence give place,
120 Send your dishonour'd gown to Monmouth-street! The sacred function in your hands is madeSad sacrilege ! no function, but a trade!
Occiduus is a pastor of renown; When he has pray'd and preach'd the sabbath down, With wire and catgut he concludes the day, 126 Quav'ring and semniquav’ring care away. The full concerto swells upon your ear ; All elbows shake. Look in, and you would swear The Babylonian tyrant with a nod,
130 Had summon'd them to serve his golden god, So well that thought th' employment seems to suit, Psalt'ry and sackbut, dulcimer, and flute. O fie! 'tis evangelical and pure : Observe each face, how sober and demure
135 Ecstasy sets her stamp on every micn; Chins fallin and not an eyeball to be seen. Still I insist, though musick heretoforo Has charın'd me much, (not e'n Occiduus more,) Love, joy, and peace, make harmony more meet 110 For Sabbath ev'nings, and perhaps as sweet.
Will not the sickliest sheep of ev'ry flock
150 Laymen have leave to dance, if parsons play.
Oh Italy !-Thy sabbaths will be soon
160 Nobly distinguish'd above all the six By deeds, in which the world must never mix. Hcar him again. He calls it a delight, A day of luxury observ'd aright, When the glad soul is made Heav'ns welcome guest, Sits banqueting, and God provides the feast. 166 But triflers are engag'd and cannot coine; Thoir answer to the call is-Not at home.
O the dear pleasures of the velvet plain, The paintod ta'slets, dealt and dealt again!
170 Cards with what rapture, and the polish'd dio, The yawning chasm of indolonce supply! Then to the dance, and mako the suber moon Witness of joys that shun the sight of noon Blame, cynick, if you can, quadrille or ball,
175 The saug close party, or the splendid hall, Where night, down-stooping from her ebon throno Views constellations brighter than her own.
'Tis innocent, and harmless, and refinil, "The balm of care, Elysium of the mind.
Of manners rough, and coarse athletick cast,
193 And has the ladies' etiquette by heart. Go, fool; and, arm in arm with Clodio, plead Your cause before a bar you little dread: But know, the law, that bids the drunkard die, Is far too just to pass the trifler by. Both baby featur'd, and of infant size, View'd from a distance, and with heedless eyes Folly and Innocence are so alike, The diff'rence, though essential, fails to strike, Yet Folly ever has a vacant stare,
205 A simp’ring count’nance, and a trifling air : But Innocence, sedate, sorene, erect, Delights us, by engaging our respect. Man, Nature's guest by invitation sweet, Receives from her both appetite and treat;
210 But if ho play the glutlon, and exceed, His benefaciress blushes at the deed ; For Naturc, nice, as lib'ral to (ispense, Made nothing but a brute the slave of sense. Daniel ate pulse by choice-orample raro
21:4 Heaven bless'd tho youth, and made liim fresh and fair. VOL. I.
Gorgonius sits, abdominous and wan,
That pleasures, therefore, or what such we call, 225 Are hurtful, is a truth confess'd by all. And some, that seem'd to threaten virtue less, Still hurtful in th' abuse, or by the excess.
Is man then only for his torment plac'd The centre of delights he may not taste ?
2:30 Like fabled Tantalus condemn'd to hear The precious stream still purling in his ear, Lip deep in what he longs for, and yet curs’d With prohibition, and perpetual thirst ? No, wrangler,--destitute of shame and sense, 235 The precept, that enjoins him abstinence, Forbids him none but the licentious joy, Whose fruit, though fair, tempts only to destroy. Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid In every bosom where her nest is made,
210 Hatch'd by the beams of trut'ı, denies lim rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast. No pleasure ? Are domestick comforts dead? Are all the nameless sweets of friendship fled ? 2.14 Has time worn out, or fashion put to shame,
[farne? Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good deel these belong to virtue, and all prove, That virtue has a title to your love. Have you no touch of pity, that the poor Stand starv'd at your inhospitable door?
20 Or if yourself, too scantily supplied, Necd help, let honest industry provide. Earn, if you want; if you abound, impart, Theso both are pleasures to the feeling heart.