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A smaller piece amidst the precious store,
Pinch'd close between his finger and his thumb,
He half exhibits and then drops the sum.
Gold to be sure !—Throughout the town 'tis told,
How the good squire gives never less than gold. 480
From motives such as his, though not the best,
Springs in due time supply for the distress’d;
Not less effectual than what love bestows,
Except that office clips it as it

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But lest I seem to sin against a friend,

485 And wound the grace I mean to recommend, (Though vice, derided with a just design Implies no trespass against love divine,) Once more I would adopt the graver style, A teacher should be sparing of his smile,

490 Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air His own offences, and strips others' bare : Affects indeed most humane concern,

495 That men, if gently tutor'd, will not learn ; The mulish Folly, not to be reclaim'd By softer methods, must be made asham'd; But, (I might instance in St. Patrick's dean,) Too often rails to gratify his spleen.

500 Most sat’rists are indeed a publick scourge : Their mildest physick is a farrier's purge ; Their acid temper turns, as soon as stirr'd, The milk of their good purpose all to curd. Their zeal begotten, as their works rehearse, 505 By lean despair upon an empty purse, The wild assassins start into the street, Prepar'd to poniard whomsoe'er they meet. No skill in swordmanship, however just, Can be secure against a madman's thrust; 510 And even Virtue, so unfairly match'd, Although immortal, may be prick'd or scratch'd.

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When Scandal has new-minted an old lie,
Or tax'd invention for a fresh supply,
'Tis call'd a satire, and the world appears
Gath’ring around it with erected ears:
A thousand names are toss'd into the crowd ;
Some whisper'd softly, and some twang'd aloud ;
Just as the sapience of an author's brain
Suggests it safe or dangerous to be plain-
Strange? how the frequent interjected dash
Quickens a market, and helps off the trash;
Th’important letters that include the rest,
Serve as a key to those that are suppress'd ;
Conjecture gripes the victims in his paw,
The world is charm’d, and Scrib escapes the law.
So, when the cold damp shades of night prevail,
Worms may be caught by either head or tail ;
Forcibly drawn from many a close recess,
They meet with little pity, no redress ;
Plung'd in the stream, they lodge upon the mud,
Food for the famish'd rovers of the fiood.

All zeal for a reform, that gives offence
Το peace and charity, is mere pretence;
A bold remark, but which if well applied,
Would humble many a tow'ring poet's pride.
Perhaps the man was in a sportive fit,
And had no other play place for his wit ;
Perhaps enchanted with the love of fame,
He sought the jewel in' his neighbour's shamc;
Perhaps—whatever end he might pursue,
The cause of virtue could not be his view.
At ev'ry stroke wit flashes in our eyes ;
The turns are quick, the polish'd points surprise,
But shine with cruel and tremendous charms,
That, while they please, possess us with alarms;
So have I seen, (and hasten'd to the sight
On all the wings of holiday delight,)
Where stands that monument of ancient pow'r,
Nam'd with emphatick dignity, the Tow's,

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Guns, halberts, swords, and pistols, great and small,
In starry forms dispos'd upon the wall ;
We wonder, as we gazing stand below,
That brass and steel should make so fine a show;
But though we praise th' exact designer's skill, 555
Account them implements of mischief still.

No works shall find acceptance in that day,
When all disguises shall be rent away,
That square not truly with the Scripture plan,
Nor spring from love to Gud, or love to man.

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As he ordains things sordid in their birth
To be resolv'd into their parent earth-;
And though the soul shall seek superiour orbs,
Whate'er this world produces it absorbs ;
So self starts nothing, but what tends apace 565
Home to the goal, where it began the race.
Such as our motive is, our aim must be ;
If this be servile, that can ne'er be free :
If self employ us, whatsoe'er is wrought,
We glorify that self, not him we ought;

570 Such virtues had need prove their own reward, The judge of all men owes them no regard. True Charity, a plant divinely nurs’d, Fed by the love from which it rose at first, Thrives against hope, and in the rudest scene,

575 Storms but enliven its unfading green ; Exub'rant is the shadow it supplies, Its fruit on earth, its growth above the skies, To look at him who form'd us and redeem'd, So glorious now, though once so disesteem'd, 580 To see a God stretch forth his human hand, T' uphold the boundless scenes of his command; To recollect that in a form like ours, He bruis'd beneath his feet th' infernal pow'rs, Captivity led captive, rose to claim

585 The wreath he won so dearly in our name ; That, thron'd above all height, he condescends To call the few inat trust in him his friends ; Vol. I.

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Too scanty for th' exertion of his beams,

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And shines as if impatient to bestow
Life and a kingdom upon worms below;
That sight imparts a never-dying flame,
Though feeble in degree, in kind the same.
Like him the soul thus kindled from above

595 Spreads wide her arms of universal love : And, still enlarg’d as she receives the grace, Includes creation in her close embrace. Behold a christian !-and without the fires The founder of that name alone inspires,

600 Though all accomplishment, all knowledge meet To make the shining prodigy complete, Whoever boasts that name-behold a cheat! Were love, in these the world's last doting years As frequent as the want of it appears,

605 The churches warm’d, they would no longer hold Such frozen figures, stiff as they are cold; Relenting forms would lose their pow'r, or cease ; And e'en the dipp'd and sprinkled live in peace : Each heart would quit its prison in the breast, 610 And flow in free communion with the rest. The statesman, skill'd in projects dark and deep, Might burn his useless Machiavel, and sleep ; His budget often fill’d, yet always poor, Might swing at ease behind his study door, 615 No longer prey upon our annual rents, Or scare the nation with its big contents : Disbanded legions freely might depart, And slaying man would cease to be an art. No learned disputants would take the field, 620 Sure not to conquer, and sure not to yield; Both sides deceiv’d, if rightly understood, Pelting each other for the publick good. Did charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love ;

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And I might spare myself the pains to show
What few can learn, and all suppose they know.
Thus have I sought to grace a serious lay
With many a wild, indeed, but flow'ry spray,
In hopes to gain what else I must have lost,
Th' attention pleasure has so much engross'd.
But if unhappily decerd I dream,
And prove too weak for so divine a theme,
Let Charity forgive me a mistake,
That zeal, not vanity, has chanc'd to make,
And spare the poet for his subject's sake.

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