SELF-RECOLLECTION and reproof. Address to domestic happiness. Some account of myself. The vanity of many of their pursuits who are reputed wise. Justification of my Divine illumination necessary to the most expert philosopher. The question, What is truth? answered by other questions. Domestic happiness addressed again. Few lovers of the country. My tame hare. Occupations of a
retired gentleman in his garden. house. Sowing of flower seeds.
Pruning. Framing. GreenThe country preferable to the town even in the winter. Reasons why it is deserted at that season. Ruinous effects of gaming, and of expensive Book concludes with an apostrophe to the
As one who, long in thickets and in brakes Entangled, winds now this way and now that His devious course uncertain, seeking home; Or, having long in miry ways been foil'd, And sore discomfited, from slough to slough Plunging, and half despairing of escape;
If chance at length he find a greensward smooth And faithful to the foot, his spirits rise, He cherups brisk his ear-erecting steed,
And winds his way with pleasure and with ease; So I, designing other themes, and call'd
To adorn the Sofa with eulogium due,
To tell its slumbers, and to paint its dreams, Have rambled wide. In country, city, seat Of academic fame (howe'er deserved), Long held, and scarcely disengaged at last. But now with pleasant pace a cleanlier road I mean to tread. I feel myself at large, Courageous, and refresh'd for future toil, If toil await me, or if dangers new.
Since pulpits fail, and sounding boards reflect Most part an empty ineffectual sound,
What chance that I, to fame so little known, Nor conversant with men or manners much, Should speak to purpose, or with better hope Crack the satiric thong? "Twere wiser far For me, enamour'd of sequester'd scenes, And charm'd with rural beauty, to repose, Where chance may throw me, beneath elm or vine, My languid limbs, when summer sears the plains; Or, when rough winter rages, on the soft
And shelter'd Sofa, while the nitrous air
Feeds a blue flame, and makes a cheerful hearth; There, undisturb'd by Folly, and apprised How great the danger of disturbing her, To muse in silence, or at least confine Remarks that gall so many to the few My partners in retreat. Disgust conceal'd Is ofttimes proof of wisdom, when the fault Is obstinate, and cure beyond our reace. Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that hast survived the fall! Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or tasting long enjoy thee! too infirm, Or too incautious, to preserve thy swests Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which moglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup: Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the ski Thou art not known where Pleasure That reeling goddess with the zonele
And wandering eyes, still leaning on the arm Of Novelty, her fickle, frail support; For thou art meek and constant, hating change, And finding in the calm of truth-tried love Joys that her stormy raptures never yield. Forsaking thee what shipwreck have we made Of honour, dignity, and fair renown! Till prostitution elbows us aside
In all our crowded streets; and senates seem Convened for purposes of empire less
Than to release the adultress from her bond. The adultress! what a theme for angry verse! What provocation to the indignant heart, That feels for injur'd love! but I disdain The nauseous task, to paint her as she is, Cruel, abandon'd, glorying in her shame! No-let her pass, and, charioted along In guilty splendour, shake the public ways; The frequency of crimes has wash'd them white And verse of mine shall never brand the wretch, Whom matrons now, of character unsmirch'd, And chaste themselves, are not ashamed to own. Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time, Not to be pass'd: and she, that had renounced Her sex's honour, was renounced herself By all that prized it; not for prudery's sake, But dignity's, resentful of the wrong. 'Twas hard perhaps on here and there a waif, Desirous to return, and not received; But was a wholesome rigour in the main,
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