But wherefore infamy? For want of faith,
Down the steep precipice of wrong he slides;
There's nothing to support him in the right.
Faith in the future wanting, is at least
In embryo, ev'ry weakness, ev'ry guilt;
And strong temptation ripens it to birth.
If this life's gain invites him to the deed,
Why not his country sold, his father slain?
"Tis virtue to pursue our good supreme;
And his supreme, his only good is here.

p. 213.

Who tells me he denies his soul immortal,
Whate'er his boast, has told me, He's a knave.

Who thinks ere long the man shall wholly die,
Is dead already; naught but brute survives.

this black brotherhood ronounce;

Renounce St. Evremont, and read St. Paul. p. 215.

How the world falls to pieces round about us!
And leaves us in a ruin of our joy!

What says this transportation of my friends?
It bids me love the place where now they dwell,
And scorn this wretched spot they leave so poor.

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Give thy mind sea-room; keep it wide of earth,
That rock of souls imortal; cut thy cord;
Weigh anchor; spread thy sails; call ev'ry wind;
Eye the great pole-star; make the land of life.

Since God, or man must alter, e'er they meet, (For light and darkness blend not in one sphere) 'Tis manifest, Lorenzo! who must change. p. 217.

Heav'n wills our happiness, allows our doom;
Invites us ardently; but not compels ;

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Man falls by man, if finally he falls;

And fall he must, who learns from death alone,
The dreadful secret-that he lives for ever. p. 218.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe;

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Still seems it strange, that thou should'st live for ever?
Is it less strange, that thou should'st live at all?
This is a miracle; and that no more.

Who gave beginning, can exclude an end.

p. 222.

If hope precarious, and if things, when gain'd,
Can sweeten toils and dangers into joys,
What then, that hope, which nothing cau defeat,
Our leave unask'd?

p. 223.

Grave minds you praise; nor can you praise too much : If there is weight in an Eternity,

Let the grave listen ;-and be graver still. p. 224.

How frail, men, things! How momentary both!
Fantastic chase of shadows hunting shades!
The gay, the busy, equal though unlike;

Equal in wisdom, differently wise!

Through flow'ry meadows, and through dreary wastes,
One bustling, and one dancing, intò death.
There s not a day, but to the man of thought,
Betrays some secret, that throws new reproach

On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. p. 227.

All restless, anxious; tost with hopes and fears.
In calmest skies; obnoxious all to storm!
And stormy the most gen'ral blast of life:

All bound for happiness; yet few provide

The chart of knowledge, pointing where it lies;

Or Virtue's hel», to shape the course design'd. p. 230.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

Needful austerities his will restrain;

p. 232.

As thorns fence in the tender plant from harm. p. 233.

Forgot, that genius need not go to school;

The world's all title-page, there's no contents;
The world's all face; the man who shows his heart,
Is hooted for his nudities, and scorn'd.

p. 236.

I give him joy, that's awkward at a lie;
Whose feeble nature truth keeps still in awe ;
His incapacity is his renown.

p. 237.

From purity of thought, all pleasure springs;

And from an humble spirit, all our peace. p. 238.

We wisely strip the steed we mean to buy:

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All the distinctions of this little life

Are quite cutaneous, foreign to the man.

Whate'er his fate, or fame, who greatly dies:
High-flush'd with hope, where heroes shall despair.

The private path, the secret acts of men,

If noble, far the noblest of our lives!

Knows he, that mankind praise against their will,
And mix as much detraction as they can?
Knows he, that faithless fame her whisper has,
As well as trumpet? That his vanity

Is so much tickled from not hearing all ?
Wealth may seek us; but wisdom must be sought;
Sought before all; but (how unlike all else
We seek on earth!) 'tis never sought in vain.

p.

245.

Without breathing, man as well might hope

For life, as, without piety, for peace.

Art thou dejected? Is thy mind o'ercast ?

Amid her fair ones, thou the fairest choose,

p. 248.

To chase thy gloom-"Go, fix some weighty truth; "Chain down some passion; do some gen❜rous good; "Teach ignorance to see, or grief to smile; "Correct thy friend; befriend thy greatest foe;

VOL. I.

"Or, with warm heart and confidence divine,

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Spring up, and lay strong hold on him who made

thee."

Thy gloom is scatter'd, sprightly spirits flow;
Though wither'd is thy vine, and harp unstrung.
p. 249.

Laughter, though never censur'd yet as sin,
(Pardon a thought that only seems severe,)
Is half immoral. Is it much indulg'd?
By venting spleen, or dissipating thought,
It shews a scorner or it makes a fool;
And sins, as hurting others, or ourselves.
"Tis pride, or emptiness; applies the straw,
That tickles little minds to mirth effuse ;
Of grief approaching the portentous sign!
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
A man triumphant is a monstrous sight;
A man dejected is a sight as mean.

What cause for triumph, where such ills abound?
What for dejection, where presides a pow'r,
Who call'd us into being to be bless'd?
So grieve, as conscious grief may rise to joy;
So joy, as conscious joy to grief may fall.
Most true, a wise man never will be sad;
But neither will sonorous, bubbling mirth,
A shallow stream of happiness betray:
Too happy to be sportive, he's serene.

"Retire, and read thy Bible, to be gay."
There truths abound of sovʼreign aid to peace ;