Is dafh'd, and drown'd, and loft:
A Spark, or glimmering Streak at most,

Shines here and there, amidst the Night,

Amidst the turbid Waves, and gives a faint Delight.

III.

Recover'd from the fad Surprize,

Doris awakes at last,

Grown by the Disappointment wise ;
And manages with Art th' unlucky Caft;
When the lowring Frown she spies

On her haughty Tyrant's Brow,
With humble Love the meets his wrathful Eyes,
And makes her Sovereign Beauty bow;
Chearful she smiles upon her grizly Form ;
So fhines the setting Sun on adverse Skies,
And paints a Rainbow on the Storm.
Anon fhe lets the fullen Humour spend,
And with a vertuous Book, or Friend,
Beguiles th' uneafy Hours:
Well-colouring every Cross she meets,
With Heart ferene fhe fleeps and eats,
She fpreads her Board with fancy'd Sweets,
And ftrows her Bed with Flow'rs.

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The Hero's School of Morality.

I.

HERO N, amongst his Travels, found,
A broken Statue on the Ground;

And searching onward, as he went

He trac'd a ruin'd Monument.

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Mould, Mofs, and Shades had overgrown

The Sculpture of the crumbling Stone,
Yet, e'er he paft, with much ado,

He guefs'd, and fpell'd out, SCI-FI-O.

"Enough, he cry'd; I'll drudge no more "In turning the dull Stoics o'er :

"Let Pedants wafte their Hours of Eafe "To fweat all Night at Socrates ;

"And feed their Boys with Notes and Rules,

"Those tedious Recipe's of Schools,

"To cure Ambitión: I can learn

Concern

"With greater Ease the great
"Of Mortals; how we may despise
All the gay Things below the Skies.

"Methinks a mouldring Pyramid
Says all that the old Sages faid;
"For me thefe shatter'd Tombs contain
"More Morals than the Vatican.
"The Duft of Heroes caft abroad,

"And kick'd, and trampled in the Road,
"The Relicks of a lofty Mind,

"That lately Wars and Crowns defign'd,
"Toft for a Jeft from Wind to Wind,
"Bid me be humble, and forbear
"Tall Monuments of Fame to rear,
They are but Castles in the Air

"The tow'ring Heights, and frightful Falls,
"The ruin'd Heaps and Funerals,
"Of fmoaking Kingdoms and their Kings,
"Tell me a thousand mournful Things

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"In melancholy Silence.

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"That living could not bear to fee

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"An Equal, now lies torn and dead;
"Here his pale Trunk, and there his Head;
"Great Pompey! while I meditate,
"With folemn Horror, thy fad Fate,
"Thy Carcafs, scatter'd on the Shore
"Without a Name, inftructs no more
"Than my whole Library before.

"Lie ftill, my Plutarch, then, and sleep, "And my good Seneca máy keep "Your Volumes clos'd for ever too, "I have no further, Ufe for you: "For when I feel my Virtue fail, "And my ambitious Thoughts prevail, "I'll take a Turn among the Tombs, "And fee whereto all Glory comes: "There the vile Foot of every Clown

Tramples the Sons of Honour down. "Beggars with awful Afhes fport, "And tread the Cæfars in the Dirt.

Freedom.

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EMPT me no more. My Soul can ne'er comport
With the gay Slaveries of a Court:

I've an Averfion to those Charms,

And hug dear Liberty in both mine Arms.

Go, Vaffal-Souls, go, cringe and wait,

And dance Attendance at Honorio's Gate,

Then run in Troops before him to compofe his State; Move as he moves: and when he loiters, ftand;

You're but the Shadows of a Man.

Bend when he speaks; and kiss the Ground:
Go, catch th' Impertinence of Sound:
Adore the Follies of the Great ;

Wait till he fmiles: But lo, the Idol frown'd
And drove them to their Fate.

II.

Thus bafe-born Minds: but as for Me,

I can and will be free:

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Like a ftrong Mountain, or fome stately Tree,

My Soul grows firm upright,

And as I ftand, and as I go,

It keeps my Body fo;

No, I can never part with my Creation Right. Let Slaves and Affes ftoop and bow,

I cannot make this Iron Knee

Bend to a meaner Power than that which form'd it free. III.

Thus my bold Harp profufely play'd

Pindarical; then on a branchy Shade

I hung my Harp aloft, my felf beneath it laid.
Nature that liften'd to my Strain,

Refum'd the Theme, and acted it again.

Sudden rose a whirling Wind

Swelling like Honorio proud,

Around the Straws and Feathers crowd,

Types of a flavish Mind;

Upwards

Upwards the ftormy Forces rife,

The Duft flies up and climbs the Skies,

And as the Tempest fell th' obedient Vapours funk:
Again it roars with bellowing Sound,

The meaner Plants that grew aronnd,

The Willow, and the Afp, trembled and kiss'd theGround:
Hard by flood the Iron Trunk

Of an old Oak, and all the Storm defy'd ;:
In vain the Winds their Forces try'd,

In vain they roar'd; the Iron Oak
Bow'd only to the heavenly Thunder's Stroke.

On Mr. LOCKE's Annotations upon several Parts of the NEW TESTAMENT, left be-bind him at his Death..

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HUS Reafon learns by flow Degrees,
What Faith reveals; but ftill complains
Of Intellectual Pains,

And Darkness from the too exuberant Light:
The Blaze of those bright Myfteries
Pour'd all at once on Nature's Eyes
Offend and cloud her feeble Sight.

II.

Reafon could scarce fuftain to fee

Th' Almighy One, th' Eternal Throe,
Or bear the Infant Deity;