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Art thou not man, and dar'ft thou find
A bliss which leans not to mankind ?

Presumptuous thought and vain!
Each bliss un shar'd is unenjoy'd;
Each pow'r is weak unless employ'd

Some social bliss to gain.
Shall light and shade,- and warmth, and air,
With those exalted joys compare,

Which active virtue feels :
When on the drags as lawful prize
Contempt, and indolence, and vice,

At her triumphant wheels ?
As reft to labour ftill succeeds
To man, whil& virtue's glorious deeds

Employ his to:lsome day.
This fair variety of things
Are merely life's refreshing springs

To footh him on his way.
Enthufiaft-unstring thy lyre;
In vain thou fing'it if none admire,

How sweet so e'er thy strain:
And is not thy o‘erflowing mind,
Unless thou mixest with thy kind

Benevolent in vain?

Enthufiaft-try ev'ry sense,
If not thy bliss, thy excellence

Thou yet hast learn'd to scan:
At least thy wants, thy weakness know;
And see them all uniting show,

That man was made for man.

A MAN who lives apparently without religion, declares to the world, that he is without virtues, however he may otherwise conceai his vices.

EVERY one complains of his memory, but no one of his judgment.

WISDOM allows nothing to be good, that will not be fo for ever; no man to be happy, but he that needs no other happinefs than what he has within himself; no man to be great or powerful, that is not master of himself.

IT is easier to be wise for others, than for ourselves.

AS it is the character of great wits to say much in a few words; fo little wits, on the contrary, talk a great deal, and yet say little to purpose.

THOU bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all thy gifts, thyself the crown! Give what thou canft, without thee we are poor; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away,

VIRTUE and Friendship, above all things, purchase to men love and good-will.

FRIENDSHIP improves happiness, and abates misery; by the doubling our joy, and dividing our grief.

If the extent of the human view could comprehend the whole frame of the universe, perhaps it would be found invari :bly true, that Providence has given that in greateft plenty, which the condition of life makes of greatest use; and that nothing is penuriously imparied, o: placed from the reach of man, of which a more liberal dittribution, or a more caíy acquifition, would increase real and rational felicity.

HE that is pleased with himself, easily imagines he all please others,

TO do the best can seldom be the lot of man; it is sufficient if, whe: opportunities are presented, he is ready to do good. How little virtùe could be practifed if beneficence were to wait always for the moit proper objects, and the noblest occasions ; -- occasions that may never happen, and objects that may never be found ?


THAT charity is best, of which the confequences are moit extensive,

THOSE who raise envy will easily incur cenfùre.

" HE that endeavours to free himself from an ill habit, (says Bacon) must not change too much at a time, left he thould be discouraged by difficulty ; nor too little, for then he will make but flow advances.'

WHAT cannot be repaired is not to be regretted.

Written on the Sea SHORE.
THOU reftlefs Auctuating deep,

Expressive of the human mind;
In thy for ever varying form,

My own inconstant self I find.
How soft now flow thy peaceful waves,

In juft gradations to the shore :
While on thy brow, unclouded shines

The regent of the midnight hour.
Bleft emblem of that equal state,

Which I this moment feel within :
Where thought to thought succeeding rolls,

And all is placid and serene.
As o'er thy smoothly flowing tide,

Their light the trembling moon-beams dart,
My lov'd Eudocia's image Imiles,

And gayly brightens all my heart,
But, ah! this fatt'ring scene of peace,

By neither can be long poffeft,
When Eurus breaks thy transient calm,

And rising forrows shake my breait.
Obscur'd thy Cynthia's filver ray,

When clouds opposing intervene :
And ev'ry joy that friendship gives,
Shall fade beneath the gloom of spleen.


HE that indulges negligence, will quickly become ignorant of his own affairs; and he that trusts without reserve, will at lait be deceived, s,

MUCH of the pain and pleasure of mankind, arises from the conjectures which every one makes of the thoughts of others. : We enjoy praise which we do not hear, and resent contempt which we do not fee.

COMPOSITIONS merely pretty, have the fate of other pretty things, and are quitted in time for something useful. They are flowers, fragrant and fair, but of short duration; or they are blossoms only to be valued as they foretell fruits.

WHATEVER is great, desirous, or tremendous, is comprised in the name of the Supreme Being, Omnipotence cannot be exalted ; infinity cannot be amplified ;, perfection cannot be improved..

NATURE makes us poor only, when we want ne: ceffaries; but custom gives the name of poverty to the want of superfluities.

FACTION seldom leaves a man honest, however it might find him.

THAT praise is worth nothing of which the price is known.

Extract from a Poem, entitled the Book of NATURE,

HAIL hospitable shades, and lofty hills! Ye flowrets gay,, ye crystal murm'ring rills ! Where'er I look new beauties Itrike my eyes,, And bright variety around me lies, But stay,-nor think that this delicious scene,, There groves, these brooks, hills, vales, & meadows green, Are to be view'd with such a selfish sight, As objects only form'd for thy delight,

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Think'At thou yon fun, that gilds the western kies,
Or that full orb, which there thou seest rise
In silent majesty, were plac'd on high,
Only to mark thy hours, and please thine eye,
Mature thy fruit, to light thee and to warm,
Recruit thy fpirits, and thy fenfes charm ?
All these, no doubt, were in th' intention join'd
Of their Creator : favoar to mankind,
One great end of creation, but, not sole,
For boundless goodness comprehends the whole.
The raven aks, nor asks in vain his share:
Whate'er or range the earth, or beat the air,
Or cut the liquid wave, partake the boon,
Nor think this world of wonders all thy own.
'Tis nature's book, and, if but read aright,
Will set thy duty clearly in thy fight;
Will lead thee upwards to the one great iource, '
And check thy headlong passions in their course. 1
A copious volume, where each line displays
A subject for altonishment and praise !
Where wisdom, power, goodness, beauty, fhine,
And not a stroke but proves the “ hand divine."
Behold a God in all!--nor let thy foot
Indignant, crush the snail that marrs thy fruit,
Without adverting to its Maker's skill,
And filent looking up, for leave to kill,

Whene'er the flow'ry path thy feet Mall lead
In many windings thro’ the verdant mead.;
Whene'er thy steps, wi:h mufing filence, rove
Thro' the cool shade of some sequefter'd grove :
Or when with head reclin'd, and vacant look,
Supine thou liften'st to the bubbling brook ;;
Can these no subject for thy thoughts supply,,
Can flow?rs ferve only to delight the eye ?..
'Tis almoft virtue to delight in these,
They find, or sure must leave a soul in peace.
Frequent them often, but, not like the brute
That grazes nigh thee, happy, yet still mute.
There scan thy actions, set thy notions right,
And make thy hope of future bliss more bright;

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