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Art thou not man, and dar'ft thou find
Presumptuous thought and vain!
Some social bliss to gain.
Which active virtue feels :
At her triumphant wheels ?
Employ his to:lsome day.
To footh him on his way.
How sweet so e'er thy strain:
Benevolent in vain?
Enthufiaft-try ev'ry sense,
Thou yet hast learn'd to scan:
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.
Expressive of the human mind;
My own inconstant self I find.
In juft gradations to the shore :
The regent of the midnight hour.
Which I this moment feel within :
And all is placid and serene.
Their light the trembling moon-beams dart,
And gayly brightens all my heart,
By neither can be long poffeft,
And rising forrows shake my breait.
When clouds opposing intervene :
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,
Think'At thou yon fun, that gilds the western kies,
Whene'er the flow'ry path thy feet Mall lead