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 THE LIBRARY 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
 ENDOWMENT FUND
 
 POEM S 
 
 ON 
 
 SEVERAL SUBJECTS, 
 
 AND 
 
 OCCASIONS, 
 
 LOTH 
 
 MORAL AND ENTERTAINING,. 
 By JOHN CLARK. 
 lice nugce feria due en t. 
 
 Ho JR. 
 
 Printed for the Author, 
 
 BY T. LONG, TROWBRIDGE. 
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 TO THE READER. 
 
 x 1IESE Poems were chiefly the productions of my 
 younger years, but having been of late confined by a, 
 fever e fit of illnefs, it afforded me an opportunity 
 of revijing and correcting thefe juvenile compo- 
 fitions. They will all be found to have a moral ten- 
 dency ; which perhaps may fcrve to makeup for any 
 literary imperfections with a pious reader. I 
 have not the vanity to aspire after poetical fame, but 
 hope I feel a wi/Ji to do good ; my ambition is not 
 to immortalize my name, but my ufefdnefs ; not to 
 gain the admiration of mankind, but bring glory to 
 my Maker. To his bleffvng, and the candour of the, 
 public I fubmit thefe little effays ; and fliould. 
 they meet a favourable reception, perhaps I may be 
 induced at fame future period to publifh another 
 
 fraall volume. 
 
 John Clark, 
 
 Trowbridge , October 31, 1799. 

 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Pace. 
 
 The Bee and Butterfly 3 
 God all in all 10 
 
 On Scandal 1 1 
 
 The Pine-tree <?c Gourd 15 
 Depravity of Man 17 
 
 On the word Abba 18 
 
 Strong Beer 19 
 
 The Sun & Dunghill 24 
 On a Bubble 27 
 
 A good Conicienee 33 
 
 The Golden Chain &C. 35 
 On the word Strength 42 
 On the Organ 43 
 
 Love human & divine 49 
 The being & attributes 
 
 of God 50 
 
 The happy Mean 51 
 
 True Nobility 55 
 
 State of Innocency 58 
 
 The ungrateful Bee 59 
 Modern Infidelity 64 
 
 Three Qualifications 
 
 needful for a Preacher C6 
 The univerfalConqueror67 
 The rare Secret 71 
 
 The prodigal Mifer 74 
 The Vineyard 75 
 
 A Reflection on blowing 
 
 a Fire&c. 82 
 
 Employment for Eter- 
 nity 83 
 
 Page. 
 
 The folly of Impatience 87 
 Manners make the Man 90 
 Faith above Reafon 91. 
 An ./Enigma 94 
 
 A Chain of Confequen- 
 
 ces 97 
 
 Retaliation 1 14 
 
 Advice to Parents <?cc. 115 
 The falfe Alarm 121 
 
 Ancient and modern 
 Profeffors of Chris- 
 tianity contrafted 128 
 The impertinent Fly 151 
 The important Query 135 
 The univerfal Ailro- 
 
 loger 138 
 
 On a Clock 142 
 
 The Rats aboard flii p 147 
 To a Friend for his 
 
 Counting-houfe 153 
 
 Praife, an Ode 154 
 
 On Providence 162 
 
 The fpeaking Shadow 165 
 A Thought on the Death 
 of the Rev. G. White- 
 field 1 69 
 An Elegy on the Rev. 
 
 James Rouquet [71 
 
 Acrollics 184 
 
 Epigrams 187 
 
 $^r The Bookbinder will take notice that in fome of the 
 copies at page 97, Signature M is in miftake put 
 for O.
 
 THE 
 
 BEE and BUTTERFLY, 
 
 *VTO\V the Sun his genial beams 
 
 Pours o'er Nature; lo fhe teems 
 With a thoufand new delights: 
 Ev'ry object now invites ; 
 Come, my dear Florello, come, 
 Let us o'er the garden roam: 
 Much will there engage our view 
 That may pleafe, iind profit too. 
 
 See on yonder sunny bank, 
 Flow'rs in beauteous order rank; 
 
 B And
 
 4 T H E B E E 
 
 And the gaudy Butterfly- 
 Spreads her wings to catch your eye. 
 Bafking in the folar ray, 
 Flirts the heedlefs hours away; 
 On a fragrant Rofe difplays 
 All her painted gaieties : 
 Not to tafte the precious fweets — 
 On a Dunghill oft fhe fits, 
 And the moft ungracious imell 
 Seems to pleafe her quite as well. 
 Full of pleafure. full of pride, 
 Careleis of what may betide. 
 
 But my dear Florello, fee, 
 How the fimple honeft Bee 
 Labours on from flow'r to flow'r, 
 Hufbanding th' important hour: 
 Pleafure in her work fhe meets. 
 Tailing the delicious fweets: 
 
 Ino
 
 AND B U T T E R F L V. 
 
 And at ev'ry ev'nings clofe, 
 Laden to her cell fhe goes. 
 
 When flcrn Winter nips the flow'rs, 
 Frofts prevail and ftormy fhow'rs, 
 Poor Papilia* droops her wings, 
 Vainly to each refuge clings; 
 To rapacious Birds a prey, 
 Into holes fhe fkulks away: 
 But lo there the cobweb hangs — 
 There the Spider's cruel fangs — 
 Me no beauties will behold, 
 In her crimfon ftreak'd with gold. 
 There fhe lies in fetters bound, 
 Filthy cobwebs wrap her round ; 
 All her druggies now are vain, 
 Feebly flutt'ring in her pain : 
 The fell Spider gripes his prey, 
 Slowly fucks her life away. 
 
 B 2 But 
 
 * The. Butterfly
 
 6 T H - E B E E 
 
 But when funmine is no more. 
 Anis* haftens to her ftore ; 
 There fecurely refls awhile 
 From her fweetly plea ling toil: 
 There the precious fruit obtains 
 Of her induflry and pains; 
 "Till is ceas'd the wintry ftrife, 
 Then wakes, as to fecond life. 
 
 Now Florello can't you guels 
 Something fimilar to this? 
 In the gardens oi God's grace. 
 Where he deisms to mew his (ace; 
 And his brighter Sun displays 
 All his loul-reviving rays. 
 There the Tree of life is found 
 Spreading fragrancy around; 
 There a thou'and beauties gnm ; 
 i here does cv'ry Iwcctueh ''-'■• vv ; 
 
 * The Ike. 
 
 Ghl.H
 
 AND BUTTERFL Y. 
 
 Glorious Truths we there behold, 
 Gradually their buds unfold; 
 And from Prornifes raoft fweet, 
 Humble Chriftians fip delight. 
 
 But all are not working Bees. 
 Which we Ice freoiienting thefe; 
 Butterflies of various hues 
 Croud the gaU'ries. and the pews: 
 Some to mew their drefs and air, 
 Some at others diets to hare; 
 Many go they fcarce know why, 
 Flint' ring here and there they fly, 
 'Lighting oit cm flowers many, 
 Yet no honey fuck trom any. 
 Others in the suimv ray 
 Dalle, and feem to drink the Day: 
 Thefe alj innocence appear. 
 And God's word with pleafare hear; 
 -*"■'■ a ball-room en* ?. play 
 - ; a • \vv\ I anoi her :'■■■- v ;
 
 8 T H E B E E 
 
 (So fome Butterflies are white, 
 Yet in fordid muck delight) 
 Some attend to plav the fool ; 
 Some to feoff and ridicule; 
 Some to carp and criticife — 
 Their are worfe than Butterflies: 
 Like the Hornet or the Wafp. 
 Or the venom-fpitting Afp — 
 ( Noxious poifon fuch can draw 
 From the fweetefl Flow'rs that biow 
 Lazy Idlers ! and yet thefc 
 Fain would rob th' induhrious Bee:^ 
 
 Soon the day ot Grace i^ gone 
 Heavnly bleflmgs they bare n< 
 Summer's ended, harvefl pa ft. 
 "Wintry florrns for ever lafL 
 Now the gofpel Sun no more 
 "Will his gracious influence pout . 
 Cloud- and mi?i^ of darknefs rife 
 And for ever blot the (kic-. 
 
 OJU
 
 AND BUTTERFLY. 9 
 
 Void is now their empty boaft; 
 
 All their flatt'ring hopes are loft. 
 
 Death (rapacious bird of prey) 
 
 Waits to feize the Soul away; 
 
 Guilt and vengeance drive it down 
 
 To the Pit where horrors frown: 
 
 Gay diftinclaons can't avail : 
 
 Worlds ol wealth can never bail 
 
 From the gloomy Prifon, where 
 
 Spiders infernal fpread their mare, 
 
 And woes extreme eternally prepare. 
 
 Epiph 
 
 wnema. 
 
 Make me like the fimple Bee— < 
 My true int'reft let me fee, 
 And (while gracious means- afford) 
 Draw inftru&ion from God's word; 
 Kv'ry ordinance improve, 
 Treafure up my hopes above: 
 
 i
 
 lO GOD ALL IN A L L. 
 
 Then (when chilly Death fhall come) 
 Reft awhile within the tomb ; 
 'Till I rife to Life divine. 
 Where my Sun (hall ever mine. 
 
 GOD ALL IN ALL 
 
 i. 
 
 "^ OD is my guide, and God my guard . 
 My portion now. my laft reward; 
 My joy in eale. my hope m thrall; 
 My life in dr^.!i. my God. my All. 
 
 II. 
 Since God ;s mine, and I am his; 
 Kis povv r my trull, his love my bills j 
 Xo toe 1 tear, no Vv ill obey 
 !Vat his ,ind his eternallv.
 
 ON SCANDAL. 11 
 
 ON 
 
 SCANDAL. 
 
 OF all the bafe crimes that difgrace human 
 [nature, 
 
 Spread ruin on earth, and affront the Creator; 
 
 There's none furely may with vile Scandal 
 
 [compare, 
 
 Of whole hidden darts, alas, who can beware ? 
 
 A head of the Hydra*, that bites e'er it bark, this, 
 
 And this is the peflilence walking in darknefs. 
 
 Tis envy's four belchings, the fvmptom no lefs 
 
 Of a mind that turns lick at another's fuccefs. 
 
 C The 
 
 * A fabulous monfter with fifty heads ; wh^n one was 
 cut off, twoarefaid to have grown up in its itead. An 
 emblem of vice.
 
 12 OX S C A N D A L. 
 
 The foul breaking out ot a cankerous heart. 
 That fpreads its contagion thro' every part. 
 No name is fuificiently vile to exprcfs it; 
 To fcandalize Scandal impoflible is it. 
 
 The devil fir ft rais'd it to ruin mankind, 
 
 And bafely fuggefted God's gifts to ronfin'd;* 
 
 And everfmce then, it has been his endeavour. 
 
 By this means, the deareft of int'refts to fever. 
 
 All hiftory's page it has ftained with Mood ; 
 
 And thoufands has fent to the ftygian flood. f 
 
 How oft has it brother en^ag'd a<jninft brother. 
 
 And children ftirr'd up to curie father or mother.' 
 
 At Samfon's exploits we have wond'red before: 
 
 Let hers be produe'd. ancl we wonder no more: 
 
 Heaps on heaps of his foes, in the dav lii>ht he flew ; 
 
 She heaps of her friends, and in the dark too: 
 
 And may we not add. with a weapon as bale 
 
 As ever was his. the jaw-bone ot ;.:• ii>. 
 
 When 
 * Gcn.iii. i. + The river of hell.
 
 O X S C A N D A L. 
 
 1 3 
 
 When neighbours alfemble to fip the warm tea, 
 
 In innocent chit-chat, ami mirth to agree; 
 
 Then Scandal on*icioufly thrufls herfelf in, 
 
 And whifpers about, tho' (lie never isfeen — 
 
 •• Have von heard?"— ;i Yes indeed — I am 
 
 [quite lurry tor't". — 
 
 • Well, who could have thought — hut 'tis like 
 
 [all the fort." 
 
 •• Pray Madam whatisit?"-- i; O Sir I'mafhani'd — 
 
 'Tis pit}- Inch crimes mould fo much as be 
 
 [nam'd." 
 
 • But are vou quite fure?-'' Yes yes, Miftrefs Blab 
 Told it me. and fhehad it from — Oh what a flab 
 
 Twill be to religion.-Pray Sir do not frown — ■ 
 
 Can you doubt h- —good God! — 'tis all over 
 
 [the town." 
 
 One word hi a corner more mifchief may do, 
 
 Than can be retrieved the loiigefl life thru'; 
 
 for Ill-fame flies fwiftly. and oft in the heart 
 
 Her poifon infufes, e'er Good-fame can dart: 
 
 C 2 And
 
 14 ON SCANDAL. 
 
 And the heart is like wax. winch, when heated 
 
 [will take 
 
 Bad imprefiions, that when cold, it will not for fake. 
 
 Befides many thoufands the Jul f. hood have heard, 
 
 That ne'er (hail be able to hear the fad clear'd, 
 
 It rofe from a trifllc — 'twas fuch an one laid — 
 
 Thro' town, and thro' count rv, the rumour is 
 
 fforead : 
 
 *Tis believ'd, 'tis confirmed, the man's charac-"] 
 
 [tcr's (lain : 
 
 Couldhe live like an angel, 'twill ne'er rife again, ^ 
 
 Or weep tears of blood, he can't warn out the 
 
 [{lain. J 
 
 Then let us endeavour this foe to unnerve; 
 For every taie keep an ear in referee ; 
 Our judgement fufpend, until both fides arrive ; 
 Still favour the abfent, be flow to believe. 
 And whene'er we meet, let us Scandal (hut or.; ■ 
 This dang'rous incendiary every where fcoui. 
 If a neighbour lias flipp'd. let us pity his cafe : 
 Speak the heft Rill behind him, tin ^rtftohMae,
 
 THE PINE-TREE AND GOURD. 15 
 
 THE 
 
 PINE-TREE and the GOURD. 
 A FABLE. 
 
 JEAR a tall Pine-tree, that in ancient (late, 
 
 Jl\ 
 
 Spread forth his branches, once a Gourd 
 
 [being fet, 
 
 Xourifh'd by frequent rains, and clement ikies. 
 
 From low obfcurity began to rife : 
 
 Till wanton grown, and creeping near the Pine. 
 
 Dar'd with his boughs her tendrils to entwine. 
 
 Bv his help mounting to the folar rays. 
 
 Her fhowy flowers., and pompous fruits difplays. 
 
 Now fwoln with vanity, the faucy plant 
 
 Thus o'er the friendly Pine began to vaur.:. 
 
 • Behold proud tree, how much I vou e\c 1. 
 
 With traits of i>o!den hue. thai or; >ndiv fwcli. 
 
 -■ My leaves more verdant, and thun yours nui 
 
 [ijpreati 
 
 *■ And mv bold brandies m^vici) vour head. 
 
 " I!
 
 l6 THE FINE-TREE AND GOURD. 
 
 " If thus, already. I above you foar; 
 
 '" "What fhall I be in a few feafons more < '' 
 
 The Pine in age. and grave experience grown : 
 
 With patience heard the Gourd'sinfulting tone: 
 
 Then thus reprov'd her. ' : Be it to vou known, 
 
 '" Thro' many years the tempefts I have fought. 
 
 "• Winter's bleak winds have brav'd. and fummer'; 
 
 [drought. 
 
 '• Unnumber'd (hocks fuftain'd. and dangers pail. 
 
 '• OeTcame them ail. and here I ftand at lail. 
 
 '•' While yc»u, proud upflart. who your bettersflout . 
 
 "• From the vile dunghill t'other dav crept out: 
 
 " But one (harp n'vjjit will foon your pride abate. 
 
 '" Deflrov vour verdure, and decide vour fate." 
 
 Moral. 
 
 rhenfpighl of • •■xcornhs. ftill good fen fe prefers 
 A ni(Ml.:-'{) merit. />;' ; > epericne'd years. 
 For hidden growths. »ho' thev furprife us all. 
 Do oft iurprife ui by a hidden fall. 
 
 DEPRAVITY
 
 DEPRAVITY OF MAN. 1J 
 
 DEPRAVITY of MAN. 
 
 Yy EASON with fcripture does agree, 
 Man is not what he ou^ht to be. 
 
 Experience proves his zuill perverie, 
 And ever bent to choofe the worte. 
 His under/landing dark to that, 
 Which moft concerns his better ftate. 
 And his affections chiefly plac'd 
 On that the nrft, which ihould be laft. 
 His mcm'ry eafieft docs retain, 
 Things inficmificant and vain. 
 And ever prone to judge amif< 
 Of his own itate, and future blils. 
 Sure was man what he ought to he. 
 His trueft int'refl he muir fee: 
 Not fcorn eternity, and poife 
 .\ fleeting duft. againft ib: j ikies. 
 
 OX
 
 1 8 ON THE WORD ABBA* 
 ON THE WORD 
 
 ABBA, 
 i. 
 
 HPHOU kindeft of Fathers behold a child 
 -*- [weak. 
 
 O call me thy own, and aflift me to fpeak : 
 
 'Tis Abba's the word that I tain would pronounce, 
 
 How happy were I could I utter it once 
 
 II. 
 Compofed of two letters, the firft in the row. 
 So eafy it feems, alas! did I but know; 
 To fhut but the lips, and to open again, 
 And breathe from my heart towards heaven amain 
 
 III. 
 
 Yet how many Rabbies, and men ol renown 
 
 For wifdom and learning in every town; 
 
 Have not learn'd this A, B, B. A to repeat. 
 
 Nor ever ran learn it 'till brought to thy feet. 
 
 STRONG
 
 STRONG BEER, 19 
 
 STRONG BEER. 
 
 1. 
 
 IV yf USE, now fing the pow'rs of Barley 3 
 
 And the Hop's preferving juice : 
 *Tis a theme that has but rarely 
 
 Been apply 'd to facred ufe. 
 Mean the fubjecl: is I grant ye, 
 
 Yet may rich inftruclion yield : 
 Kings themlelves for many a dainty 
 
 Are beholden to the field. 
 
 II. 
 
 While man held his purer nature^ 
 
 Free from malady and (in ; 
 He could drink th' unfully'd water. 
 
 And contentment found therein, 
 
 D But
 
 20 ST RONG BEER. 
 
 Buf" now from his garden driven, 
 And compel J'd to till the foil ; 
 
 Shorn er bev'ra^e God has eiven 
 To fupport liim in his toil. 
 
 III. 
 
 Warmer countries boaft their vineyards. 
 
 And the lufcious grape pofTefs ; 
 Yet fure Providence is kind, t'wards 
 
 Thefc^more northern climes not lefs : 
 Here the fields in richefl plenty, 
 
 More fubftantial grain produce ; 
 And due wifdom Heav'n has fent ye 
 
 To prepare the fame for ufe. 
 
 IV. 
 
 But alas how much abufed 
 
 Has the kind indulgence been ; 
 
 What was meant for good, is ufed 
 To provoke to ev'ry fin. 
 
 Yet
 
 STRONG BEER. 21 
 
 Yet O men of fober thinking, 
 
 My flight poem is for you ; 
 That while you your Beer are drinking, 
 
 You may drink initruttion too. 
 
 V. 
 
 "Tis compos'd of fweet and bitter ; 
 
 Emblem of your prefent flrife : 
 Thefe, well mingled, make you fitter 
 
 To enjoy eternal life. 
 Love is fweet, and faith gives power 
 
 To religion's chryftal ft ream ; 
 And affliction's bitter flower 
 
 Serves to keep it Itill the fame. 
 
 VI. 
 
 As the Malt mult well be biuifed, 
 When by previous fkill made meet" 
 
 Then with lealding liquor ufed, 
 To extratl the latent fweet : 
 
 D 2 So
 
 22 STRONG BEER, 
 
 So muft grace in you be proved, 
 
 Various trials undergo ; 
 That all obftacles removed, 
 
 You its genuine worth may know. 
 
 VII. 
 
 When your Wort is tunn'd with caution. 
 
 And with yeft is well imbru'd ; 
 What a wonderful commotion 
 
 Ev'ry foulnefs to extrude ! 
 'Tis thus, with the new converted. 
 
 Where God's quickning grace has been , 
 Ev'ry effort is exerted 
 
 To expel all inbred fin. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 If vour Malt and Mops be genuine, 
 
 And due care to brew it right ; 
 Such Beer will by long continuing, 
 
 Grow more wholefome, ftrong and bright. 
 
 Thus
 
 S T R O N G B E E R. 23 
 
 Thus aee makes the faint maturer, 
 Feculence and pride throws down • 
 
 Joy will fparkle, love be purer, 
 As in faith you're flronger grown. 
 
 IX. 
 
 But if bad be your ingredients, 
 
 Or your management amifs ; 
 Time, or all your quack expedients 
 
 Never can recover this. 
 So the foul that's driv'n by terrors ; 
 
 Not poflefs'd ol vital pow'r, 
 Still continues foul with errors, 
 
 Or with tempers bad turns four, 
 
 X. 
 
 Now my Friend, you have my brewing, 
 
 Oh, that I my wifh might have ! 
 Thoufands, Beer has help'd to ruin, 
 
 Might it help but one to fave ! 
 
 Then
 
 24 STRONG BEER, 
 
 Then you'll drink with moderation, 
 And God's bounty ever blefs, 
 
 For the cup of free falvation 
 
 Thro' the Saviour's risjhteouinefs. 
 
 THE 
 
 SUN and DUNGHILL, 
 
 A FABLE. 
 
 laucy Dunghill once would vie 
 With the bright Regent of the iky ; 
 
 The foft 'ring heat, why not all one 
 
 li: found in her, as in the Sun ? 
 
 Befides her warmth had ofr prevail'd, 
 
 When his enfeebled rays had fail'd ; 
 
 Had rais'd productions from the earth, 
 
 And giv'n a thoufand plants their birth : 
 
 Thefe
 
 THE SUN AND DUNGHILL. 25 
 
 Thefe oft her kindly aid could boa ft 
 When Sol had left them to the froft. 
 
 TV affronted Sun grew fiery hot, 
 And at her all his fiercenefs fhot — 
 Ah foul indignity ! how dare 
 You filthy heap with me compare ? 
 Shall heat in putrefaction bred, 
 And by intefline diicord fed - — 
 Shall your ofFenfive fumes efTay 
 To match my beams that make the day ? 
 You're oft a nuifance, and the neft 
 Of noxious vermine— Men detefl 
 Your very fight — and foon your heat- 
 Is turn'd to rottennefs compleat. 
 
 i. 
 
 My pow'r thro' nature's frame is hurPd, 
 And Hands coeval with the world : 
 Yourfelf are but the vile refufe 
 Of what my power did once produce. 
 
 Flowers.
 
 26 THE SUN AND DUNGHILL, 
 
 Flowers, and fruits, and odours fwect, 
 And man, and beads my prefence greet : 
 Alt things exult in the mild fway 
 Of me, the Ruler of the day : 
 Delight and health / flill difpenfe— 
 You give difguft to ev'ry fenfe. 
 
 Moral. 
 
 Hence, men may learn what various fprins^ 
 Oft actuate them to do like things : 
 How widely difFrent is the zeal 
 Which hypocrites, and chriftians feel ! 
 This like the Sun's all quick'ning beams ; 
 That like the Dunghill's loathfome fleams : 
 The one in felf begins and ends ; 
 The other all men's good intends.
 
 ON A BUBBLE. 27 
 
 ON 
 
 A BUBBLE. 
 
 A S Newton view'd the Bubble rife 
 
 From the blown pipe towards the Ikies ; 
 Reflecting the prifmatic hues, 
 (The colours which the rainbow fhews) 
 'Tis laid he by the trivial fight, 
 Improv'd his knowledge of the light. 
 Excufe me, if I fain would ihew 
 Inftruclion from a Bubble too. 
 
 Of water 'tis compos'd, and air, 
 The one more grofs, the other rare ; 
 This like the foul ftill upward tends, 
 Like the dull body that defcends ; 
 Slight: is the bond that keeps them one ; 
 By ev'ry puff of breath undone : 
 
 Thaf
 
 2 8 ON A BUBBLE. 
 
 Thai, very air which makes them (Veil, 
 Expanding, burfts tilt flimiv fhell ; 
 And accidents nnnumber'd tend 
 To bring them to a fpeedy end. 
 
 Vain mortals in this Bubble view 
 A faithful counterpart of you. 
 Puft up with heated air — no more — 
 In pride, ambition, how you foar ! 
 A glittering outftde you difplay, 
 Bedeck'd with ipedous colours gay ; 
 But our fond withes you illude. 
 As empty of all real good : 
 Light and inconftant too we find. 
 Shifting with ev'ry breath of wind . 
 And in your height of prolp'rous mirth, 
 A moment brings vou down to earth. 
 So frail th' attenuated thread. 
 That holds the living from the deixl ! 
 
 7, 
 
 V I'OTT'
 
 ON A BUBBLE. 29 
 
 From mortal lungs the Bubble fprings, 
 And (harts the fate of mortal things. 
 The vita] principle in man, 
 From God's immortal breath began ; 
 And to its fource would ever rile, 
 Were it not held by carnal tycs ; 
 And as it riles, ilill expand, 
 'Till it had burft its ambient band, 
 And mingled with its native air, 
 In the celeflial atmofphere. 
 
 But lee the tranfient wonder's o'er ; 
 The baielefs fabrick is no more ! 
 Where is the Bubble we admir'd, 
 That lately to the clouds afpired ? 
 No trace remains to (hew us were ; 
 Difpers'd and vaniih'd in the air. 
 Now lo, the beauteous tints arc gone, 
 That on the inflated furfacc fhbne ! 
 
 E 2 And
 
 3° 
 
 ON A BUBBLE. 
 
 And all its glory now is found 
 In a few fprinkles on the ground. 
 
 So ends the flaib of human pride. 
 When death life's union doth divide : 
 In the vile clay of life bereft, 
 No form, no comelinefs is left ; 
 The foul ; which animation gave. . 
 Is fled, and drops it in the grave. . 
 Now all diftincrions it could; boaft, 
 Within this dark abode are loit : * 
 Howe'er belov'd, admir'd before ; 
 The place that knew it. knows no more. 
 
 But how precarious are the dales 
 
 Of thefe gay Bubbles, and their fates 
 
 Some burft before they well are ripe, 
 
 Scarce difengaged from the pipe ; 
 
 Some mount ambitious to the fkv, 
 
 And there in thoufand atoms flv ; 
 
 Others 
 * Pfa 49. 14-
 
 ON A BUBBLE. 
 
 31 
 
 Others arc whirled by the blaft 
 Of adverfe winds, and find at laft 
 Againft fome wall their fated doom ; 
 Nor ever to perfection come. 
 
 The like vioiflitudes befal , 
 The Lords of this terxeftrial ball : 
 Thole Bubbles which mankind we call ! 
 Numbers exift.we fcarce know why, 
 Enter the world, then weep and die ; 
 Others wear-.ckit a lingering time, •■ '. 
 Turmoil'd and toft. from cUmje ; to clime. 
 The buffet of the winds and waves ; 
 At length, find quiet in their graves. 
 
 1 
 
 > 
 
 A tew who feem to reach the clouds, 
 (The envy of admiring crouds) 
 Soon vanifh, and no trace we find ; 
 Their names are fcatt'red in the wind. 
 Some burfl with glutt ny, fome with pride ; 
 And lomc ?. natural death have died ! 
 
 Fatigue,
 
 32 ON A BUBBLE. 
 
 Fatigue, indulgence, want, excels, 
 Each in it's turn does life fupprefs ; 
 And war's, and law's, contentious pother. 
 Too oft dafh one againft another. 
 
 Thus man's exiilence cafual feems ; 
 And thus delufive as his dreams. 
 But holy Infpiration lavs, 
 We all have our appointed days ; * 
 How few, and evil at the beft, 
 The hoary Patriarch t once confeft : 
 Yet lo ! on this precarious date 
 Eternal confluences wait! 
 
 Epiphonema. 
 
 A worthless Bubble tho' I be, 
 All-gracious Spirit quicken me. 
 I'd leave the earth, and mount above. 
 Warm'd and expanded by "thy love; 
 
 * Job 7- i. t Gen. 4"- 9 
 
 And
 
 ON A BUBBLE. 33 
 
 And all thy beauteous colours mow, 
 Of truth and holinefs below : 
 Then burft, and mingle with the Ikies, 
 And lofe myfelf in joy and praife. 
 
 A GOOD CONSCIENCE. 
 
 i. 
 
 /^ I YE me a good confeience, that's tender, 
 ^* [not weak ; 
 
 Not teazed with fcruples, yet faithful to fpeak ; 
 
 Not fear'd with prefumption, from guilt fprinkled 
 
 [clean ; 
 
 And void of offence towards God, and t'wards 
 
 [men. 
 II. 
 
 A (crapulous Confeience does weaknefs betray, 
 
 And like a fore finger is ftill in the wav ; 
 
 A delicate habit too fqueamifh and nice, 
 
 Thar will ft rain at a gnat-fly. and fwallow down 
 
 [vice. 
 
 III.
 
 34 A GOOD CONSCIENCE* 
 
 III. 
 
 A Confcicnce that's hard'ned, and can no more 
 
 [feel : 
 
 As callous as horn, and as flubborn as fteel, 
 
 I deprecate ! — Heav'nly Father let me 
 
 Still feel, and forfake what's offenfive to Thee, 
 
 c 
 
 IV. 
 
 A Confcicnce defiled can nothing enjoy ; 
 
 But like a foul ftomach does naufeate and cloy, 
 
 With what would to others be wholefome and 
 
 I «ood : 
 
 Makes a curie of a bleffing, and poifon oi food, 
 
 V. 
 Then give me a Confcicnce that's pure and ferene, 
 To ferve God aright, and diilinjaum between 
 A fhadow and fubftance. Nor with a falfe touch 
 Make too little of fin, or of trifles too much, 
 
 •* * *
 
 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATION. 35 
 
 THE 
 
 GOLDEN CHAIN 
 
 OF 
 
 SALVATION. 
 
 On the Author's feeing his emblematical print [the Golden 
 Chain of Salvation) h,ung up in the window of a print- 
 /hop, amidji a variety of profane fubjecls. 
 
 INTENDED BY WAY OF EXPLANATION'. 
 I. 
 
 \ MIDST a group of vanities, 
 
 Spread forth to catch unwary eyes; 
 Fantaflic and impure : 
 The Golden Chain ! what, what is this ! 
 What means this ftrange, this myliic piece ? 
 I'll (lay and view it lure, 
 
 F II.
 
 36 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATION* 
 
 I r~ 
 
 But lo, methinks I only fee 
 
 Confufion and obfcurity : 
 
 Whit can it all intend ? 
 
 Some uncouth figures arepourtray'd. 
 
 And clouds and darknefs/ light and fhadc 
 
 In feeming chaos blend. 
 III. 
 
 .'Such is Salvation to the man, 
 
 Who's ignorant of its wond'rous plan, 
 
 Or gives a tranfient glance : 
 But when we take a nearer view ; 
 But chiefly, when we tafte it too, 
 
 'Tis all fignificance.) 
 
 IV. 
 
 Four equal Circles like a chain. 
 
 Do each eternal truths contain, 
 
 Infep.arably knit : 
 On thefe, a Female fafely rclls ; 
 An er Mem of the Church jf Chrift, 
 
 Caught from Hell's yawning pit
 
 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATION, 37 
 
 V. 
 
 See. what a Glory does furround 
 
 This happy Church ; with Stars fhe's crown'd, 
 
 Cloth'd in a fpotlefs Robe : 
 Her eves t'ward heav'n with joy call up, 
 While cleaving faft by faith and hope. 
 
 She treads upon the Globe. 
 
 VI. 
 
 This Glory is the bright'ning rays, 
 
 The Sun of righteoufnefs difplavs 
 
 His favour'd Church around. 
 Thofe Stars, the teftirnony fhew 
 Of prophets, and apoftles too, 
 
 With which this Church is crown'd. 
 
 VII. 
 
 But what's included in thofe Links ? 
 
 Some emblematic truths methinks, 
 
 I plainly in them fee : 
 Dependant all, and all compleat, 
 Of one dimenhon, and in fweet 
 
 Concordance all agree. 
 
 F2 VIII.
 
 38 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATIO! 
 
 A III. 
 
 The Firfl contains God's fovcreign W ill, 
 
 Which pow'r and goodnefs will fulfil, 
 
 And juftice fhall approve ; 
 Concerning thofe, whole holy lives. 
 And humble hopes true witnefs gives. 
 
 Their names are writ above. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Thefe arc conform 'd to Chrift their head ; 
 
 Lo there the multitude he fed, 
 
 Lo here the fcourge he bore : 
 
 Was chearful 0: ill in doing good. 
 
 And patient in all full 'rings flood ; 
 Tho* bath'd in fwcat and gore. 
 
 X. 
 Hanging on this all-wile decree. 
 
 Th' appointed means of grace we ice ; 
 
 The Word of truth and love : 
 Repentance ('wards an angry God, 
 And faith t 'wards Jefus' precious blood, 
 
 ScaI'd bv the hcav'nly Dove. 
 
 ■u 
 
 XI
 
 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATION. 39 
 
 XL 
 
 Thus, by the energy of grace 
 
 Sinners are call'd to ieck God's face, ■ 
 
 E'en from dcfl ruction's brink. 
 From foily, fin and error call'd, 
 By the good Shepherd to his fold — 
 
 Tins is the fecond Link. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Level with this the Penitent (hews 
 
 'Who thro' faith's Optic, humbly views, 
 
 The all-atoning Crofs. 
 Sunk in oblivion all his fin, 
 And cloth' d with Righteoufnefs divine, 
 
 His own he counts but lofs. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 The Ring, (the badge of love and peace) 
 
 His Hand of faith does nobly grace, 
 
 And fee his Feet adorn'd 
 
 With Shoes, embroider'd rich be fide 
 
 With holinefs ; while this world's pride 
 
 Is trampled on and fcorn'd. 
 
 XVI,
 
 40 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATION, 
 
 XIV. 
 The Link of Glory which remains. 
 
 Emblems of jov and praife contains ; 
 
 Tho' yet but faintly known : 
 
 Yet not lef's fure--His fore-known Bride, 
 
 Predeftin'd, call'd arid juftify'd; 
 
 Chrift will with glory crown. * 
 XV. 
 Angels are wrapt in deep amaze ; 
 
 And ftretch their wings, and {loop to gaz* 
 
 On the myflerious plan. 
 
 With grief their fufF'ring Lord they know • 
 
 And vet more bright thev feem to ylow 
 
 With joyfulnefs for man. 
 XVI. 
 
 Now. fee what might- Arms atop. 
 
 Bear the flupendous fabric up ; 
 
 How hangs the World on it ! 
 While wide Deflruction gapes in vain. 
 And Fiends their feeble efforts drain 
 
 To drag it to the Pit. 
 
 * Rom. 8. 29 30. XML
 
 GOLDEN CHAIN OF SALVATION. 41 
 
 XVII. 
 
 In heavVs immutable high Throne, 
 
 iiehold eternal Love is mown ; 
 
 Thro* Chrift the Mercy-feat t 
 That Cov'ring of the ark fo call, 
 Whence God propitious is to all 
 
 Who worihip at his feet. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Above the Clouds three equal Lines, 
 
 Each with peculiar Glory mines ; 
 
 Yet to one Centre drawn-— 
 Not that the author could fuppofe, 
 Lines, the high mvft'ry would difclofc., 
 
 Of heav'n's fupreme THREE-ONE. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Soon, foon will Time the thread cut fliort, 
 
 That does this hair-hung World fupport : 
 
 Then woe to worldlings all ! 
 
 But when in ruin nature links ; 
 
 Hail happy fubje&s of thefe Links, 
 
 For you can never fall, 
 
 STRENGTH,
 
 42 STRENGTH. 
 
 STRENGTH. 
 
 Aft ACROSTIC, 
 
 S fiould all the pow'rs of hea'v'n and earth be 
 
 [join'd ; 
 
 T h' angelic, human, brutal force combin'd ; 
 
 R. ocks, mountains, bulwarks, citadels and tow'rs ; 
 
 * * * * # # # 
 
 N ature's flrong holds, and artificial pow'rs; 
 G iants, and engines of amazing force ; 
 T hen add the camel, elephant and horfe : 
 II iatus void were all, did not at length, 
 *E ternal Might come in, and make it StrEngth. 
 
 Explanation. 
 
 The word Strength coniifUng of feven confonants 
 could not be pronounced without the vowel E. — So the 
 whole creation would be but a blank, without the 
 continual exertion of uncreated Power. — All power 
 belongeth unto God. Pfa. 62. 11.
 
 ON THE ORGAN. 43 
 
 THE ORGAN. 
 
 TTTHAT a noble Inftrument 
 
 Lamech's fon did once invent 1* 
 Since improv'd by modern care, 
 Pleafmg to the eye and ear. 
 Here is each harmonic chord 
 Which the pow'rs of found afford ; 
 
 Ev'ry fweetnefs is combin'd 
 
 1 • 
 
 That can charm the tuneiul mind. 
 
 "V" : . .. 
 
 Inftrumcnts of ev'ry fort 
 
 I ■ 
 Here their excellence import ; 
 
 Here the Trumpet's martial found, 
 
 Here the mello T ,v Flute is found, 
 
 Horns, and Hautboys mix their tunes, 
 
 Sprightly Cornets, deep Baffoons. 
 
 G Mufic 
 
 * Gen. 4. 2r,
 
 44 ON THE ORGAN. 
 
 Mufic here exhaufts her treafure, 
 
 Brings each various mood and meaiuve 
 Rapid movements, folemn drawls, 
 Sprightly airs, and melting falls ; 
 Soft and foothing, loud and clear. 
 Swelling gently on the ear ; 
 Thro' each pleafing concord roll. 
 Raife and captivate the foul. 
 
 Let us peep within the Cafe. 
 And the hidden caufes trace : 
 Pipes are feen in graceful rows.; 
 Undearneath the Bellows blows ; 
 Hence the wind in fecret ways 
 Channels to the Pipes conveys ; 
 Great or fmall, but not exceeds ; 
 Jufl proportion'd as each needs 
 To perform its office well, 
 And in proper place excell. 
 
 Regifters
 
 ON THE ORGAN. 45 
 
 Reciters there are befide, 
 Which in grooves are made to Aide, 
 And with wind each row fupplies, 
 Or the whole can harmonize ; 
 Thus each lep'rate Mop is dumb, 
 Or may (peak ad libitum. 
 Here befides are Valves and Springs, 
 And a multitude of things, 
 Difficult to be explain'd ; 
 AH for fpecial ufe ordain'd. 
 
 But tho' curious to the fight, 
 Organs would be ufelefs quite — 
 Touch'd by fkilful hands alone, 
 'Tis the Keys mufl give the tone, 
 And compound the various chords, 
 Which rich harmony affords. 
 Nor can raufic yet be drawn 
 By the fkilful touch alone ; 
 'Tis the Wind's all pow'rful blafl 
 Gives effecl to all at laft. Ev'ry
 
 46 ON THE ORGAN. 
 
 Ev'ry movement has its ufe, 
 Does to gen'ral good conduce ; 
 Ev'ry pipe its place muft fill, 
 Paflive to the maker's will ; 
 Here the great, and there the fmall 
 Equally important all : 
 But revers'd. or left to chance. 
 What confufion, diflfonance 
 Shocks our ear — but O what beaut v. 
 When in place each does his duty ! 
 Speaks enough, and not too much, 
 Nicely anfw'ring to the touch. 
 When each one performs his beft, 
 And is tun'd to all the reft ; 
 Then fweet harmony is made. 
 And delight our fouls pervade. 
 
 Nor do pleafe the fenfe alone.. 
 Ciilded pipes and fineft tone : 
 Greater plea aires here I find. 
 Pleafurcs that improve the mind. Sa
 
 ON THE ORGAN. 47 
 
 Say the Organ is the Church, 
 And its myfteries let us fearch : 
 Built by him, who built the fkics, 
 And with harmony (applies 
 All the planetary orbs, 
 Which no difcord e'er difturbs : 
 Who from Adam's flock, can raife 
 Inflruments to found his praife. 
 
 Various Stops, of various name; 
 (In effentials yet the fame) 
 Sects and parties aptly mows, 
 Which the chrifiian church compote ; 
 Diff'ring in their gilts and ways ; 
 Unilon in Jefus' praife. 
 Some like Diapafons foft, 
 Sooth, and lift our fouls aloft. 
 Others route us with alarms ; 
 As the Trumpet founds to arms : 
 
 Theft
 
 48 ON THE ORGAN. 
 
 Thcfe. the (inner to convert, 
 Thofe to heal the broken heart : 
 But to praife their common Lord, 
 In full chorus all accord. 
 
 Next the Keys may repreient 
 Means of grace — The facrament, 
 Pray'r or preaching, touch'd with fk.il!, 
 If the end we would fulfil. 
 Yet on thefc we can't rely ; 
 From the Spirit's agency 
 All the means efficience gain. 
 Or we preach and pray in vain. 
 
 Epiphone-ma. 
 
 Might I fill the humble it place 
 Ufefully within the cafe ; 
 Keep the ftation me affign'd, 
 Influenc'd by the lacred Wind ; 
 
 Chor«
 
 ON THE ORGAN, 49 
 
 Chord with faints below, above ; 
 Tun'd to harmony and love. 
 Tho' remote from public view. 
 Not a gilded pipe lor (hew : 
 j Specious hypocrites oft thefe. 
 Anfw'ring not to wind or keys) 
 But reiponiive to the Will 
 Of my heav'nly Maker ftill, 
 1 my noblelt pow'rs would raife, 
 In the chorus ul his praife. 
 
 LOVE 
 
 HUMAN and DIVINE, 
 
 CONTRASTED. 
 
 A I.L human love compare to thwarting rays, 
 Of devious light, refracled thro' the lens 
 Of lhallow fenfe ; conversing till ihev clalh, 
 And then diverge as faft. — Too oft we find, 
 The point of concourfe proves the point of ills : 
 The fuddener they meet, the fofter off they fly.
 
 $0 LOVE HUMAN AND DIVINE. 
 
 The love of God is like the central beam. 
 
 (More clear, more ftrong, more equal and more 
 
 [Tree } 
 
 Caught on the mirror of a bright'ned foul ; 
 
 And back reflected on itfelf ai^am. 
 
 o. 
 
 The love of God, O who can find itsmeafure' 
 Deep as our woe, and high as his perfections ; 
 Broadlv extending over all his creatures; 
 Length without end, thro': both Eternities. 
 
 The BEING and ATTRIBUTES of GOD. 
 
 nP"0 prove a God all natures' works arife. 
 
 Thofe works fo ; perfect fhew him great and 
 
 [wife, 
 
 Rcafon fuggefts he mud be jufl and true, 
 
 And in his word a God of love we view.
 
 THE HAPPY MEAN. 51 
 
 THE 
 
 HAPPT MEAN. 
 i. 
 
 T^AIM would I find the happy Mean, 
 The narrow path that lies between ; 
 Not foar too-high, nor fink too low, 
 Nor run too faft, nor creep too flow. 
 
 II. 
 
 Not bloated with fantaftic air, 
 Nor fhrivell'd up with with carking care 
 Not rafhly vent'rous, and as free 
 From fcrupulous timidity. 
 
 III. 
 In bufinefs diligent, to get 
 The comforts of the prefent ftate ; 
 But not purfue that bufinefs fo, 
 As thofe fame comforts to forego. 
 
 H HI.
 
 52 THE HAPPY MEAN. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Free, but not lavifh ; fpend my ftore 
 For all tilings? needful, noi one more. . 
 Meat in my habit, but not nice ; 
 Follow convenience, not caprice. 
 
 V. 
 
 In aclion vig'rous, yet ferene ; . 
 Patient in fufFrings, but not mean : 
 Whate'er my lot on earth may be,. 
 Receive with equanimity. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Not foon elated with fuccefs, 
 Nor overwhelmed with diftrefs : 
 Flee moping fadnefs, frantic folly ; 
 Excefs of mirth, or melancholy. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Religion my chief ardour claims ; 
 
 And here unbounded be my aims : 
 
 Grd'.- glory, al! men's happinefs, 
 
 Eternal joys, and prefent peace, VII I
 
 THE I-TAPPY MEAN.' 53 
 
 VHL 
 
 Yet I'd true adoration feel, 
 
 Not wild enthufiaftic zeal ; 
 
 Or boilin<> o'er with blind devotion," 
 
 Or froze with cold infipid notion. 
 
 IX. 
 Not {train, for points above my reach, 
 Keep to thole truths the fcriptures teach : . 
 Hold fall whatever truth, I feiz,e on, . 
 Tho' ever open to found reaibn. ... t\ 
 
 X. 
 True to the party I approve, 
 Yet excellence in all men love; 
 For a ftiff bigot to a name, 
 And a church-vagrant* both I blame. 
 
 XI. 
 
 I 'wards men that equal rule purfue, 
 
 What I'd not fuffer, never do : 
 
 To all obliging, courteous, free, 
 
 £>ut no fantaflic fribble oe. XII, 
 
 * One that wa nders from one Sect to another.
 
 £4 THE HAPPY MEAN, 
 
 XII. 
 
 Not bafely cringing to the great, 
 Yet with becoming del'rence treat : 
 Nor on the mean contemptuous tread. 
 Seek their efleem, but not their, dread. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Stanch to my. King, and Country's weal ; 
 In both a mutual int'reft feel : 
 But not my liberty- fo prize, 
 As to pluck out ariQther f s eyes. 
 
 XIV. 
 Not chain'd with fplendid vafTalage, 
 Nor bit by patriotic ra,ge ; 
 But do my duty in my ftatipn, 
 And to my Betters leave the nation, 
 
 XV. 
 When ev'ry duty I have done, 
 Thank God tor all, but trull in none. 
 My num'rous faults deplore, yet not 
 Qefpair of pardon Chriil has bought, X *V
 
 THE HAPFY MEAN. 55 
 
 XIV. 
 
 When on the verge of life I tread, 
 Death's dart i"d neither court, nor dread ; 
 But meet my fate. with chearful awe, . 
 And from a captious world withdraw. 
 
 TRUE NOB It ITT. 
 
 1. 
 
 T TAIN thole honours, and uncertain, 
 
 Which may lools and knaves beial : 
 5 Tis the good, in fpite of fortune, 
 We the truly great may. calh 
 
 II, 
 
 Is a Name, or founding. Title, 
 Giv'n by Potentates of earth; 
 
 Worthy of thy fond recital, 
 {stranger to-an heav'nly birth? 
 
 III.
 
 o 
 
 6 TRUE NOBILITY. 
 
 III. 
 
 What fho* Sol may mine refplendent. 
 
 And brave emblems deck your fhjeld : 
 li on vice you are 'dependent ; 
 
 If you do to bafenefs yield! 
 
 Fond or anceflry, you trace it ; 
 
 But *f you've no worth to filers*, 
 Know 3 the farther back you place ir, 
 
 J Tis the more remote trom you, 
 
 V. 
 
 Say. can heaps of glitt'ring treafure, 
 
 Wide domains ennoble thee ? 
 Or can fcarfs and garters mrafure., ' • 
 
 True and genuine dignity ? 
 Vd. 
 He alone is great; and noble, 
 
 Who can reverence himlelf ; 
 Who c~n count the world a bubble^ 
 "HPlcaiures. pageantry and pell, Yli
 
 TRUE NOBILITY. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Who difplays a manly vigour. 
 Wins two vicVries at a blow : 
 Firft his pride fubdues with rigour. 
 Then with kindnefs quells his foe. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Who, by Vice, or Folly taunted, 
 Perfeveres in Virtue's race. 
 
 Who can meet his fete undaunted, 
 And the King of terrors face. 
 
 IX. 
 
 It at nothing great you're aiming, 
 But in floth or paftimes lounge : 
 
 li in whoring, drinking;, gaming, 
 \ ou, your dignity can plunge : 
 
 X. 
 Doe:. My Lord, or 's Grace befit ye? 
 
 Lofty Titles, pompous Forms — 
 i )'om my heart I canyon pitv, 
 
 J.itile defpicable Worms. 
 
 57 
 
 STATE
 
 58 STATE OF INNOCENCV. 
 
 STATE OF INNOCENC1 
 
 AN ACROSTIC. 
 S uch high perfection as a God could give 
 T o man, his lait, belt woik ; we may believe 
 A dam polled ; nor wanted one thing yet 
 T o make his happy iiation more compleat : 
 E *er pride had fWoln, cold envy had confin'd, 
 
 r boift'rous paflion had diflurb'd his mind. 
 F av'ritedf heav'n, and Lord of all below ; 
 
 1 mage of him whofe goodnefs made him fo r 
 N o forrovv knew, remote its caufe as yet ; 
 
 K o fin had tainted his all-perfe& ftate : 
 O mnifcient as concern'd Ins duty, blifs ; 
 C apacious was his mind, his pow'rno lefs : 
 E rich creature gladiv did his wifh obey ; 
 M at. tie lubmittt d to his gentle (way : 
 C rown'd with a Confort perfect as was he ; 
 Y outh ever blooming, hom di ford er free «
 
 THE UNGRATEFUL BEE). .59 
 
 mi Hit 1 
 
 THE 
 
 UNGRATEFUL BEE, 
 
 1 r 
 
 sX" .<" -^ ^ ^^^" -^ 
 
 0« <z i?fi^ which being Jnatched J-rcmi drozvning 
 injlantly Jhing the hand zvhichfavcd it. 
 
 f~^ RACE LESS creature how cpuld you 
 
 Serve your kind Deliv'rer fo ? 
 
 ■ ■ ' . ■ ■ ■ • " ; , . 
 
 Wound the hand, with cruel rage, 
 Which would fain your griefs affuage? 
 Which with kind officious ftrife . 
 Reached the pole that iav'd your life .? 
 Ingrate ! furely not like thee 
 Was that hun'd illuflriou's Bee,* 
 /Efop has immcortaliz'4, 
 Who the Dove's deliv'rance priz'd,: 
 
 lie due gratitude could (how, 
 
 ': i : '',1. .' , "i' . -, 
 
 And with vengeance ftunir her foe, . 
 
 I TJu'nk 
 
 * See the Fable of the Do\t ap.d Bee,
 
 6o THE UNGRATEFUL BEE. 
 
 Think, vile infect, what difgrace 
 Haft thou brought upon thy race I 
 How thine anceflryhaft fham'd, 
 Lomj for focial virtues fam'd! 
 
 o 
 
 Struggling On the waves you Iay r 
 To voracious fifh a prey ; 
 Flutt'ring round and round with pain, 
 You attempt the fhores in vain ; 
 And no friendly breeze does waft 
 To your help a leafy raft ; 
 Nor the ofier twig does bend, 
 That may kind afh fiance lend. 
 Then did pity touch her mind, 
 And immediate help you find : 
 Why (e'er life was fcarce regain'd) 
 Were your puny efforts ftrain'd 
 To repay with pungent fmart, 
 Her who did that help impart ? 
 Ah ungrateful creature why — 
 Surely you deferv'd to -die ' 
 
 A I.
 
 THE UNGRATEFUL BEE. 6i 
 
 Co perfidious caitiff go; 
 I forbear to flrike the blow : 
 Should I tread you to the duft, 
 Surely all mull deem it juft ; 
 But revenge becomes not me, 
 E'en towards a worthlefs Bee, 
 How ungrateful have I prov'd ! 
 To that God who freely lov'd 
 Me, when on the billows toft, 
 And well nigh lor ever loft ! 
 Who redeem'd my guilty foul, 
 Who, when wounded, n>ade me whole. 
 To revenge, in me were wrong ; 
 Vengeance do'n't to me belong. 
 
 Yet due puniftiment you'll find ; 
 
 See, you've left your fling behind ! 
 
 Now efteem'd a ufelefs drone 
 
 (Doom'd like Cain to rove alone) 
 
 You a vagabond muft live, 
 
 Driv'n from ev'ry focial hive; 
 
 I 2 , Shun'd
 
 62 THE UNGRATEFUL BEE, 
 
 Shun'd by eVry honeft Bee, 
 Whither, ah whither can you flee ! 
 Now expos'd to ev'ry foe, < 
 Y >u no weapon have to fhow ; 
 For one foolifh aft undon*, 
 Pitied or reliev'd by none ; 
 Miichiefcan no longer do. 
 And muft lhortly perifh too. 
 
 Epiphonema. 
 
 O might this ungrateful Bee 
 Prove an ufeful hint to me ! 
 Think how on the tide of fin, 
 Floating, and well nigh drawn in, 
 Bv deflrufhon's Whirling gurge ; 
 (Wave on wave to ruin urge M 
 Strut "-'ling in the iaws of denth, 
 
 no o J » 
 
 Hell attending on each breath, 
 Not a fmg^e twig of hope, 
 Not a leaf to bear mc up : 
 
 Mi
 
 THE UNGRATEFUL BEE, 6g 
 
 All attempts to reach the more, 
 Scrv'd to (ink me but the more; 
 
 Then how kind to me ! how dear. 
 Was that welcome meffenger, 
 Who reach'd oat the goipel pole, 
 And from finking caught my foul ; 
 Then, to (both my anxious care, 
 Laid me to his bofom bare ; 
 And apply'd the healing balm 
 Of a Saviour's precious name. 
 Now deliver'd from my fears, 
 Wip'd away my falling tears, 
 Bleflings numberlefs I have, 
 And a hope beyond the grave. 
 
 Shall I ever, ever grieve 
 Him who taught my foul to live ! 
 Or the mflrument e'er wound, 
 By which mercy I have found ! 
 
 9 forbid
 
 64 THE UNGRATEFUL BEE. 
 
 forbid it God of Grace ! 
 How could I thy name profefs, 
 Where a fin fo much as nam'd 
 
 Of which dev'ls would be afham'd. 
 Could I fuch a cijmc commit, 
 (For a cbriftian church not fit) 
 
 1 delci verily were driv'n 
 
 From all on earth, and all in heav'n. 
 
 MODERN INFIDELITY. 
 
 npFIE aneient Fools faid in their heart.* 
 But our "wife Mcdrr?is dare affert. 
 
 There is no God : 
 But how this wondrous world was brought. 
 Into exiflence without thought, 
 
 Is wondrous odd ! 
 
 * a 
 
 *Pfa. xiv. i.
 
 MODERN INFIDELITY. 6fr 
 
 .:> 
 
 II. 
 
 Endlcfs effecls without a caufe. ; 
 Order and fitnefs without law* ; 
 
 Hard to conceive ! 
 Yet afk the ftubborn Infidel, 
 Whod — mns all myfteries to hell; 
 
 He can believe ! 
 
 III. 
 
 Does mture frill from nature flow ? 
 What has no author, has no law : 
 
 Right 'tis a dream ! 
 
 Chance governs all ! — And this day's will 
 Of him that's ftronsjefL muft be ftill 
 
 The law iupreme. 
 
 IV. 
 
 That I'm a Man, and not a Flv ; 
 
 (If thefe bold reas'ners do not lie) 
 'Twas merely chance. 
 
 Rut how came Chance, or what is it ? 
 
 To tell. I own is paii my wit- 
 Then go to France !
 
 66 MODERN IlVFIQi:UI A 
 
 V. 
 
 O let me tread the fafer way, 
 
 And fpight oi all fchefe moderns iav ; 
 
 Believe a God. 
 And if I'm wrong, they can't upbraid 
 Me for my faith, when both arc. hud ' 
 
 Beneath the clod ' 
 
 THREE QUALlFlCXnOm 
 
 N K t D I- U L for a PREAC II E II , 
 
 '"T^IIE Herald who the gofpel fpreads, 
 
 Thcfe three prerequifites much needs - 
 Not now indeed the gift of tongues. 
 But jlill found Heart, found Head, found i mm 
 A Heart that's found in heav'/ily love, 
 And found to precious fouls does prove ; 
 A I lead in purcR doctrine found, 
 Which not with cx'ry wind turns round , 
 And Lungs as found, as any brau- 
 To found it forth to ail the race.
 
 THE UNIVERSAL CONQUt ROR. 6 J 
 
 THE 
 UNIVERSAL 
 
 CONQUEROR 
 
 i. 
 
 /~^E ASE, ceafe to tell of Caefar's bloody fame ; 
 
 Of Alexander and his murd'rous crew : 
 
 The mightier Hero I'm about to name, 
 
 Has humbled kings, and conqu'rors not a few. 
 
 E'en Caefar's l'elf. and Alexander proud, 
 
 To his fuperior lceptre loathly bow'd, 
 
 II. 
 
 'Tis Death, great Death ! the conqueror of all 5 
 
 From Abel, to the la ft that e'er fhall fall : 
 
 Who learned names, nor dignities reveres ; 
 
 Nor pities feeble age, nor tender years : 
 
 The bold who fears not, nor the rich will know; 
 
 Nor thinks the meaneft wretch too mean a foe. 
 
 K III.
 
 68 THE UNIVERSAL CONQUEROR. 
 
 III. 
 
 'Tis Death, who flill delights to deal his blows, 
 
 Where leajl men think, where moji his pow'r he 
 
 [fliows ; 
 
 The flurdy Champion at a flroke cuts down, 
 
 But lets the wretched Lazar linger on ; 
 
 The Wife and Virtuous foon his arrows find, 
 
 While worthlefs Knaves are left to plague man- 
 
 [kind. 
 IV. 
 
 The dearefl friends, and nearefl relatives, 
 
 From bleeding bofoms he remorlelefs rives ! 
 
 While thro' proud Palaces he grimly flalks, 
 
 (Marking with blood and {laughter his dread 
 
 fvvalk> j 
 
 ; . i":-':;! flies from Cells of woe and pain; 
 
 \ru\ groaning Hofpitals implore his aid in vain, 
 
 V. 
 
 :■ ■: (arcaftic is the wily foe ; 
 
 In the fhangc way by which he flrikes the blow, 
 fbe careful Drudge, who long had robb'd him- 
 
 .■■■ a retiring to enjov ;i;: : pelf) 
 
 An
 
 THE UNIVERSAL CONQUEROR. 69 
 
 An apoplc6lic fit of all bereaves. 
 
 And his hard favings to a Spendthrift leaves. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Hie fumptuous Epicure (who more than gains 
 Prefers his eafej is rack'd with gouty pains ; 
 And lo ! the Votary of Pleafure groans, 
 While filthy venom rankles thro' his bones ; 
 A quinfy flarves the Glutton, and we fee 
 The Starveling bloated with a tympany. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The dainty Fribble delicate and nice, 
 
 Is chok'd with his own flench, devour'd with 
 
 [L-ce; 
 
 The Wit cat out with vapours, and the Gay 
 Without apparent caule oft pine away ; 
 lie, of his limbs th' Athletic does deprive, 
 Beauty deforms, and Honour rots alive. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thus doth the grill-,' Monarch urge his reign s 
 
 And his unbounded tyranny maintain : 
 
 Fiom
 
 70 THE UNIVERSAL CONQUEROR 
 
 From hoary heads, to the untimely birth, 
 He rules without a rival o'er the earth. 
 In vain do Cowards fue, do Heroes boaft — 
 And bribes and flatteries on Death are loll. 
 
 IX. 
 
 But is Death then the foe of all mankind ? 
 No, he's the only friend on earth they find. 
 Behold the Upright, mark the Perfect man, 
 Who fears his God. who doth whate'er he can, 
 To blels mankind ; yet on!)- doth depend 
 Foi mercy, pardon, blifs, on Chrift his friend, 
 
 X. 
 
 (He on the crofs difarmd the haughty foe; 
 Ken- fends him friendly to his faints below, 
 To loofethem from their iorrows,and their pains, 
 To cut afunder all their galling chains, 
 And introduce them to his heav'nly courts, 
 While thro' the dreary pa{Tag< he fupports i
 
 THE UNIVERSAL CONQUEROR. ji 
 
 XI. 
 
 10 fuch. no fudden death need e'er be fear'd, 
 Death can't be fudden, they are Hill prepar'd ; 
 Nor yet fevere, it does from dungeons raife 
 To heav'nly thrones, from griefs to endlefsjoys : 
 Painful it may be. yet e'en this but tends 
 T" enhance their future Blifs, which never ends. 
 
 THE 
 
 RARE SECRET. 
 i. 
 
 r ~p , be rich I intend : 
 
 But, nor money, nor friend 
 
 Can I call mv own, 
 
 Xor one foot of land have I undo the fun. 
 
 II. 
 Ah ! what's to be done ? 
 
 Impatient I'm grown ; 
 
 Rob I would not. nor Meal ; 
 
 But rich I mull be, . l io.i I mafT . "-n.i I wil ; . 
 
 ill
 
 72 THE RARE SECRET. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thus I ftampt, and I (lard 
 
 A friend overheard ; 
 He gave me a twitch- — 
 *' Peace, peace,. I have found a receipt to be nch. ; 
 
 IV. 
 I gladly gave heed, 
 And beg'd he'd proceed ; 
 For Riches I'd have — 
 
 Me fmil'd.and laid " Patience a moment I crave 
 
 V. 
 
 i: My fee re I- is fuch. 
 
 " Have you little or much, 
 
 " 'Twill yield you a flore ; 
 " Or double twice over what you had before. 
 
 VI. 
 
 ••' The means arc at hand, 
 
 '•' To be rich at command , 
 '■' And obtained with cah . 
 " lj an orbviaoour. cv what wa\ you pleafe. 
 
 VII
 
 THE RARE SECRET. 
 
 73 
 
 VII. 
 
 c< If labour's your choice, 
 
 " Or you love merchandife j 
 
 <c I'll teach you a trade, 
 " Where cent per cent'mt'rett. isevery day made. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " Or if art you prefer, 
 
 (" Not fond of much care) 
 
 " I've a wonderful flone 
 
 " Will loon do your work, and by touching 
 
 [alone. 
 IX. 
 
 u Then why mould you fret ? 
 (i By it nothing you get ; 
 Xi When here is a More, 
 
 *' s And he who obtains it can never be poor." 
 
 X. 
 I begg'd he'd explain, 
 Nor keep me in pain- 
 He gladly reply 'd ; 
 
 :s T\\.r Muiu are within yon. and no where 
 
 XI.
 
 74 
 
 THE RARE SECRET. 
 
 XI. 
 
 " Be content, and 'tis done, 
 
 " The world is your own ; 
 
 " Whate'er is of worth : 
 
 " The reft what avails? you are rich, you art 
 
 [happy hence-forth, 
 
 ■i Hi T_iL*!MW* 11 " 
 
 The PRODIGAL MISER, 
 
 AN EPIGRAM. 
 
 HPHE Mifer has a double felt" ; 
 
 The one loves cafe, the other pelf; 
 Thefe are perpetually at ft rife. 
 Nor ends the context but with life, 
 Perhaps, to-morrow want he may, 
 Therefore he'd rather want to-day \ 
 His future felf will fcarce permit 
 His prefent felf to eat a bit : 
 And yet fur momentary toys, 
 He'll fquander everlafting joys.
 
 THE VINEYARD. J § 
 
 THE 
 
 VINEYARD. 
 
 Go, work to diry in my Vineyard. * 
 
 ROFESSORS of religion all, 
 The Mufe would your attention call 
 Tho' fimpleis the truth (lie im^s : 
 '■ To fay and do are different things/' 
 Mere compliments have little force; 
 We often deem them words ol courfe : 
 Who ufe them much we fcarcely trull ; 
 They raife fufpicion and difguft : 
 But when religion's made the plea, 
 
 Tisc 1 
 
 dangerous hypocrify 
 
 L A certain 
 
 * Mat. xxi. 28.
 
 j6 THE VINEYARD. 
 
 ' A certain Man a Vineyard held, 
 Inclof'd from nature's barren field ; 
 Delighting here his Sons to prove, 
 In duty, diligence and love. 
 Each in his (everal work proceeds ; 
 Some dig the foil, fome hoe the weeds, 
 Some the luxuriant branches lop, 
 Others the feebler branches prop ; 
 Paul plants, Apollos we„ts the ground, 
 And all with heav'nly bleffing's crown'd 
 
 The Chrifltan Church this Vineyard call ; 
 The Houiholder, the Lord of all ; 
 His Sons, Profeflors arc at large ; 
 To whom he gives this (olemn charge : 
 " Go to my Vmeyard ev'ry one, 
 " Much there is needful to be done ; 
 ■" Go labour while 'tis cail'd to-day. 
 ■• Your work admits of no delay : 
 • ; Let it be feen how much you prove 
 ■ My approbation and my love. • 
 
 ,l At
 
 THE VINEYARD. 
 
 " At ev'ning I your work will view, 
 
 ; ' And each fhall have what's juftly due," 
 
 i; I go Sir," lays the Pharifee : 
 And who more diligent then he 
 In pruning off exub'rant (hoots ; 
 But wofully neglects the roots ! 
 Priding himfelf in outward fhews, 
 And mercenary are his views : 
 To his own glory all is done ; 
 For he, pure gofpel love has none, 
 Xor feeks God's honour, but would fain 
 Men's praife and admiration gain. 
 
 ' I go Sir." fays Intemp'rate Zeal. 
 Ves, like a thief that goes to (leal, 
 O'er hedge and ditch you blindly rufh, 
 Madly thro' brakes and briars brufh ; 
 Your judgement for the ftandard let, 
 And then your fellow fervants beat; 
 L 2 
 
 77 
 
 Pretend
 
 78 THE VINEYARD. 
 
 Pretend God's glory, mean your own, 
 And others labours trample down. 
 Was but the Vineyard left to you, 
 What dreadful havoc muft cnfue ! 
 
 :: I go Sir," fays Vain Confidence : 
 Yet ftirs not he one foot from thence ; 
 Infpeculations waftes his day, 
 And faunters all his hours away. 
 ' : Re diligent in work-— not he — 
 ' ; 'Tis legal — and (thank God) he's free- 
 " Enough for him that he believes, 
 ' : Salvation as a gift receive?. 
 '• The bed of men have had their flips— 
 c: And who the law at all times keeps ? 
 " To grieve becaufe he can't o'ntv 
 :: Does furely a weak faith betray.'* 
 
 c: I go Sir," firs the Formalifl : 
 And now no folemn rite is miiVd ;
 
 THE VINEYARD. 79 
 
 Atpray'rs, at preaching, facramcnt, 
 Firft there, and there the mod intent, 
 In clofet rigidly devout, 
 Can fin a little when he's out ! 
 If unawares fome neighbour, rude, 
 Should on his dated hours intrude : 
 From pray'rs he rifes, angry, vext, 
 ■Vnd doubles his devotion next. 
 Does he prefer a form, or he 
 Should make a form extempore. 
 At church or meeting, 'tis all one : 
 ; We've formalifls in ev'ry town) 
 So diligeat! you Tare mufl fay, 
 This does his Father's will obey. 
 
 Poor man ! you do not work, but flave, 
 
 Vnd neither thanks, nor wages have ; 
 
 i o) while on forms exact enough. 
 
 The fruitful branches yon cut off : 
 
 \ 011 (poil the vines ol all their [-rapes, 
 
 To pleafe your eyes with antic fhapr. ; 
 
 And
 
 80 THE VINEYARD. 
 
 And jtxfl as well fure he fucceeds, 
 
 Who pulls the plants and leaves the weeds. 
 
 At ev'ry ordinance precife ; 
 
 In tithing * fcrupuloufly nice: 
 
 While works of juftice, mercy, love. 
 
 You quite omit, or flightly prove. 
 
 The Houfeholdcr with forrow fill'd— 
 ({ Shall then rav Vineyard lie untill'd ? 
 " Mud I forever thus be mock'd — 
 " With empty compliments be fhock'd ? 
 " No, I'll command my other Son ; 
 " No doubt he prefcntlv will run: 
 " Unnumber'd bleffings has he found, 
 e - And furely is in duty bound, 
 "'• To render me fome Service due: 
 " Go. Son (my Vineyard waits for you) 
 i% Your dutiful obedience fhew." 
 
 Bui lo ! the difobedient Son 
 
 Thus anfwers, w-th a furlv t me : 
 
 "' I will 
 * Mat. xxiii 2:. Luke vviii. 12,
 
 THE VINEYARD. 8l 
 
 " I will not go : what, wafte my days 
 
 " In prayers and harm aufterities ! 
 
 " I'm free, and will not be controll'd ; 
 
 ( • Religion's fitted for the old ; 
 
 " But I am young, and blithe and gay, 
 
 6C And mufl fubmit to pleafure's fway. 
 
 ;; I'll gather rofes while they blow — . 
 
 *' The time may come- 1 will not 20." 
 
 But who is proof gainft fov'reign Love ? 
 The molt rebellious heart 'twill move : 
 It foftens adamant and fleel, 
 Or what's as hard, man's ftubborn will. 
 Almighty Love now tries it's pow'r, 
 Lo, in fome kind propitious hour 
 It reach'd his heart, his folly fhew'd, 
 And all his ftubborrmei's fubuu'd. 
 The Son is touch'd — He now r, v jenl 
 Fli: rafh rcfolves, his dire •
 
 82 THE VINEYARD. 
 
 He fues for pardon, and for grace, 
 Then to the Vineyard runs apace ; 
 There works with gratitude and zeaj 
 And thus fulfils his Father's will. 
 
 A REFLECTION 
 
 On blowing a Fire, and obferving the ajceni oj 
 the Sparks. 
 
 T7TLEduft and afhes as I am, 
 
 Fir'd bv the Spirit's quick'ning t ail 
 I'll emulate the purer flame, 
 And t'wdrdj fuperior regions haffe : 
 With fparklin"- zeal, and glow in 2 love, 
 And e\ : r-tow'ring praifc 111 rife ; 
 1'rora all zny earthy dregs remove, 
 And mingle with my native flcies.
 
 EMPLOYMENT FOR ETERNITY. 83 
 
 EMPLOYMENT 
 
 FOR 
 
 ETERNITY. 
 
 1. 
 
 T^TERNITY, o'erwhelming thought ! 
 
 The farther ftill the more 'tis fought z 
 A Deep immenfe without a coafl, 
 Where ages are by thoufands loft. 
 How fhall we fill that mighty void ? 
 How mail thofe ages be employ 'd ? 
 
 II. 
 Yet lo ! in one immortal mind 
 We more than adequate may find^ 
 That unconceived yoid to fill 
 With topics inexhauflible : 
 Eternity too fcanty feems 
 T" inveftigate theboundlefs themes. 
 
 M And
 
 84 EMPLOYMENT FOR ETERNITY. 
 
 III. 
 To view by heav'n's unerring light 
 The works of Wifdom infinite ; 
 Creation's wonders fully fcan, 
 And all God's providential plan ; 
 Each of thefe fubjects fure would be 
 Too much for one Eternity. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Each pleafing fcience to explore. 
 Which we but flightly knew before ; 
 Thofe hidden caufes to fearch out. 
 By which effects were brought about ; 
 All nature's beauties - j admire, 
 Millions of years would fure require. 
 
 V. 
 
 The various hifl'ry of the world 
 Perhaps will fully beunfurl'd; 
 The rile of empires and their fall, 
 And God's all-wife defigns in all-: 
 
 To
 
 6 
 
 EMPLOYMENT FOR ETERNITY. 85 
 
 To read the complicated page, 
 Would take an everlafting age. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Should we the fcenes reiterate 
 Of this probationary date, 
 While our prompt memory revives 
 Each paft occurrence of our lives ; 
 The retrofpecdive view would yield 
 To us a moil extcnfive field. 
 
 VII. 
 The meaning of each grief to know, 
 And difappointment while below ; 
 Dangers efcap'd, unknown before, 
 
 And bleffinCTs numberlefs count o'er- — 
 
 o 
 
 Eternity will feem too fhort, 
 To thank our God for ev'ry fort. 
 
 VIII. 
 With all the virtuous and the wife, 
 Who've gain'd a manfion in the fkies, 
 
 M z To
 
 86 EMPLOYMENT FOR ETERNITY. 
 
 , To be acquainted and converfe, 
 Our mutual happinefs rehearfe— 
 With every fuch all-perfe6l friend, 
 An age of pleafure we might fpend. 
 
 IX. 
 
 But O, the myfteries of grace, 
 And myfteries of fin to trace ! 
 Why fin permitted to commence. 
 With all its horrid confequence. 
 And how from evil good is drawn — - 
 Would fill Eternity alone. 
 
 X. 
 
 Thus no dull taedium Ihall we find, 
 Or painful vacancy of mind ; 
 But pay the debt or praife we owe, 
 (Which will bv pavment ever grow) 
 And thus with wonder, love and joy. 
 A bleft Eternity employ.
 
 THE FOLLY OF IMPATIENCE. 87 
 
 THE FOLLY 
 
 OF 
 
 IMPATIENCE. 
 1. 
 
 Y"\EAR Friend let Providence direct 
 Your every ftep, nor dare obje£t, 
 Nor run before, but patient wait, 
 And it will open ev'ry gate 
 That bars your road, make crooked plain, 
 "Till you your utmofl wifli mail gain. 
 
 II. 
 
 Too-many eagerly would gripe 
 The promifes before they're ripe ; 
 Which of their own accord will drop, 
 When their appointed time is up, 
 By hafte they over-run their joys ; 
 ■\nd wifhing oft their wilh defiroys. 
 
 Ill,
 
 88 THE EOLLY OF IMPATIENCE. 
 
 ill. 
 
 Have you not feenhow (illy thole, 
 Who prefs a pofie to their nod 1 . 
 To rifle its fpontaneous fweets ? 
 But only dilappointment meets : 
 For the bruis'd flow'rs infipid grown, 
 Yield a rank favour, not their own. 
 
 VI. 
 
 We blame the too-fond mother's joy, 
 
 Who overlays her fav'rite boy. 
 
 Or fool ('who dire deferv'd to be") 
 
 Whofe <?oofe once laid the golden e^g : 
 
 But was a greater goofe himfelf ; 
 
 Ript up his fowl, and loft his pelf.* 
 
 V. 
 
 Yet lo ! men judge they're palling wife, 
 
 If they ci:n grafp a pre fen t prize ; 
 
 Nor mind, how on a in tare day 
 
 May dearly for their rafhnefs t>ay : 
 
 Pamoi; 
 
 •Section's Fublcs,
 
 THE FOLLY OF IMPATIENCE. 89 
 
 Paflion now wants her good things giv'n, 
 But Patience waits for her's in Hearo'n* 
 
 VI. 
 
 But dropping now the riddling mood, 
 
 I'll with an anecdote conclude. 
 
 A Friend of mine (no matter who. 
 
 Perhaps my Friend you've done fo too) 
 
 Did melons in his garden fow. 
 
 But nature's procefs thought to flow : 
 
 VII. 
 
 Then ev'ry day he flir'd the ground, 
 And the fcarce mooting feeds he found, 
 *Till vegetation often check'd, 
 They rotted, and ne'er took effecl: : 
 Thus all his hopes Impatience crofs'd, 
 And all he rains is labour loft. 
 
 MANNERS 
 
 * See Pil erim's Progrefs.
 
 go MANNERS MAKE THE MAN, 
 
 MANNERS MAKE THE MAN! 
 
 AN EPIGRAM. 
 
 A H ! what's a Title without merit ? 
 
 'Tis a void carcafe without fpirit ; 
 
 A rotten image gilded o'er ; 
 
 A liar and garter on a fore. 
 
 What tho' you are addrefs'd " My Lord/"' 
 
 If your behaviour don't accord ! 
 
 Or if " His Grace" mould be your title, 
 
 If grace you have not got a little ! 
 
 Or mould your name conclude D. D 
 
 Great Doclor of Divinity ; 
 
 Unlefs in teaching you excel, 
 
 Men will be apt Dumb D — g* to fpell, 
 
 Bat O thofe dignities how bright ! 
 
 Where honour, virtue, grace unite : 
 
 Good fenfe and learning lay the plan. 
 
 And gentle manners make the man, 
 * 11a. lxvi. x..
 
 fAITH ABOVE REASQN.; Ql 
 
 FAITH above REASON. 
 
 i. 
 
 "Y$ Y Faith we wond'rous truths can fee 
 
 Wrapt up in gofpel my fiery, 
 
 Which Reafon can't difcern : 
 
 Which haughty Wifdom won't allow, 
 
 Foriooth, becaufe fhe knows not. haw, 
 
 And is too proud to learn I 
 
 II. 
 
 Shall Wifdom ever then admit ; 
 Or Reafon prove" twas right ana fit, 
 
 That God mould leave his throne ? 
 Defcend from heav'n's fublime abodes 
 
 Tu make men little lefs than gods, 
 And for their fins atone ! 
 
 . : N
 
 92 FAITH ABOVE REASON* 
 
 III. 
 
 Shall blamelefs innocence be fcourg'd, 
 
 That guilty rebels might be purg'd, 
 And with high honours crown'd ? 
 
 No, fays proudReafon, 'tis abfurd ! 
 
 Was e'er fuch arrant folly heard ? 
 Was e'er example found ? 
 
 IV, 
 
 But firfl then let us afk her why 
 
 Thoufands of infants daily die, 
 
 Who ne'er a fault commit ? 
 Feel forrow, ficknefs, want and pain ? 
 Yet that they do fo what more plain ? 
 
 Can Reafon prove it fit ? 
 
 V. 
 
 On ev'ry plant, and ev'ry tree 
 
 IJnnumber'd myft'ries lo we fee, 
 
 Which Reafon can't unfold : 
 Itfelf's a my fiery we find ; 
 For how produced in the mind 
 
 Has never yet been told. IV.
 
 FAITH ABOVE REASON. 93 
 
 VI. 
 
 Yet Reafon I would not degrade, 
 
 Nor from found Wifdom would diffuade ; 
 
 But let them keep their place, 
 And in their proper orbits fliine ; 
 There Reafon's felf is half divine, 
 And Wifdom is a grace. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Let them, with ever-cautious oars, 
 
 Still paddle round time's winding fliores ; 
 
 To (hallow fenfe keep nigh : 
 
 But Faith explores the tracklefs deeps, 
 
 And with bold fails the ocean fweeps 
 
 Of vaft eternity. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 In dufky {hades let Reafon prowl ; 
 
 And Wifdom, likelier fav'ritc owl, 
 
 Avoid the folar ray : 
 
 But Faith outbraves the bird of Jove ; 
 
 The fun's dim region foars above, 
 
 And balks in purer day ! 
 
 N 2 AN
 
 '94 AN /ENIGMA. 
 
 AN 
 
 ' JENIGMJ. 
 
 S lately I rov'd o'er the the hills, thro' the 
 
 [plani", 
 Admiring the products of "V\ "iidom divine ; 
 
 Above me, around rne, yea under my feet 
 
 Nought elfe but flrange woriders methouaht could 
 
 j_I meet : 
 
 Yet one of all other? molt drew my attention ; 
 
 Pray hear me defcribc him, then try vour in-. 
 
 [vention. 
 Convolv'din a.lab'rinth the caitiff I found, 
 
 And Ptricily immured with round within round ; 
 
 For innocence yet there are few who exceed him, 
 
 And fewer enjoy loch an abfolute freedom : 
 
 A vagrant unbounded, yet (wond'rous, to tell) 
 
 So Uriel a reclufe that he ne'er quits his .cell.* 
 
 Intruding ail over the country dees roam, 
 
 And yet 'tis mod true that he's never from home. 
 
 Ti 
 
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 •AN /ENIGMA. 95 
 
 The proudeft of walls, tho' the clouds veil 
 ,-.•,. [their tops, 
 
 He eafily fcales without ladder or ropes ; 
 
 Mounts ut> to almoft inaccefTible heights, 
 
 Tho' furnim'd but ill for fucb defperate flights ; 
 
 "Which fare you mud grant when I tell you 
 
 [moreover, 
 
 Thai feet", "haSrjds or wings I could never dtfeover, 
 
 I faw him mod cautioufly mark out his track, 
 But by the fame road he fcarce ever comes back : 
 And flrange ! tho' his pace is remarkably flow, 
 
 He feldorn moves ftraight, but goes round with 
 
 [the bow. 
 
 So fimple, fo complex, fo common, yet rare ; 
 True emblem of myfl'ry he is you'd declare .: 
 
 Y. hat name would bed fuit him I could not 
 
 [agree, 
 A pilgrim, a hermit, a pris net or ivca ; 
 
 If G(li. ileih or fowl, or whether all three: 
 
 Yet all I have laid yon will find ftrictly true ; 
 
 To fix it exactly I now leave to you.
 
 96 AN /ENIGMA. 
 
 Anfwer. 
 
 This wonderful creature, when ftripp'd of its vail. 
 No other appears than a poor harmlefs Snail. 
 
 Improvement. 
 
 But lo in this creature methinks I can fee, 
 
 My foul, a moft linking refemblance of thee : 
 
 Shut up in a prifon of ilefla, and confin'd 
 
 To dra<j the dull load, nor can leave it behind : 
 
 How mean is my ftation, how flow is my pace ; 
 
 What mail-creeps, what halts do I make in my 
 
 [race : 
 
 But ftill I'd keep forwards, nor leave the right 
 
 [track, 
 
 Whatever fad burdens I bear on my back : 
 
 Yea ever ambitious, I'd climb t'wards the ikies, 
 
 Tho' flrength I find none for this great enterprize; 
 
 So low my condition, my nature fo frail : 
 
 Yet I've one advantage above the poor Snail ; 
 
 Whatever I want is fupply'd by another, 
 
 I can pray [to my Saviour, my friend and my 
 
 [brother: 
 He is feet to the lame, he is eyes to the blind. 
 
 Andhecan give wings that willcutftrip the wind.
 
 A CHAIN" OF CONSEbtik-Xtts. K)$ 
 
 .MtJW i UM^ » ■ I l^ - Jj 
 
 A CHAIN 
 
 OF 
 
 CONSEQUENCE'S. 
 
 
 A STONISHMENT upon me Size ! ' 
 
 What, what am I •■! or whence came thefe ! 
 What wonders cv *ry where furrquud i 
 What beauties exquifite abound ! 
 Where'er I turn my raviuVd eyes, 
 Frefh objects ftrike me with furprife — 
 What feems there yon ? A globe of fire 
 EnJight'ning all, which feeras t' mfpire 
 With Lie, thole beings multiform, ■ 
 That all around by myriads fwarm : 
 From the huge mongers of the deep, 
 To puny multitude* that creen 
 
 M Oti
 
 98 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 
 
 On cv'ry plant ; and num'rous fry- 
 Minute, that vanifh from the eye.* 
 And fee! a leflfer globe of light, 
 Whene'er his abfence brings the night, 
 And he withdraws his dazzling beams — 
 Thoufands of others too there feems 
 Scatter'd thro' all the boundlefs fi;y 
 In carelefs, beauteous majefly. 
 
 What then am I, or wherefore caft 
 A mid ft this world of wonders vaft ? 
 Whence rofe this complicate machine,*!* 
 Where wonders greater ft ill are feen ? 
 \\ ith various fenfe and po w *rs endu'd ; 
 I fee ! I hear ! I tafte my food ! 
 I move from place to place at will [ 
 Can either pain or pleafure feel, 
 
 As 
 
 * Millions of different kinds of animalcules, or livinz 
 creature?, arc difcoverabL by the microfcopc in a f:nele 
 drop of water. 
 
 t The human bod v.
 
 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 99 
 
 Asoutward objects flrike the fenfe ! 
 Yetlo I am mere impotence; 
 Exifling here becaufe I mufl, 
 A breathing particle of dufl ; 
 A clod of animated clay, 
 That of myfelf can only fay, 
 Once was I born, and once mufl die : 
 Ah who, or where, or what am I ! 
 
 But lo I think ! thofe thoughts exprefs ! 
 
 Self-confciousbcingI poffefs; 
 
 'Midft thoufands who poffefs the fame : 1 
 
 Yet not from us this curious frame, 
 
 Or thinking principle e'er came : 
 
 This would involve abfurdity; 
 
 At once to be, and not to be ! 
 
 To make, before ourfeives were made I 
 
 E'er we could will, to be obey'd ! 
 
 'Tis not in man a mite to" form, 
 
 Or animate a dying worm, 
 
 O 2 Create
 
 100 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 
 
 Ci>-ar? an atom, wing a fly, 
 
 O; letch a dew-dicp from the fkv. 
 
 Ye, dranmvfp 
 
 Li.'" 
 
 if. re limbic iicrs. 
 
 es m t-arii'j or lea, 
 
 iiLiu.v mankma muit iur.iy be: 
 Since tam'd by hisfuperiorflcill, 
 Ai.-d :n. ie fubftrvknUol'is will. 
 
 i'un.'moft jr'iorious of the left, 
 (Y-.:o A- Ivei Coi- a-od confeft) 
 Tbo' A ilun^sov-n his qmeb'ning beams; 
 1)-," Old c>f v- i;]. or pev/r A J Items : 
 
 n '.i- ; te. :•.''• odLc :oas quite, 
 A ij'k . e ;"•" cc ot.'.c !e c i :-j r^ . 
 
 t ?J] A,: fl O-. 'J ;.' CO : . . the (Lv, 
 
 C • i Aoo ther \\ it : him \ ie. 
 J A v ro j,-, ufAAl! .is ; 
 C io mi; ' !j m; . ;. v t son. fs :
 
 A- CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. ioi 
 
 So that whate'er is fern, 'tis clear, 
 
 Could not be-form'dby that which doth appear. 
 
 Some great Firft Caufe mud then have be 
 Superior far to all I've feen : 
 Some wife Iatclii^ence I guefs, 
 For all his works declare no lefs. 
 On all things, winch to me appear. 
 He has impreirdhis charader. 
 Millions of different parts I lee 
 Arrang'd in beauteous fymmetry ; 
 All fuited to tacir various ends, 
 And each the other's good intends ; 
 Agreeing in one perfc£t whole, 
 As actuated by on.; foul. 
 That he's all-pow'rful needs no proof; 
 That I exiii is prcoi enough : 
 In me what wonders are combiri'd ; 
 V, hai nice dependencies are jom'd : 
 
 Amidll
 
 102 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 
 
 Amidft a thoufand death's upheld, 
 And with ten thoufand bleffings fill'd. 
 Nor I alone, to all that lives 
 He life, and breath and being gives; 
 To all his daily kindnefs fiiows ; 
 On each his proper blifs bellows : 
 So that 1 cannot but conclude, 
 Some Being pow'rfal, wife and good : 
 My own exiftence mud deny, 
 E'er I can doubt a Deity. 
 
 *Tis bona this God I all derive, 
 To him my all I ought to give ; 
 Worthy of cv'ry pow'r I have, 
 Since cv'ry pow'r to me he gave; 
 And ev'ry bleffing ! enjoy 
 
 lure ihouici :n i ! is prane employ. 
 A Being amiaMc, yet jufl. 
 (For if all-pcjft.il fo he mufl) 
 
 It
 
 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 103 
 
 If jufl, then he muft punifh wrong, 
 Unlefs th' offender is more ftrong; 
 But he who made me fure mull have 
 A pow'r to punifh or to fave ; 
 And he who form'd the heart muft know 
 Whether the heart be right or no. 
 
 Then am I as I ought to be ? 
 What this jufl God muft claim of me ? 
 Or have I render'd all I owe ? 
 My confeious fpirit anfwers, No. 
 My dubious thoughts oft me accufe, 
 Tiiat his indulgence I abufe ; 
 To his jufh fervice prove untrue, 
 And do what I ought not to do. 
 A ftrange propennty to ill, 
 Spite of myielf, alas, I feel ! 
 And when I would do good, I find 
 A law oppofing in my mind ; 
 
 Front
 
 lOi A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 
 
 From hence I juftly may conclude 
 I am not what he made me — Good : 
 Some haplefs change mufl have bef.il, 
 But: how, or when, I cannot tell.* 
 
 Yet I would fain forgivenefs hope, 
 From his iar^e mercy's boundiefs fcope : 
 To him what pleafure can it be 
 To triumph in my mifery ? 
 But then a doubt moots thro' my heart, 
 (I feel it like a poifon'd dart) 
 What ground have I to think he will- 
 Is he not juft and holy ftiil ? 
 For if one Tinner he can free, 
 And pafs by with impunity, 
 Then why not all the human race, 
 
 And for his juftice leave no place ? 
 
 This 
 
 * The perfon is here reprefented as reafoning from 
 what he feels, without being as yet acquainted with t] ~ 
 fcriptura! account of the fall ot mail.
 
 A CHAIN. O? CONSEQUENCES. IO5 
 
 This would not fare confident feem ; 
 How of his honour mould I deem ? 
 And did no punifhment belong 
 To fin, then where is right or wrong ? 
 
 But mayn't repentance, if flncere. 
 Me from all pall offences clear ? 
 And if henceforth I do my bell, 
 Will not my God excufe the reft ? 
 'Tis all to me remains at Lift ; 
 I can't re-Cover \v hat is pad. 
 What then does God by forrow get ? 
 Did ever tears wafh out a debt ? 
 Or if a debtor ftrictly pay, 
 His obligations from this d,\y ; 
 Will that blot out his former fcore ? 
 Is he a debtor now no more ? 
 But ah ! was all to day made plain, 
 'Twould be to-morrow wrong again; 
 
 For
 
 106 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES, 
 
 For povv'r to what is right I've not : 
 
 Alas, how dreadful is my lot ! 
 
 I have no refuge or relief, 
 
 I muft furrender up to grief ! 
 
 The total fum, the final cod, 
 
 If God be juft, I muft be loft. 
 
 Amongft the creatures. Cure there's none 
 That can for human crimes atone. 
 Should all the animals be Cain, 
 That graze o'er earth's extended plain; 
 E'en with their blood its furface foak, 
 And on ten thoufand altars fmoke; 
 V.'hat fatisfac'tion could that be 
 Toheav'n. what fui table to rru- ? 
 Should nobler beings from on hi h 
 Mortal btcome ar.diormc c : 
 Cou]d they juft punishment endure, 
 Or nardon ior my foul procure * 
 
 I\e
 
 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 107 
 
 No, my offence is infinite, 
 Beyond the reach of creatures quite; 
 And were they able, ah what hope 
 That God would take the matter up ! 
 
 Oh where can I direel my thought ? 
 Where can a fubllitute be fought ? 
 What books, what records. do pretend 
 To point me out fu kind a friend ? 
 Some books indeed do much profefs, 
 And moral virtues warmly prels : 
 And oft I hear of holy men, 
 "Who, by their conduct and their pen, 
 Do excellent examples mow, 
 And point the way I ought to go : 
 But what avails all this to me, 
 Who find an inability 
 Their precepts to perform, and dill 
 Fail diort oi my Creator's will ? 
 
 P 2 Throughout
 
 108 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 
 
 Throughout creation's ample round, 
 Can no kind advocate be found, 
 Mv defp'rate caie to undertake, 
 And fuffer vengeance for my fake ? 
 Some mediator, who can join 
 A nature human with divine, 
 To treat with God and treat with man, 
 Upon an equitable plan ; 
 Sufficient to content the one, 
 And for the other to atone ; 
 Not fore'd. or of his right tl.priv'd, 
 Self- competent and underiv'd ; 
 One who poUedes right divine, 
 To fubftitute his (late for mine ? 
 (And mv jufl creditor agree, 
 What he perfoims, to charge to me) 
 Quite willing, and as able too, 
 To undertake and to go thro' 
 Tne arduous project, and fufil 
 Cornpleatly all my Maker's will ? 
 
 Yes
 
 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. IO9 
 
 Yes, one I find has Hied His blood, 
 
 Who (Tiles himfelf the Son of God ; 
 
 Th" glories o! the Ikies forfbok, 
 
 Mr nature and my mis'ries took ; 
 
 Submitted to be born and die, 
 
 To refcue miners fuch as I ; 
 
 And who, to prove his million true, 
 
 Did miracles and wonders (hew : 
 
 Not frivolous, abfurd, obfeure ; 
 
 But Lifoful in their aim, and pure : 
 
 (The poor were taught, the hungry fed, 
 
 Ileal'd were the fick and rais'd the dead !) 
 
 Whole biamelefs life and dccVrine pure, 
 
 No vi!e imp:; dor could endure : 
 
 Yet he appeal'd to Heav'n's award, 
 
 And publicly to all declar'd, 
 
 That dying he would rife again : 
 
 And that he did Jo is mofl plain; 
 
 yt>v numbers law and prov'd the fact, 
 
 N or would their evidence retract ; 
 
 Unmov'd
 
 HO A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 
 
 Unmov'd 'midfl taunts and tortures flood, 
 And feal'd their witnefs with their blood. 
 
 That this their teflimony's true, 
 Their writings flill remain to fhew : 
 Writings full worthy of my trull, 
 Benign to man, to God moll jail : 
 Where pureft fen ti merits abound, 
 Connivance at no vice is found ; 
 A faithful narrative of fa£ls, 
 Agreed in all materia! acls ; 
 Which fubtlety could ne'er confute, 
 Nor malice from the earth could root ; 
 Tho' back'd by Fow'rs who rul'd fuprcme, 
 And ur::'"d by cruelties extreme! 
 
 'Twas no concerted plan 'tis clear \ 
 Thole variations whicH" appear, 
 In things of fmall importance mew 
 The writers had no fraud in view. 
 
 Be fides
 
 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES, m 
 
 Bcfides from knaves, what likelihood 
 To make men holy, jud and good ? 
 
 A code of perfect laws to frame, 
 Which their own conduct mould condemn ; 
 Cenfure each action, Word, defire, 
 And doom them to eternal fire? 
 Their prefent int'fefl, future fame, 
 Give up for poverty and mame ? 
 Nor could the writers of this book 
 (Tho* crafty methods they forfook) 
 Fools or enthufiafls furelybe : 
 Confummate wifdom lo we fee 
 Throughout this mj chiefs volume mine, 
 In ev'rypage, and ev'ry line ! 
 
 It is the word of Him whofe voice 
 Bid all thefe wonders round me rife ; 
 Who pour'd 'hoi: rruVaty orbs on hi-di 
 In va(t profulion o'er the iky ;
 
 112 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES, 
 
 With various life fills earth and Teas, 
 
 And governs all things as he pleafe : 
 
 For here a majefty I fee, 
 
 With all his other works t' agree; 
 
 It is creation's counterpart ; 
 
 Above the niceties of art : 
 
 Here no fantaftic forms appear, 
 
 Or artful drains entice the ear ; 
 
 But holy precepts we defcry, 
 
 And truths which confeience can't deny ; 
 
 Support in all life's ills we have, 
 
 And glorious views beyond the grave. 
 
 Tho' heav'n and earth depart, this word 
 A fure foundation does afford ; 
 Firm as God's throne it muft endure, 
 And here I fix my hopes fecure. 
 
 * * * * 
 * * *
 
 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES. 11 3. 
 
 A SYNOPSIS, 
 Or concife view of the preceding arguments. 
 
 JL HE moft aftoniming wonders arc to be feen 
 all around us. 
 
 Our own frame is the greatefl wonder of all. 
 
 Man could not be the author of his own exiftenc- 
 or of the things about him. 
 
 No other being that we can perceive, is more likti , 
 to be the author of our exiitence than man. 
 
 There muft therefore be fome invifible Agent who 
 made us ; and this Being is proved by his works to 
 be powerful, wife and good. 
 
 To this Being, who is doubtlefs juft, as well as 
 powerful, wife and good ; we ought to render all 
 dutiful obedience. 
 
 Confcience tells us we have come fhort of the obe- 
 dience due to our Creator; and experience proves we 
 cannot ferve him as we ihould. 
 
 Hope of forgivenefs is vain, without a fuitable fatis- 
 taclionmade to God's jultice. 
 
 Repentance and amendment can make no reftitu- 
 tion for pad offences. 
 
 No fuitable or fufEcient fatisfa£tion 3 or atonement, 
 can be expected from any of the creatures in our be- 
 half. 
 
 0- .
 
 114 A CHAIN OF CONSEQUENCES, 
 
 No books # or perfons point out a furety qualified 
 to undertake for mankind. 
 
 Defcription of qualifications neceffary to conflitutc 
 fuch a furety. 
 
 Jefus Chrift, as fet forth to us in the new tcftament, 
 is juft fuch a furety or mediator as we need. 
 
 The truth and excellency of the fcriptures. 
 
 The fcriptures could not be the work of defignir/g 
 men i" prov'd even from their fuppofed imperfections ; 
 nor of fools or enthufiafts, as may be gathered by the 
 excellency of their contents. 
 
 Conclufion :-— The Holy Bible muft therefore be 
 from God : and if fo, muft be worthy of our full truft 
 and dependance. 
 
 * The books of the Holy Scriptures are here of courfc to be 
 excepted. 
 
 RETALIATION. 
 
 i HE brutes will evil give for evil ; 
 E\ il for good is from the devil ; 
 'Tis human good with good to join • 
 But good for evil is divine. 
 
 AD VIC
 
 ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C. II5 
 
 ADVICE to PARENTS, &c. 
 
 1. 
 
 "PARENTS, and all who have in charge 
 
 To form the riling race ; 
 Your obligations O how largje ! 
 Important is your place. 
 
 II. 
 
 The honour of your Maker's name, 
 
 The welfare of mankind, 
 And your child's happinefs and fame. 
 
 Are all to you confign'd. 
 
 III. 
 
 O then invoke the aid of IIeav'n ; 
 
 Superior wifdom afk ; 
 
 That love and prudence maybe giv'n 
 
 To undertake the talk. 
 
 Q 2 And
 
 Il6 ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C. 
 
 IV. 
 
 And would you much relieve your toil ? 
 
 Then meet their tempers right : 
 Falfe tendernefs too oft will fpoil ; 
 
 Severity affright. 
 
 V. 
 Nor yet negle6l reflraint too long, 
 
 'Till nature fhall run rude : 
 Plabits of vice may grow fo flrong, 
 
 As fcarce to be fubdu'd. 
 VI. 
 The garden of the vouthful mind 
 
 Mui! net be left alone : 
 Some work therein you'll daily find 
 
 Is necdlul to be done. 
 
 VII. 
 The ufeful plant and pleafant ftow'r 
 
 Are rais'd with care and toil : 
 But noxious weeds too oft o'er-pow'r; 
 
 Congenial with the foil. 
 
 VII 1
 
 ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C. 1 1 7 
 
 VIII. 
 
 While green the twig, and pliant ftill, 
 
 Then bend it to its place ; 
 While warm the wax imprefs the feal, 
 
 Which time will not efface. 
 IX. 
 And firft, unto the great Supreme 
 
 Direct their high regard : 
 With folemn awe to fpeak of him ; 
 
 His Name, his Works, his Word. 
 X. 
 And ever let them rev'rence yield 
 
 To his appointed day ; 
 Not faunt'ring o'er the ftreets or field, 
 
 In idlenefs or play. 
 
 XI. 
 But to the temples of his grace 
 
 Your voung immortals lead ; 
 
 And what they hear, at home imprefs ; 
 
 The facrcd volume read. 
 
 XII.
 
 11 8 -ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C. 
 
 XII. 
 Next, to the pow'rs which God ordains. 
 
 Enjoin fubmifiion due ; 
 Obedience to fuperiors gains 
 
 Authority to you ; 
 
 XIII. 
 
 And with their equals to avoid 
 
 All bickerings and ilrite : 
 Peace and good-nature oft betide 
 
 A long and happy life. 
 
 XIV. 
 From horrid cruelty, O turn 
 
 Betimes the tender mind ! 
 Who torture infects, foon may learn 
 
 To butcher human kind I 
 XV. 
 But ev'ry kind and gentle deed 
 
 Should your applaufes meet : 
 Sure thofe who kindnefs often need. 
 
 Should others kindly treat. 
 
 XVI,
 
 ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C. 1 1 9 
 
 XVI. 
 
 To make diflrefs their merriment 
 
 Deferves fevered blame : 
 The wanton crime God may refen* , 
 
 And make your child the fame ! 
 XVII. 
 Immodefl fpeeches, fongs obfeene, 
 
 All ribaldry and trafh ; 
 With what is vulgar, low or mean, 
 
 You with a frown muff quafh. 
 XVIII. 
 But with the fayings of the wife, 
 
 And maxims of the good. 
 Still fill their minds ; and e'en more prize 
 
 Than you would wholefome food. 
 XIX. 
 Difhonefr. practices, and mean, 
 
 Difcountenance always : 
 
 Nor let a knavifh trick be feen, 
 
 E'en in their childifh plays. 
 
 XX.
 
 120 ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C* 
 
 XX. 
 
 To hate a lie, to love the truth, 
 
 Inculcate all you can : 
 Thefe make an amiable youth, 
 
 And a refpected man. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 However rich, yet youth always 
 
 To induflry inure : 
 What may befal in future days. 
 
 No mortal can be fure. 
 
 XXII. 
 Let them not idly pafs a day ; 
 
 Some ufeful ftudy find, 
 Or innocent and healthful play, 
 
 To recreate the mind. 
 
 XXIII. 
 But with what play-iellows you trufl 
 
 Your darling, O beware ! 
 Example like corroding ruff. 
 
 Will tarnifh all vour care. 
 
 XXIV-
 
 ADVICE TO PARENTS, &C. 12 t 
 
 XXIV. 
 Who would be wife, muft with the wife 
 
 Aflbciate day by day : 
 Oft, deeds that manhood fignalize 
 
 Are learn'd in youthful play, 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Thus, taught to a£t their part aright 
 
 On life's important flage ; 
 May they prove now your heart's delight, 
 
 And comfort of your age. 
 
 THE 
 
 FALSE ALARM. 
 
 ?r T"'IS danger (hews men's genuine worth. 
 
 And calls their latent virtues forth, 
 
 Difcovers what is falfe from true, 
 
 And proves thofe virtues are but few. 
 
 True fortitudejrom danger fprings, 
 
 Where dunghill-bullies droop their wings. 
 
 R Hen
 
 122 THE FALSE ALARM. 
 
 litre all forc'd compliments mufl yield, 
 And native felf s no more conceal'd. 
 In danger few with fawning lies, 
 Flatter the fool their hearts defpife ; 
 Or the precedence yield to him 
 They far beneath themfelves cflecm. 
 'Tis this of friendfhip is the tefl, 
 Proves what is real, what's profefs'd. 
 Who isyour friend by this you can try, 
 And who's a friend to purfe and pantry. 
 
 A party of felecled friends 
 (Such as of late that name intends) 
 Together by appointment met, 
 And having fhar'd ahandfome treat, 
 Theev'ning fpend in focial chat 
 Of courage, friendfhip, and all that. 
 One boafts how many dangers he 
 Had noblv brav'd bv land and fea ; 
 
 Undaunted
 
 THE FALSE ALARM. 
 
 123 
 
 Undaunted flood, when others fled, — 
 
 His heart had ne'er been touch'd with dread. 
 
 Another dwells on fiiendfhip's worth, 
 
 And in its praifes launches forth : 
 
 That 'tis in danger chiefly fhown, 
 
 Or elfe true friendship it is none : 
 
 Rather than he'd delert his friend, 
 
 Upon the fpot his life fliould end. 
 
 Patience is alio much extoli"d, 
 
 Amongft the virtues is enroli'd ; 
 
 Of fortitude the younger filler ; 
 
 All on their fide vow to inlifl her : 
 
 With her, heroic deeds perform, 
 
 And weather out the blacked florra. 
 
 The converfation new grew warm, 
 The friendly glafshad banifh'd form; 
 AH harmony and joy appears — 
 Wi.e 1 io a cry aflaults rheirears j 
 R 1
 
 124 THE FALSE ALARM. 
 
 A cry of fire, none knows by whom — 
 
 il Where! where!" reverb'rates round the room: 
 
 " 'Tis in the houfe, the flamesare fpread, 
 
 " 'Tis all around, 'tis o'er their head — 
 
 e: The roof is falling and mud cruih " 
 
 All take th' alarm, at once they rufh ; 
 Tables and chairs o'erturned lie, 
 pipes, glades, caps in pieces fly. 
 Now all's confufion — old and young, 
 And high and low promifcuous throng. 
 They thruft. are thrufled, backs are rode on, 
 And clothes are torn, and toes are trode on, 
 The complaifant their betters jaflle, 
 None think of manners in the buflle. 
 
 Then'twards the doors at once they thruft ; 
 But each endeav'rin<$ ro be firfl, 
 They every avenue block up, 
 And of efcape preclude ail hope. 
 
 Thus
 
 THE FALSE ALARM. 125 
 
 Thus ev'iy means of fafety fled, 
 
 They flare, they all turn pale with dread; 
 
 The tim'rous fhriek, the boldefl fear, 
 
 And for the firffc time drop a pray'r. 
 
 Some on the floor in fwoonings fall^ 
 
 Unheeded, trampl'd on by all : 
 
 Some filent fit and rend their hairs, 
 
 Some rave aloud and curfe their liars: 
 
 Patience, and fortitude's forgot, 
 
 And friendihip proves a thing of nought. 
 
 At length, one wifer than the reft 
 Craved filence, and them thus addrefl : 
 f'Calm'd was the wild commotion rude, 
 And ev'ry ear attentive flood) 
 " Dear Friends, why all this needlefs hafle ? 
 ••' Perhaps 'tis but a joke at lafl : 
 " Permit me but to {"ally out, 
 
 " And o'er the building fearch about — " 
 
 Tis
 
 126 THE FALSE ALARM. 
 
 *Tis clone, and lo there's found no harm, 
 'Tis prov'd to be a falfe alarm. 
 Order's rcfior'd, new joy appears, 
 And each one wonders at his fears. 
 Again in talk his courage wields, 
 And pall diflrefs diveriion yields. 
 
 Thus will it be (might wc but dare 
 Great things with trifles to compare) 
 When men are drowned in cares and plcafures. 
 Or heaping up uncertain treafures : 
 The cry is made, the midnight crv, 
 No falfe alarm, the judge is nigh : 
 Beheld he comes in folemn pomp ! 
 Hear, hear th' archangel's mighty trump ! 
 It rends the tombs, the dead Rait up ; 
 Some (Iirink with dread, fome glow with hope ! 
 The thunders roll, the lightnings fly, 
 
 liailh i-lamis aloft and melts the fkv : 
 
 . * 
 
 Trifh
 
 THE FALSE ALARM. 12J 
 
 Trifles no longer can aniufe ; 
 
 Heav'n's call can men no more refufe : 
 
 In vain 'tis now for help to cry • 
 
 In vain are all attempts to fly : 
 
 No more our fafety friends endeavour, 
 
 The dearefl friends mull part for ever. 
 
 Behold the Chriflian ! nobly grand, 
 'Midil the wild uproar fee him (land ; 
 Compos'd and happy he fuftains 
 Nature's laft fhock, nor e'er complains : 
 All fin remov'd, the Judge his friend, 
 His joysbcgin, his forrows end. 
 What tho' earth's flames around him rife, 
 He has a manfion in the ikies ; 
 And when all things are burnt up here, 
 His houfe remains forever there. 
 
 Q 
 
 ANCIENT
 
 128 PROFESSORS CONTRASTED, 
 
 ANCIENT and MODERN 
 PROFESSORS of CHRISTIANITY, 
 
 CONTRASTED. 
 
 I. 
 
 A S pciTccution is withdrawn, 
 
 Profeffion will increafe ; 
 
 But then, the commoner 'tis grown 
 
 It's value is the lefs. 
 
 II. 
 
 Religious counterfeits now pafs ; 
 
 What numbers do them hold ! 
 But what compare has modern brat's 
 
 With primitive true gold ! 
 III. 
 The ancient Heroes of the Crofs 
 
 Waded thro' feas of blood ; 
 Of ev'ry comfort fuffei'd lofs, 
 
 And fought their way to God.* VI. 
 
 * The primitive chriftians are here intended, who 
 fotight againft fin and felf ; not thofe, who contrary to 
 the principles of chriftianity, fought to propagate it by 
 by the f word.
 
 PROFESSORS CONTRASTED. 129 
 
 IV. 
 
 Now many boafl the chriflian name 
 
 Who lounge in felfifh cafe ; 
 Who by it gain both wealth and fame, 
 
 And feek the world to pleafe. 
 
 V. 
 
 Once chrifhians lov'd as brethren dear, 
 
 And held one common caufe ; 
 One was their faith, and one their fear, 
 
 Govern'd by Chrift's pure laws. 
 
 VI. 
 
 But now a thou f and int'refts fway, 
 
 A thoufand creeds prevail ; 
 All pofitive in their own way, 
 And at all others rail, 
 
 VII. 
 
 With ancient Saints dare you to boafl ? 
 
 Forbear a thought fo vain : 
 
 They all things by religion lo/l, 
 
 You by it all things gain. 
 
 S They
 
 130 PROFESSORS CONTRASTED. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 They brought not to the altar that 
 Which had not cod them ought ; 
 
 You by the facrifice grow fat, 
 Nor will ferve God for nought. 
 
 IX. 
 
 That you are followers of the Lamb, 
 
 What token can you fhew ? 
 You fuffer nothing for his name, 
 And little will you do. 
 
 X. 
 
 Such counterfeits, fuch worthlefs fluff ! 
 
 With fpecious forms gilt o'er, 
 May with thofe men do well enough, 
 Who have themfelves no more. 
 
 XI. 
 
 But when th' unerring Judge comes forth 
 
 All fecrets to unfold ; • 
 
 He will regard intrinfic worth, 
 Not reckon brafs lor gold. 
 
 THE
 
 THE IMPERTINENT FLY. 1 3 1 
 
 THE 
 
 IMPERTINENT FLY. 
 
 Ci T> LESS me !'' exclaims a knowing Fly, 
 
 " In what ftrangc awkward place am I ? 
 
 " What a confufed jumble feems 
 
 " Of wood and flone, of pofts and beams! 
 
 " Such horrid bungling do I lee, 
 
 <; Two parts do fcarcely here agree ! 
 
 " Befides the chifel's flrokes how ron<>h! 
 
 (i To bury me each feems enough ! 
 
 :< A mafs enormous flrains my fight, 
 
 {i But deflitute oi beauty quite." 
 
 Thus Addifon* (who from fmall things 
 
 Often lome good inflruction brings ) 
 
 Suppos'd a coxcomb Fly to perch 
 
 Upon fome column of Paul's church : 
 
 S 2 The 
 
 * See Guardian No. 70.
 
 1 32 THE IMPERTINENT FLY. 
 
 The puny critic durfl arraign 
 The great Sir Chriitopher's* defign ; 
 While fcarce his narrow view commands 
 The moulding upon which he flands. 
 
 But let afkilful Architect 
 That noble edifice infpecl; ; 
 A thoufand beauties he would fpy 
 Rang'd in the nicefl fymmetry ; 
 The jull dependance of each part, 
 Conflru£ted by the rules of art. 
 The lofty dome would catch his eye, 
 And there the hanging gallery ; 
 1 hemaffy pillars, chequer'd floor, 
 And the vaft building's juft contour; 
 " This part/' he'd fay, " docs that control, 
 " And every part lets out the whole." 
 
 Nothing 
 
 6 
 
 * Sir Chriuopher Wren was the architect oi St. 
 Paul's cathedral, London.
 
 THE IMPERTINENT FLY. I33 
 
 Nothing from its due place could fpare, 
 Or think it better plac'd elfewhere. 
 
 Shall then God's works of providence, 
 View'd with the narrow eye of fcnfe, 
 Be cenfur'd by fuch flies as we, 
 Who can't beyond this moment fee ? 
 Or mall we from one broken line 
 Tudge of creation's grand defign ? 
 
 Jo 00 
 
 Much lefs mould reafon dare to fcan 
 The glories of redemption's plan ; 
 Or with its dim fhort-fighted eye, 
 To comprehend its my ft cry ; 
 Or e'er condemn that book divine, 
 Where God is feen in every line. 
 
 Look on the fcriptures and the ftars, 
 
 What ftritl analogy appears ! 
 
 The fame bold hand in both we trace ; 
 
 What majefty, what carelefs grace ! 
 
 Had
 
 134 THE IMPERTINENT FLY. 
 
 Had man the ftifF projector been, 
 Strange formal work mould we have feen ! 
 The Bible he would methodife, 
 With artful figures deck the ikies ! 
 But now a native dignity, 
 Above the rules of art we fee ; 
 In both fuch marks of glory fhine, 
 As prove their author was divine. 
 
 And lo ! perhaps fome point may be 
 Conceiv'd in vaft eternity, 
 To which we may at length arrive; 
 And then the foul, inquifitive, 
 Shall with a retrofpective e} T e 
 God's all-wife purpofes defcry ; 
 Take in at one collective view, 
 His works of grace and nature too, 
 Survey his providential plan, 
 And learn the myilery of man. 
 
 Now
 
 THE IMPERTINENT FLY. 1 35 
 
 Now all the edifice compleat, 
 We fhall perceive each part was meet ; 
 And to the Builder's fkill fhall raife 
 An endlefs revenue of praife. 
 
 THE 
 
 IMPORTANT QUERY* 
 
 "pE.RPE.TUAL changes agitate this world : 
 
 Myriads of creatures in fucceflion rife ; 
 Soon gain their fummit and to dull return : 
 But man (their Lord) e'er at his prime mufl perifh ! 
 
 He giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 The learned Soph who with a thought would grafp 
 Six day's creation of a God ; when he 
 (By threefcore years hard Rudy day and nigfyt) 
 Seems juft about to comprehend an atom : 
 
 He giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 The 
 
 * Job xiv. io.
 
 I36 THE IMPORTANT QUERY. 
 
 The enterprifing Hero who (difdaining 
 
 To have an equal) ravages the globe ; 
 
 Nor refts his boundlefs fury, till he claims 
 
 The world his own, and all mankind his flaves : 
 He giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 The greedy Muckworm buried in his (lores 
 Of hoarded wealth, yet with folicitude 
 Still grafping on ; nor e'er with pleafure cats ; 
 That he may aggrandize a fquand'ring hcir_: 
 He giveth up the ghoft., and where is he ? 
 
 The crafty Knave, who hugs himfelf, il he 
 Can over-reach (ome unfufpecting dupe : 
 Profp'ring in fraud, yet for an honeft man 
 Maintains his reputation to the laft : 
 He giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 The thoughtlefs Trifler, who confumes the day 
 In idlenefs, or wafles his golden moments 
 In modes fantaftic, or amufements gay ; 
 Dancing on blindfold to death's precipice : 
 lie giveth up the ghoft, and where ii he 
 
 •3 
 
 Th;
 
 THE IMPORTANT QUERY. 1 37 
 
 The lawlefs Libertine, who is rcfolv'd 
 To gratify his fenfes, and indulge 
 His ev'ry wifh, in fpite of health or heav'n : 
 Soon does he lavifh life's important hour, 
 
 And giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 The rigid Devotee, who drags his years 
 In fore'd auftcrities and toilfome pray'rs, 
 Spurning the comforts that his Maker fends, 
 And living in contempt of all mankind : 
 
 He giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 The man of Piety, whofe daily care 
 Is to improve his intercourfe with heav'n : 
 Who ftrives to anfwer ev'ry end of life, 
 Yet fecks fupreme felicity in death ; 
 Hoping for pardon through his Saviour's blood: 
 He giveth up the ghoft, and where is he ? 
 
 *?>.'.••«- 
 
 T£E
 
 138 THE UNIVERSAL ASTROLOGER. 
 
 THE 
 
 UNIVERSAL ASTROLOGER* 
 
 Or a nativity cajlfor every child of Adam, cccafioned 
 by the fight of a young p erf oris nativity. 
 
 c 
 
 OME, come my curious Friends who fain 
 Into the fecrets of futurity ; [would pry 
 
 Let me but know from Adam was your birth, 
 In any time or place 'twixt heav'n and earth : 
 I afk no Fee, yet I'll engage to fhow 
 (Whoe'er you are) whatever you will know 
 Of bad or good, of pleafure or of woe. 
 
 Firft, by the fcheme of your nativity, 
 That you were born in fin I plainly fee 1 
 And if in it you live, in it you die ; 
 
 'Twill prove your ruin, or the flars do lie. 
 
 What 
 
 * Aftrologers mufl excufe me if I do not exprefs my- 
 felf fcientifically ; as I never ftudied aflrology, nor have 
 much opinion of it.
 
 THE UNIVERSAL ASTROLOGER. 1 39 
 
 What planet at your birth did reign Almuten/* 
 Is hard to judge, nor is it worth difputing : 
 Since luff, ambition, hate, pride, ignorance, 
 Each in its turn will claim pre-eminence ; 
 Each will its baleful influence impart, 
 And with contrafling vices rend your heart : 
 "Till the bright Sun of righteoufnefs difpenfe, 
 His fqv'reign rays, and drive the tyrants thence. 
 
 The heav'nly houfes,f all confpire to mow, 
 
 1 2 
 
 That thence alone true Life, true Riches flow, 
 
 « .4 . 
 
 That your belt Friends, Relations all confift, 
 
 3 , 5 7 • 
 
 Brothers and Spns, by Marriage unto Chrifl- 
 
 6 
 
 That you in him will find fuch Health, fuch joy, 
 
 '8 12 
 
 As Death and your worft Foes can ne'er deflroy ; 
 T 2 That 
 
 * The term by which Altrologers exprefs, what they 
 call the Lord of a figure, or the ftrongeft: planet in a 
 nativity. 
 
 tThe heavenly houfes are fuppofld by Aftrologers to 
 be twelve ; which they count in the order in which the 
 figures are '-laced.
 
 140 THE UNIVERSAL ASTROLOGER, 
 
 9 
 
 That hence true Piety doth take its birth, 
 
 10 
 
 And all good Offices perform'd on earth. 
 
 Saturn, now near his elongation,* fliews 
 That time is hafl'ning, and you've none to lofe ; 
 That whatfoe'er you find beneath the fun 
 .! ■>. roufl quick without delay be done. 
 
 'e Moon, jufl changing, may remind 
 ;ieath her orb no flav will find : 
 .:< varying as her phafes be, 
 .-;il find ev'ry thing fublunary. 
 
 Attend, and learn the doclrine of the flars, 
 jjiter in conhmclion with fierce Mars ; 
 
 " ••. v.-s iuR»ce wi:h omnipotence in league, 
 
 .' .;ir guilry foul eternally to plague ; 
 
 Oiu H"t vori- peact-f;: 1 Mercury intcrpofe, 
 
 I \> :"f.:.s, the me.Tc-ngcr whom Wifdom chofe) 
 
 i." a_ peafe ft. to justice, and fu "Rain your woes. 
 
 Mild 
 -* A. :Ah ' rcatcu diaancc from the [un.
 
 THE UNIVERSAL ASTROLOGER. 141 
 
 Mild Venus, now fole lady of the afcendant, 
 In medio cceli governs independent : 
 So gen'rous love mould influence your foul, 
 Andev'ry pow'rand paflion there control : 
 Love, that is drawn from light and truth alone ; 
 For Venus is in conjunct with the Sun. 
 
 The Dragon's head beware, and Dragon's tail ; 
 Whene'er hell's pow'r and policy prevail, 
 Thefe make (whate'er the flars predict of ill) 
 Malignant afpefls more malignant flill. 
 But think not mortal pow'r can quell his fway, 
 A third part of the flars who fwept away :* 
 To him who once did bruife the Dragon's head, 
 O fly, he on his pow'r will in you tread. 
 Truft but in him, look well to your affairs, 
 And you fhall prof per fpiteof all the flars ; 
 Here mail be happy, and at laft fhall rife 
 (When planets fink) and reign above the ikies. 
 
 ON 
 
 * Rev. xii. 3, 4,
 
 142 THE UNIVERSAL ASTROLOGER. 
 
 ON" 
 
 A CLOCK. 
 
 TI7HAT infiruction might we find, 
 Had we but th' attentive mind! 
 Every object that we view 
 Brings us always fomething new. 
 Vain amufements you may go, 
 Buftling crouds, and gaudy fhow ; 
 We don't need your opiate pow'rs 
 To beguile the tedious hours : 
 Nature's grander fcenes prefent 
 Pleafures chaflc and permanent • 
 E'en the niceties of art 
 To th' inquifitive impart 
 Something Mill, the thoughts to raiie 
 In the great Creator's praife. 
 
 View
 
 ON A CLOCK. 
 
 View a Clock, that nice machine, 
 What furprifing art is feen t 
 See how wheels on wheels depend, 
 All conducive to one end ; 
 Like fome animating foul, 
 Weights or Springs impel the whole ; 
 And the Pend'lums equal fvving 
 Does to all proportion bring. 
 When the ftate is right within, 
 This is by the Index feen : 
 While the Bell does to the ear, 
 Punctually the fame declare. 
 No part may be deem'd profufe, 
 Each has fome important ufe : 
 And the Cafe fecures it all 
 From what injuries might befal. 
 
 In this curious piece, we lure 
 See ourfelves in miniature ; 
 And th' analogy to trace, 
 Say the Bodv is the Cafe- ; 
 
 *43 
 
 Bat
 
 144 ON A CLOCK, 
 
 But within this curious frame 
 Is inclos'da nobler name, 
 Where a thoufand fecret fprings 
 Actuate to various things: 
 Here important purpofcs 
 Are intended, and no lefs 
 Nice dependencies we find, 
 Like to wheels and pinions join'd, 
 In this wond'rous Clock, the Mind ! 
 
 Firft, the Pafiions are the Spring 
 Thefe excite to ev'ry thing, 
 Give the foul a heav'nly guft, 
 Or degrade it to the dufl : 
 Thefe to motion drive the Will, 
 And impel our Actions ftill ; 
 Their proportion Knowledge ft aces. 
 And found Judgment regulates: 
 Then whate'er thro' iifebelals, 
 Thenrompt Memory recals, 
 
 With
 
 ON A CLOCK, 14 
 
 With a retrofpe<5tive art, 
 Anfw'ring the repeating part. 
 
 All the members too without, 
 Th' internal purpofes point out : 
 The Eye, the Index of the Heart, 
 Docs its fecret flate impart ; 
 By it all the man is feen, 
 And what paflions work within ; 
 Whil ft the Tongue, officious Bell. 
 Audibly the fame doth tell ; 
 So the Limbs obedient flill, 
 Take the impulfe of the Will, 
 Quick perform what you intend ; 
 Think — 'tis at your finger's enL 
 When thefe all in one agree, 
 Then 'tis as it ought to be ; 
 Kv'rv action doth excel, 
 
 And you fay the Clock goes well 
 
 But
 
 146 ON A CLOCK. 
 
 But if Heart and Tongue diffent, 
 Who can tell what hour is meant ? 
 
 Epiphonema. 
 
 Now, my Friend, would you by day 
 Rightly pafs your hours away ; 
 If at night in quiet fleep, 
 This Machine in order keep. 
 Oft by prayer wind it up ; 
 Oil its wheels by faith and hope ; 
 Set by grace to truth above, 
 Be its only impulfe love ; 
 Ev'ry motion zeal may raife, 
 Let found knowledge equalize ; 
 All your actions prove it true, 
 And your tongue no difFrence fhcw : 
 Then by watchful care, O thea ; 
 Ever ftrive to keep it clean. 
 
 THE
 
 THE RATS ABOARD SHIP. 147 
 
 THE 
 
 RATS aboard SHIP. 
 
 A FABLE. 
 
 T X 7ERE all contented in their ftation, 
 
 Were all in due fubordination, 
 Did thofe who govern o'er the reft 
 Exert their pow 'r to make them bleft— 
 Hail happy world ! how few debates 
 In churches, families, or flates ! 
 Lawyers might dine on barley-cruft, 
 And fwords into their fcabbards ruft. 
 But anarchy deflroys a land; 
 The cone inverted cannot (land : 
 The fmall muftperifh with the great, 
 Involv'd in undiftinguifh'dfate. 
 
 V 2 If
 
 148 THE RATS ABOARD SHIP. 
 
 If fame fay true, in former days 
 From Norway came a tawny race 
 Oi plunderers, alawlefs sans 
 Of petty thieves, too vile to hang ; 
 Whom every hoiiefl ruilic hates, 
 Andhoneft dog — I mean the Rats ; 
 "Who pefter us by land and fea, 
 Neither our barns nor fhips are free ; 
 They over-run this fruitful ifle, 
 And what they can't devour they fpoil. 
 
 Now liilen to my fimple fable, 
 And guefs the moral if you're able. 
 
 On uoard fome fliip 'tis reprefentcd 
 Thefe petty rogues grew difcontented ; 
 For why ? by man they were opprefs'd, 
 And wifh'd to have their wrongs redrefs'd : 
 This haughty tyrant oft deprives 
 Them of their liberties and lives ; 
 
 Therefore
 
 THE RATS ABOARD SHIP. 149 
 
 Therefore they needs muf! call a meeting, 
 And there debate of what was fitting. 
 
 The meeting's call'd, and in the chair 
 Behold a Rat all-debonair 
 Prefides, to curb the fierce debate, 
 And rules of jufl decorum (late. 
 Now all burn with indignant fire*, 
 They rage, they pour invectives dire : 
 Much argument is thrown away, 
 To prove that men are worfe than they ; 
 And that they can no right pofTefs 
 Their fellow creatures to opprefs ; 
 Or rule with iron rod the earth, 
 Whence men and rats both took their birth. 
 
 At length a Rat of wond'rous learning, 
 With whifkerslong for quick difcerning, 
 Gnafhes his all-deftruclive fanss; 
 
 And thus the populace harangues. 
 
 " Brave
 
 I5O THE RATS ABOARD SHIP. 
 
 " Brave comrades of Norwegian line, 
 • c Shall we in holes imprifon'd pine, 
 " Under the tyranny of man, 
 " Wo feeks to crufh us all he can ? 
 " No, let us boldly rife en mafs 
 " To refcue our oppreffed race ; 
 •* Shall this vile tyrant triumph thus, 
 M To Rats and all the earth a curfe ? 
 tc Shall he, proud offspring of the dull, 
 tl Abufe all creatures on his luft ? 
 " No, never fhall he Rats enflave : 
 " Or liberty or death we'll have. 
 
 " Why mould men lord it o'er earth's ball ? 
 <c Sure nature made us equal all. 
 <c What have they more than Rats to fhew, 
 " Have we not four legs, they but two ? 
 " Befides, adorn'd with tails by fate, 
 " Which men are fond to imitate : 
 
 " Thro'
 
 THE RATS ABOARD SHIP, 151 
 
 " Thro' flates this ornament prevails, 
 
 " Who rank their dignity by tails : 
 
 " We too will claim our dignity, 
 
 cc We were made free, and will be free : 
 
 " Why mould Rats fculk from place to place, 
 
 ' ; Afraid by day to fhew their face ? 
 
 " While men on all the creatures riot, 
 
 *' Scarce can we eat their fcraps in quiet, 
 
 t{ See in this Ship what monflrous wafte, 
 il Which we poor fcoundrels dare not tafte ! 
 " Firft, here's the captain has his ftore, 
 " Enough to keep of Rats a fcore ; 
 " Next he who fits to guide the fhip ; 
 " The purfer too his purfe mufl keep ; 
 <ti And then a wicked, murd'rous crew 
 " Of foldiers, failors, gunners too ; 
 " With palTengers a lazy horde, 
 I' Who fcarce do ought but fmoke en board ! 
 
 " Thefe
 
 152 THE RATS ABOARD SHIP. 
 
 " Thcfe all devour from us poor Rats : 
 
 {: Bcfidefull half a dozen cats, 
 
 " Maintain'd on purpofe to annoy us — 
 
 ' ; And cruel gins and traps deflroy us. 
 
 " Woe to thefe men, thefc tyrants bafe 
 
 " Would fain extirpate all our race \ 
 
 " But now I've thought of an expedient- 
 
 ' Come on my lads, be but obedient ; 
 
 ' To balk thefe tyrants let's agree, 
 
 ' And laurels pluck from freedom's tree : 
 
 : Tins fhip is ancient, and grown feeble, 
 
 ' The captain's coffer let us nibble : 
 
 ; We'll foon fmell out his fecret (lore, 
 
 : And all his roguery explore ; 
 
 •' Feaft on his bifcuits, hams and cheefe. 
 
 •' And rove and riot as we pleafe. 
 
 " 'Tis here ! my nofe perceives the fcent. 
 
 t; Here, here his delicates are pent ! 
 
 f ' Couli
 
 THE RATS ABOARD SHIP. 1 53 
 
 <£ Could we but gnaw this plank afunder 
 
 " Brave boys, how wc fliould roll in plunder I'* 
 
 Then to 't they went with all their might, 
 And work'd and work'd both day and night ; 
 On holidays and double tides, 
 Thro' the (hip's bottom and her fides, 
 With claws, and teeth, and tufkerskeen — ■ 
 The plank gives way, the waves rufh in> 
 Thro' cv'ry chink the waters gully — 
 Ah 'tis too late to curfe their folly ! 
 In vain they fqueak, in vain they fquall, 
 Down went the fhip and Rats and all. 
 
 To a Friend to be /luck up in his Countincr-Hcufc. 
 
 TO labour fpare no pains ; 
 Be fparing in your gains : 
 
 So (hall vou ever fueed -v 
 
 ■> j. 
 
 Your houfehold well to feed, 
 
 And have to give to thole who need, 
 
 W PRAISt'
 
 154 PRAISE AN ODE. 
 
 PRAISE, 
 
 AN ODE. 
 
 «..>...d-'©-©-0'-0""«'->>-o--o-o-o-«-<--> 
 
 "pRAISE infpireme while I fing 
 Thine own unrivall'd praife ! 
 All thine energy now bring, 
 With which thou mak'ft heav'n's courts to ring: 
 
 Help me to raife 
 Thy glories in immortal lays. 
 O aid mv vent'rous fon^, 
 Clothe my ideas with expreflions ftrong, 
 Expreffions, fuch as raptur'd Seraphs ufe ; 
 Such as befeem 
 My lofty theme ; 
 Then (hall my callow mufe, 
 "Warm'd by thy genial beam 
 Her half-fled^'d pinions flretch, 
 And aim at that which Seraphs can but reach. 
 
 'Tis
 
 PRAISE AN ODE. I55 
 
 "Tis done ! I feel the rifing flame, 
 I feel a tranfport which I cannot name ; 
 Now, now the Mufe, 
 With holy fury fir'd, 
 
 From earth breaks loofe, 
 Flies o'er the bounds 
 Of mortal founds, 
 And fcours the plains 
 Of fwect feraphic drains. 
 By her vaft theme infpir'd, 
 Thro' Mars and funs her courfe purfues, 
 And as flie rifes flill her ftrength renews, 
 'Till fhe arrives 
 Where Praife flill lives 
 In native majefty divine ; 
 And there with Love and Joy doth reign 
 Aufpicious trine 
 That to the blefl above their happy influence 
 
 [gives. 
 
 W 2 Praife
 
 1$6 PRAISE AN ODE, 
 
 Praife, mighty Praife,all things were form'd for 
 
 [ t!lcc > 
 \\ hether in heav'n, or earth, or in the fea ; 
 
 And thou alone 
 
 For him who form'd them all, 
 
 Or great or fmall, 
 
 The infinite THREE-ONE I 
 
 Tho' he his happinefs diffufeth wide, 
 
 Praife he will fliare with none % 
 
 'Tis his prerogative alone ; 
 
 'Tis his fole incommunicable right, 
 
 For once the firft-born fons of li"ht, 
 
 Stung by felf-confounding pride, 
 
 To rob God of his Praife affay'd, 
 
 And dropp'd to regions of eternal night, 
 
 Praife is coeval with God's throne, 
 
 Firn-fruit of all his works divine, 
 
 And ultimate defign; 
 
 Attendant on him when he made the worlds. 
 
 And fhall when he his vail defnm unfurls. 
 
 o 
 
 Praife
 
 PRAISE AN ODE. 157 
 
 Praife mixes with all nature's frame, 
 
 And thro' God's works like fubtle flame, 
 
 It does itfelf diffufe. 
 
 Praife does all heav'n with raptures fire ; 
 
 Praife does the humblefl heart infpire ; 
 
 Yet mod docs choofe, 
 
 A David's harp, not Pindar's lyre. 
 
 Where Pindar's daring mufe 
 
 Pier fav'rite poet fails, 
 
 And droops her jaded wings, 
 
 Got pad the atmofphere of mortal things, 
 
 There Praife prevails, 
 
 And I begin my loftier flight : 
 
 I rife, I rife, 
 
 And fpurn retreating fkics ; 
 
 As far above bold Pindar's fipht, 
 
 As he above all vulgar eves. 
 
 Thro' tracklcfs oceans of ethereal light 
 
 I wing my way, 
 
 And from the fummit of the lofty fky 
 
 Look
 
 358 PRAISE AN ODE, 
 
 Look down, and fcarce efpy 
 The groveling poet all in difarray. 
 
 Bold Pindar (truck the pole; 
 
 But thou my foul 
 Shalt pierce the azure fliell, 
 And enter where true Praife doth dwell, 
 *Till ever-circling a^es ceafe to roll. 
 I do not court an empty fame, not I, 
 A mortal immortality, 
 "Which when all nature dies, mull die. 
 
 Vain gloiious boaft. 
 Of fuch who could no higher fly ; 
 
 But mall be loft 
 "When nature's in convulfions tofs'd : 
 (For that mufl with eternal darknefs blend, 
 Which does no more than human praife intend.) 
 But lo ! the Praife I feek, 
 Derides frail nature's wreck ; 
 It does from God's unfhaken Throne defcend, 
 
 And fears no end. Cut
 
 PRAISE AN ODE. I59- 
 
 But what is Praife ? 
 It is thetecmings of a genial foul, 
 Where ardent flames of pure affection roll ; 
 Wet with with the dews of grace, 
 Andwarm'd with heav'nly rays, 
 Sending its grateful odours to the ikies ; 
 Which undiminifh'd (hall for ever rife. 
 It is a quickened ipirit's re foi ration : 
 'Tis joy's free circulation; 
 The breath of love, 
 Irihal'd by faints above, 
 Pure and untainted by the fogs of Cznfc. ; 
 
 E'en angels thence, 
 Draw all their vigour, and their excellence ; 
 
 And from the healthful fongs they raife, 
 Protratt their beings to eternal davs : 
 Elfe they would languifh, 
 And perifh in extremeft anguifh. 
 You'd fmotherangeh, could you flop their praife. 
 
 When
 
 l6o PRAISE AN ODE. 
 
 When thofe glories once are mine, 
 Rob'd with radiancy divine, 
 E'en on Seraphs mail I flame ; 
 They on me, 
 Interchangeably ; 
 Feel that holy, mutual glow, 
 Which blefl Saints and Seraphs know ; 
 The fame our work, our joy the fame. 
 When the body too arrives. 
 Outlets of new praife it gives ; 
 Obflrucled now by fenfe no more, 
 Praife (hall breathe thro' ev'ry pore : 
 My heart fliall beat to th' heav'nly mood, 
 And Praife dance round the ever-circling Hood ; 
 My voice mediant fongs mail raife, 
 And ev'ry nerve Hi all vibrate Praife ; 
 Praife mail be my ev'ry good. 
 My life, my Ilrcngth. my joy, my health, my food. 
 
 Eur
 
 PRAISE AN ODE. lGl 
 
 But O bold mufe forbear, 
 Prefumptuous, wherefore (licUt thou dare 
 Attempt a theme fo vaft ! 
 ! Tis not for thee at infinite to fly, 
 Or fpread thy pinions o'er iminenfity ; 
 Ceafe then at laft, 
 Some meaner fubjecT: try ; 
 For 'tis appointed all muff die 
 True Praife to tafle — 
 But I from Death mall rife ! 
 My moulder'd frame God mail re-organize, 
 And fit it for the bufinefs of the flues : 
 Then with unfault'ring tongue, 
 With heav'nly language ftrong, 
 And pow'rs immortal I'll renew the fong : 
 And to the Author of thofe pow'rs I'll raife 
 Immortal Praife. 
 
 * * # # * 
 
 * * * # 
 
 # * * 
 
 X THE
 
 l62 ON PROVIDENCE. 
 
 ON 
 
 PROVIDENCE .- 
 
 To a perfsn finding fault with its difpenfations. 
 
 T7RIEND, did you ever chance to peep 
 
 Into a cafe where poets keep, 
 Their memorandums — (craps of verfes, 
 Thoughts ferious, mix'd with fundry farces ? 
 * : Tis a ft range jumble," fure you'd cry, 
 " Nor head nor tail can I efpy ! 
 '" Like Ovid's world of chaos rude, 
 c: Or Nile's uncouth mifhapen brood.-* 
 " See broken lines, detached portions, 
 " Crude efTences and half-ibrm'd notions ; 
 " Thoughts undigefted into fenfe, 
 " Some wit, and much impertinence, 
 '' Sprung from the poet's heated brain, 
 
 " As from the mud the world again !" 
 
 And 
 * eoclem in corpore fepc 
 
 Altera pars vivit ; rudis eft pars altera tcllus. ovid.
 
 ON PROVIDENCE. 163 
 
 And fure the like remarks you'd drop, 
 Where you in fome mechanic's (hop, 
 Where clocks and watches made or mended, 
 Are o'er his bench confus'dly blended. 
 A flrange affemblage lo there feems 
 Of axes, pinions, wheels and whims ; 
 You'd fpy a flrong refemblance p'rhaps 
 In thefe and in the poet's fcraps : 
 Both fraught with wonderful invention, 
 Alike beyond your comprehenfion. 
 '• This piece/' you'd fay, " does not keep time ; 
 s: No weight's in this, and that won't chime ; 
 ' ; Here the chain's broke, this goes not well; 
 ' ; This does not flrike, it has no bell." 
 For the mirandum of both arts 
 Is to compofe the ftriking parts. 
 
 Now could you from this tranfient view 
 Guefs what thefe aitifts mean to do ? 
 
 X 2 Yet
 
 164 
 
 ON PROVIDENCE, 
 
 Y^t lo a^ f empt to ccnfure thofc 
 
 Would bin yoUi ignorance expofe. 
 
 I3l;c t vhea the poem is complete, 
 
 And cv rv line is on its [Vet ; 
 
 Or when , :ie watch is made to go, 
 
 And with exactness time will mow; 
 
 You wonder at the curious frame, 
 
 And dare not lay : <; From chance it came. 
 
 Then "why fhouldyou attempt to {"can 
 By brer en lines heav'n's perfect plan? 
 Oi from a part detach'd, conclude 
 I Tegular the whole if view'd. 
 remaps hme wheel of Providence, 
 '•'nich you can't reconcile to fenfe, 
 • ith feme other wheel unite 
 .:: .importance, out of fight. 
 
 Poor Ijnoramus ! '.o\v fliould vou 
 The complicated lcheme look thro' ? 
 
 Oi
 
 ON PROVIDENCE, 165 
 
 Or °rafp its infinite extenfion 
 Within your (hallow comprehenfion ? 
 Then bow to Wifdom infinite, 
 And own what that doth mult be right : 
 Who guides the whole with wond'rous art, 
 Bell knows the ufe of ev'ry part : 
 And when the wiiole is once complete, 
 You'll own that ev'ry part was meet. 
 
 THE 
 
 SPEAKING SHADOW. 
 
 To a young Lady who was too fond of her looking- 
 gtafs. 
 
 ..^...^..••©■•••©••••©••-©■■■•©••••©■•••©■•••©.■•■^-«" 
 
 TI 7 II I LE at her toilet Celia fat, 
 
 Adjufting all her pins in ftate, 
 And this was right and that was wrong, 
 This hair too fhort and that too lonp : 
 Two hours had run e'er all was brought 
 (And fcarcely then) to fuit her thought: 
 
 Like
 
 l66 THE SPEAKING SHADOW. 
 
 Like fond Narciflus at the brook, 
 Full many afelf-enamour'd look 
 On her reflected charms me call, 
 And wellnigh worihipp'd them at laft. 
 
 When lo, a prodigy appears, 
 Or feem'd fo to her guilty fears ; 
 The very ima^e on the glafs 
 
 JO o 
 
 Seem'd to upbraid her to the face : 
 
 She flarted and fhe blufh'd for fliame. 
 
 The anfw'rin^image did the fame : 
 
 Her eyes with terror roll'd around, 
 
 The image roll'd its eyes and frown'd : 
 
 At length flic crv'd ir Good God what's this?" 
 
 The image feem'd to fay " Vain Mifs," 
 
 And to her felf-convicled thcught, 
 
 This gentle reprehenlion brought. 
 
 " Vain Mifs. with all your gay attire, 
 li 'Tis but a Shade vou thus admire; 
 
 Not
 
 THE SPEAKING SHADOW. l6j 
 
 t: Not more do I rcfemble you 
 
 " Inform than in continuance too : 
 
 f; Thofe lovely features you adore, 
 
 " Turn but your back, exift no more : 
 
 " 'Tis an illufion of your fight, 
 
 i; And when you go they're vanifh'd quite. 
 
 <c Vain then thofe beauties you can fee, 
 
 " No longer than vou look on me ; 
 
 ii How foolifh too your very care, 
 
 (i Which does thofe beauties but impair; 
 
 il While anxious you your time mifpend. 
 
 <: You mar your perfon but not mend. 
 
 " See jufl behind your toilet's chair, 
 ** Infidious lurk old-age and care ; 
 " (Time's daughters, ugly, jealous, crofs) 
 " Soon to avenge their father's lofs ; 
 <( With fell difeafes in their train, 
 " Replete with forrows and with pain. 
 
 Care
 
 l68 THE SPEAKING SHADOW. 
 
 " Care foon will on thofe features prey, 
 
 " That fair complexion fadeaway ; 
 
 " Difeafes too, with vifage pale 
 
 " And haggard looks, may foon aflail ; 
 
 " May paralize the aclive limb, 
 
 " And make thofe fp rightly eye-balls dim ; 
 
 " While on the fmooth, the placid brow, 
 
 " Old-age his furrows deep will plow ; 
 
 " And laftly death, the lovelieft form? 
 
 '* Will crufh in his unpitying arms. 
 
 <{ O then whenever me you view, 
 " Henceforth, think Mifs, how vain are you 1 
 '* Who pleas'd with fhadows, call behind 
 " The nobler beauties of the mind. 
 *' Leave, leave your toilet and retire, 
 " Let nobler views your thoughts infpire ; 
 <c And half this time vouchfafe to fpend 
 " Within yourclofet, there to mend 
 
 Your
 
 THE SPEAKING SHADOW. l6g 
 
 *•' Your better part, 'twill make you fhine 
 
 '• With graces elegant, divine ; 
 
 " Amidft the brighteft angels bright, 
 
 " And lovely in your Maker's fights 
 
 " Thefe no difeafes can impair, 
 
 " Thefe are but more improv'd by care, 
 
 " Thefe time mall perfect, death tranflate 
 
 u Into a fairer, happier ftate." 
 
 A THOUGHT 
 
 ON THE 
 
 Death of the Rev. G. WHITEFIELD. 
 
 "YX7HITEFIELD, alas, is caught away ; 
 
 The great Elijah of his day ! 
 With flaming zeal he trae'd the land, 
 Nor feai'd the perfecuting band, 
 To vindicate his Maker's name, 
 And Jefu/s precious love proclaim, 
 
 Y
 
 1 JO ON THE REV. G. WHITEFIELD. 
 
 Nor could our ifle the Champion keep ; 
 
 He braves the dangers of the deep, 
 
 And thro* America he flies "^ 
 
 To fpread the gofpel's myfteries, S» 
 
 And there erect new charities.* J 
 
 But ah ! how foon his work is done ; 
 How foon he rifes to his throne ! 
 My fancy track him thro* the ikies ; 
 And whilfl I gaze with eager eyes, 
 Eiifha like might I be bleft, 
 And Whitefield's fpirit on me reft ! 
 Spring up fome kind, fome heav'nly breeze, 
 And waft his mantle o'er the feas ; 
 Like him I'd fmite the waters too, "\ 
 
 And force a ready pafTage thro', y 
 
 While I my Mailer's work purfue. J 
 
 AN ELEGY 
 
 * Alluding to the Orphan-houfe which he erected at 
 Georgia, and which was afterwards converted ta a 
 Colledge.
 
 AN ELEQY, &C. 171 
 
 AN ELEGY, 
 Co tije iHemorp of mp feeat JTuenD 
 
 THE 
 
 Rev. JAMES ROUQUET. 
 
 Curate of Saint IVerburgh 's, Lecturer of Saint Nicholas* 
 Churches and Chaplain of St. Peter s Hofpital, BriJloL 
 And afo Chaplain to the Right Honourable the Earl of 
 Dehraine. 
 
 He died Nov. 16th, 1776 — iEtatis fu2E47°. 
 
 I. 
 
 T) RISTOL, thou feat of bufy cares, 
 
 Tumultuous city full of ftirs; 
 
 What fudden ftroke, what fad mifchance, 
 
 lias damp'dthy great affairs ? 
 
 Is trade declin'd, do fhips no more 
 
 Croud in from foreign climes as heretofore ; 
 
 Threatning thy merchants with difgrace, 
 
 With famifhment thy poor ? 
 
 Lo, what a folemn filence reigns in ev'ry place, 
 
 Save what from fhrieks and fighs, perchance, 
 
 Mingles a mournful diflbnance— - 
 
 Y z Some
 
 I72 AN ELEGY 
 
 Some fell difafter fure 
 Muft have befali'n to fpread thefe horrors round; 
 Thus thy confufion to confound, 
 Andfiamp fuch figns of woe on ev'ry face. 
 
 n. 
 
 But hark ! that folemn bell, 
 
 Mingling its melancholy moan ; 
 
 With fullen tone 
 
 And heavy accents feems to tell, 
 
 That reltlefs death has once again 
 
 Made his fad depredations on the fons of men ! 
 
 Ah, ah, my thoughts forebode 
 
 Some holy man is caught to God ; 
 
 Some ufeful citizen to hcav'n is gone ! 
 
 Tis fo, tis fo, Oh hear the gcn'ral cry ! 
 
 Widows and orphans, prifoners and poor, 
 
 How they lament thro' ev'ry flrcet, 
 
 And fob and ugh, 
 
 And rend their hair, and their fad bofoms teat ; 
 
 While all the doleful tale repeat; 
 
 He's
 
 ON THE REV. J. ROUQUET. 173 
 
 " He's dead, he's dead, my only friend's no more, 
 " 'Twas he******** 
 Oh my heart bleeds, Rouquet, Rouquet is dead ! 
 For ah, who was a friend to all but kind Rouquet ? 
 
 III. 
 
 Ah kind Rouquet, a name all muft revere ! 
 
 Rouquet, what name to me fo dear ! 
 
 He's dead! — Hear how the doleful tidings fly, 
 
 Affecling ev'ry heart and ev'ry eye : 
 
 Roufe, roufe then Mufe, 
 
 And join fome friendly part, 
 
 Help me to pour th' effufions of my heart ; 
 
 Nor to the gen'ral grief thy mite refufe. 
 
 Shall venal poets try 
 
 The viieft deeds to fanctify, 
 
 With panegyrics to lift bafenefs high ? 
 
 Such arts are needlefs here, 
 
 When all unite with heart fincere 
 
 Deferving worth to raife ; 
 
 8'en envy's felf muil mutter praife, 
 
 And
 
 1J4 AN ELEGY 
 
 And enmity her voice reluctant lend, 
 
 When all commend : 
 
 He was a gen'ial and a gen'rous friend. 
 
 IV. 
 But ah, dear Duft,whatfun'ral pomps were thine ! 
 
 Such as proud kings in vain 
 
 Might wifh, and covet death but to obtain! 
 
 Honours almoft divine ! 
 
 I pafs the baubles by 
 
 Of plumes, and paint, and pageantry-— 
 
 I pafs the popular cries, 
 
 And the unmeaning eulogies 
 
 Promifcuous heap'd on heroes brave, 
 
 And the vile mercenary knave j 
 
 Ambition thefe may buy, and fycophantsmay fell : 
 
 Thy honours all were virtue's due, 
 
 Conftrain'd from feeling hearts, not fore'dly giv'n : 
 
 Honours unfeught, fn.cere and true, 
 
 Such as are paid in heav'n ! 
 
 •Gold cannot bribe them, nor can pow'r compel* 
 
 Triumphing
 
 ON THE REV. J. ROUQUET. 1 75 
 
 Triumphing victors, 'rnidft their gaudy (hows, 
 
 With flatt'ries footh'd, or ftunn'd with mad ap- 
 
 {[plault ; 
 OnvanquiTi'd kings impofing laws ; 
 
 True glory if they knew, 
 
 Could they diflinguifh falfe from true, 
 
 Would give their palm -branch for thy branch of 
 
 V • 
 
 Solemn and flow fee now they move along 
 Thro' the fad ftreets with living mourning hung : 
 Wafh'd with the orphan's tears, 
 With widows hair heitrew'd, 
 In ev'ry face behold what grief appears, 
 E'en nature's feif a mournful afpecl wears ! 
 The moaning winds figh out aloud, 
 The clouds with gloomy fadnefs low'r, 
 And weep a fympa.hetic fhow'r : 
 See ev'ry window, ev'ry avenue 
 Does tokens of unfeigned forrow fhew : 
 
 IlluminYl with ten thoufand eyes 
 Brilliant in tears, intent to catch a view, 
 A lad fad view of him they did fo prize. E'eft
 
 1 76 AN ELEGY 
 
 E'en thrifty traders, with half-envious eye 
 Look out,forget their gain, and almofl wifh to die! 
 
 VI. 
 
 The fun'ral rites are fcarce begun 
 
 When lo a gen'ral groan* 
 
 (But mix'd with fobs and fhrieks and fighs) 
 
 Burlls forth at once from the huge multitude { 
 
 And the fad fervice drown ; 
 
 The Minifleralloniih'd flood 
 
 To fee the tears gufh out from thoufand eyes : 
 
 E'en foes (could goodnefs find a foe ?) 
 
 Reluctant felt them dealing down, 
 
 Unconfcious whence their woe ; 
 
 But ah 'tis genuine worth, 
 
 Such genuine forrow mud draw forth : 
 
 Such worth Rouquet as thine, 
 
 "Where piety and friendfhip join ; 
 
 No 
 
 * The Mufe has by no means exaggerated this cir- 
 cumflancc. Mr. Rouquet was buried at St. Peter's 
 Church, Briftol -, which was fo crouded on the occafion, 
 that i* was with much difficulty the Corps was got in : 
 but as foon as it entered the church the whole congrega- 
 tion burft forth intofuch lamentations, that the Mini(ier : s 
 voice could not be heard.
 
 ON THE REV, J. ROUQUET. 177 
 
 And meek humility and gen'rous love, 
 
 That lift the foul above 
 
 All narrow motives, and all party gall : 
 
 For every party who fmcerely call 
 
 Jefus Jehovah* he could love, and was belov'd by 
 
 [all. 
 VII. 
 
 Oft, oft did Newgate's gloomy cells 
 
 Witnefs his ardent care, 
 To warn unhappy culprits there ! 
 Or elfe to footh their hopelefs grief, 
 He of the dying Saviour tells ; 
 How ftrong to favc, how ready to forgive 
 The viieft that in him believe ; 
 And to enforce their flow belief, 
 Tells how he fav'd the dying thief; 
 Pluck'd from the jaws of horrible defpair ? 
 
 O yes his gracious mind, 
 To ev'ry act of goodnefs was inclin'd ; 
 
 Z The 
 
 * 1 Cor. xii. ?.
 
 I78 AN ELEGY 
 
 The needy blefs'd him as he pafs'd, 
 
 The rich to do him honour hafte; 
 For why ? a friend to all Rouquet we find, 
 Obliging to the rich and to the needy kind. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 But now, Oh fee th' infatiable tomb 
 
 Wide yawning for its prey ! 
 
 Earth's ever teeming womb ; 
 
 Whence fpmng, to which returns the mould'ring 
 
 [clay, 
 See Death his perquifite demands ! 
 
 And let the fragments left behind, 
 
 Be here in humble hope refign'd 
 
 Into his hands : 
 Yet ah ! e'en this we grudge the foe ; 
 And mould, did we not confidently know 
 That Death is conquer'd, and is bound 
 The dear depofit to refund, 
 Without deduction or delav, 
 
 Purg'd and refin'd, 
 
 A fit
 
 ON THE REV. J. ROUQUET. 1 79 
 
 A fit companion for th' enoblcd mind, 
 
 At the great reftitution day. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Mufe now mount up, and fee far other things 
 
 Where the immortal mind is gone : 
 
 See zealous Paul and loving John, 
 
 And holy prophets, holy kings 
 
 Throng round the new-arriv'd, intent to know 
 
 How go^s fheir Mailer's caufe below ; 
 
 What fouls are nearly ripe for glory too. 
 
 Exulting Seraphs clap their wings 
 
 Glad to have gain'd at lafl the day, 
 
 To'vc gain'd another mind Irom fordid clay : 
 
 Long had they drove to have him there 
 
 Their purer joys to fhare. 
 
 But ah, fond fpirits why mould you 
 
 Envy poor earth thofe virtuous few, 
 
 That faves her from the flames ? 
 
 One ol a thoufand fcarce we boafl ; 
 
 Not one unworthy member fliames 
 
 Your countlefs hoft. 
 
 Z 2 x.
 
 l8o AN ELEGY. 
 
 X. 
 
 In vain does earth with heav'n contend : 
 
 Rouquet has join'd the Ikies ! 
 
 His ready foul has gain'd the end 
 
 He long propos'd below : 
 
 No longer compafs'd with infirr. .'lies 
 
 That we poor mortals know. 
 
 See how he minoles with th' adoring throng. 
 
 How readily Le chants the angelic fong ! 
 
 To him 'tis no new thing : 
 
 Oft did he trace the heav'nly road, 
 
 Mounted on meditation's wing, 
 
 Pafs'd thro* their glitt'ring ranks to find his God. 
 
 But lo our friend, no more 
 
 A tranfient vifiter as heretofore, 
 
 Has fix'd with angels his fublime abode ; 
 
 To fhare their unmix'd joys, and fing 
 
 To his Redeemer and their King, 
 
 Salvation, vicl'ry, triumph, glory, praife 
 
 Thro' waftclefs ages and eternal days ! 
 
 XI
 
 ON THE REV. J. ROUOUET. l8l 
 
 XI. 
 
 Mortals recall your grief; 
 
 Yc prifoners, ye poor, 
 
 Widows and orphans weep no more : 
 
 A heart fo gen'rous and fo kind, 
 
 If you a.ua:n on earth can find, 
 
 There feek relief: 
 
 Ye clouds difperfe your glooms, 
 
 the chearful fkies appear ; 
 
 Ceafe winds to hgh, 
 
 A : :aic ye relatives the hoplefs tear : 
 
 T teek the living 'mongft the dead. O why 
 
 W ill you ftill haunt the tombs ? 
 
 Rouquet is gone above the fky ! 
 
 Let all who loy'd him here, 
 
 In his unbounded gain rejoice, 
 
 And hear his f wee t inviting voice : 
 
 {i Come all my friends to meet me heie prepare/' 
 XII. 
 But e'er you meet him there, would you 
 
 Have his lov'd image often in your view, 
 
 Your
 
 l82 AN ELEGY 
 
 Your riling grief to drown ? 
 
 Then boldly rife 
 And letch him from the flcies, 
 In holy emulation bring him down : 
 His noblefl portrait draw, 
 His better likenefs trace, 
 Wherein rcfemblance of his Lord ye faw. 
 Draw him in holy afpiration tall, 
 Comely in gait, and in his face 
 Klingle with juft proportion cv'ry grace j 
 
 Soft fmilinfr love with ardent zeal, 
 And all thofc purer paflions angels feci, 
 
 Humble withal. 
 Draw then the law of kin chiefs on his lips. 
 Let heav'nly rapture fparkle in his eye, 
 
 And for his drefs 
 O cad around that noblefl drapery, 
 Which its unfullicd luflre ever keeps, 
 
 The Saviour's rishteoufnefs : 
 Here gaze, admire, and in your lives exprefs ; 
 So GialJ you juft reprifals make, Oh
 
 ON THE REV. J. ROOUETJ 183 
 
 On heav n mail ample fatisfaclion take, 
 
 When daily you fhall bear 
 His mental lineaments upon your heart, 
 And thus with faints and angels fhare 
 
 His better part. 
 
 XIII. 
 Lord is the day of doom fo near, 
 
 That thus thou hurrieft thine away, 
 
 Nor trulls them longer here ! 
 
 o 
 
 But what alas mould tempt our flay 
 In this bafe world, where fin or fhame, 
 To join the wicked or provoke their blame, 
 Is the fevere alternative 
 
 On which we live ! 
 O, fit us to be gone, 
 Jefus, the work is thine alone; 
 Form our affections heav'nly, like our friend, 
 Like all the bright attendants of thy throne, 
 Like to thine own : 
 Thus bid our forrows end, 
 Bid all thy ready faints the fkies afcend ; 
 
 Then burn the globe and quench the fun, 
 And let the d:.y of judgment hail en on. 
 
 a c r o s t 1 c 3 ,
 
 184 ACROSTICS. 
 
 PALL OF MAN* 
 Fir ft of our race accomplish 'd Adam flood, 
 Adorn'd by heav'n with ev'ry gift and good : 
 Light in his head to know his Maker's will ; 
 Love in his heart, that knowledge to fulfil. 
 Obedience back'd with life, revolt he could ; 
 Free in his choice th' unbias'd balance flood, 
 Man thus cquip'd and warn'd (no hoflile flroke)" 
 Allur'd by Satan burfl his gentle yoke, 
 Now to his race becomes a killing flock. 
 
 REDEMPTION. 
 
 Rous'd by God's voice all things from nothing 
 
 [came, 
 Exiftence caught, put on this beauteous frame : 
 
 Daily preferv'd, creation is renew'd ; 
 Each moment fhewshim pow'rful, wife and good, 
 Mucli more is here, a price was afk'd, was paid j 
 Pains were endur'd, a perfect law obey'd : 
 To form a world needs only — <: Let it be ;" 
 Infinite toil a captive world mufl free ! 
 O great redemption, noblefl of the three !* 
 Neither perhaps had e'er been but for thee, 
 * Creation, providence and redemption.
 
 ACROSTICS. 185 
 
 MORALITY* 
 Much boafted of, more fcldom undcrflood ; 
 
 Often enjoin'd, lefs praflas'd as it mould ; 
 
 Right rightly ufed,quite dang'rous whenmifplac'd, 
 
 Arid fatal too if held our hope at lad. 
 
 Love is its fum ; to God, for God to man ; 
 
 Its fprings from faith and general is its plan, 
 
 'Till this you have, yet ceafe herein to reft ; 
 
 You may be moral, but (hall ne'er be bled. 
 
 SALVATION. 
 Search thro' the records of illuftrious fame, 
 
 Admire fome Hero (anxious for a name) 
 
 Lay by a crown, atchieve fome defp'rate deed, 
 
 Vend even life, and for fome fav'rite bleed ; 
 
 Alas how frivolous ! compar'd to this, 
 
 'Twill fink to folly, and our wonder ceafe. 
 
 Injurious man the foe, yet fav'rite, flood; 
 
 Offended goodnefs wrong'd, yet bore the rod; 
 
 Nor lefs the price, his blood, the blood of God !* 
 
 A a 1)1; A 1' II 
 
 * Ach.xx. 28.
 
 l86 ACROSTICS. 
 
 DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 Death ruthlefs Tyrant levels great and (mall, 
 
 Ends all difputes, confounds diflinCtions all : 
 
 A grave their goal, a fhroud their uniform, 
 
 The head their equal, and their bell the worm 
 
 Here brighteft titles tarnifh, royalties rufl ; 
 
 And prince and peafant mingle equal dull ; 
 
 Nought hence diflinguifli'd but unjuft orjufl. J 
 
 Death huddles them promifcuous to the tombs, 
 
 Judgment divides them and appoints their dooms. 
 
 Unalterably fix'd their ftates in joy or grief, 
 
 Death, endlefs death, or life, eternal hie. 
 
 Go then ye carelels, or .. lib cares perplex'd, 
 
 " Memento mori,*" 'tis an heathen's text ; 
 
 Ever rememb'rin«; too that judgment's next, 
 
 O JO 
 
 Now learn to live, what is't but daily die ? 
 Then death is life, and judgment w'l be joy. 
 
 GLORIFIC A T I O N T . 
 
 Grace laid the balls, Grace the flruclure rears, 
 
 Lays on the top-Hone and the trophy wears. 
 
 Over 
 * Remember to die.
 
 ACROSTICS, 187 
 
 Over to Glory now Grace yields the throne : 
 Redemption finifh'd, the lafl vicl'ry won, 
 It meets the conqu'rors and the crown puts on. 
 Firft of all days in the Eternal Breaft 
 In natures' fcale the lafl ; this day will bed 
 Clofe the whole fcene, and reign for ever bleft. J 
 Already lo methinks, by faith I fpy 
 Thoufands arriv'd, & thoulands drawing nigh 
 Increafe the triumph, and fill up the joy. 
 O when mall I am id ft them take my place ! 
 
 Nought do thro 1 Glory's endlefs reign but fhout 
 
 [free grace, 
 
 «■■»-< ' '■ >■-<. * >■■■*<.. 
 
 EPIGRAMS. 
 To a per Jon ridiculing the miracle of Balaam's Afs. 
 
 Some Fools, to {hew excefs of wit, 
 Dare fpout their jefts at Holy Writ j 
 As well might boys in flupid fun 
 Attempt to fpit againft the fun ; 
 But the foul infult aim'd too hi^h, 
 Back in the idiots' faces fly. 
 
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 155 EPIGRAMS. 
 
 Grave Sir, you fay 'tis all a joke, 
 You wont believe an Afs e'er fpoke ! 
 But could not he who gave man (beech, 
 Caufe a dumb animal to preach ? 
 What miracle fo proper too, 
 When men abufe that gift like you ; 
 And fhew a more than Balaam's ra^e 
 To vilify the Sacred Pa ere ? 
 
 But ah, while Scripture you difgrace, 
 Men will miftakejyozi for an Afs ! 
 Thus what you doubt you'll prove more plain, 
 For lo, a dull Afs fpeaks again ! 
 
 To a Per Jon offend td by afuppos'd injury. 
 Then why good Sir, fo foon offended ? 
 
 *Tis not what's done, but what's intended : 
 
 This every petty Barber (hows ; 
 
 He fafely takes you by the nofe, 
 
 And Fur's addrefs meets your reward ? 
 
 Wo to the man who fhould have dai *d 
 
 On other views a deed fo bold ; 
 
 Tho'drejVd in fteel and ilrapp'd with gold! 
 
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