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 LIFE, DEATH, & IMMORTALITY. 
 
 NIGHT THE FIFTH. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed for R. D o d s l e y at Tully\-Head in Pali-Mall, and 
 fold by M. Cooper at the Globe in Pater'Nofter-Rowj 1743.
 
 
 NIGHT THE FIFTH. 
 
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 R ELAPSE. 
 
 HUMBLY INSCRIB'D. 
 
 To the Right Honourable 
 
 The Earl of L I T CHFIE L A 
 
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 A D'V E R T I S E M E N T. 
 
 TH E Writer being abfent, defired me to correft the Prefs j my being acci- 
 dentally prevented, occafion'd the following Errors. 
 
 R. DODSLE-?,' 
 
 Page 9, I'fr. 18, /(?r fills read fill 
 1 2, ver. 1 1, Jor them r. it 
 1 4, ver. 1 7, yor firmer r. former 
 - 17, i;^r. 1 1 , yor Adions r. Adlion 
 
 21, wr. ii,Jora (:) put a (;) 
 
 22, -LT/-. II, read thuSy 
 
 And firil the Importance of our End 
 furvey'd. 
 
 22, "Jer. 15, for Erran r. Errand 
 ■;o, ^Yr, 20, for arth r. Earth 
 
 P^_g-, 33, --jdr. 16, /or Bread r. Hearts 
 41, vcr. z^yfor.Of r. If- ., 
 45, "ver. 18, for We r. Me 
 50, 1;. 1 .yorTompeers r. Cortipeers 
 53, ver. 8, y^r plum'd with ev'ry 
 Blifs, r. bloom'd with every Blifs, 
 ^^, ver. 7, yirTalket r. Cafket 
 ibid. ver. 13, read. Still more 
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 COMPLAINT. 
 
 NIGHT the FIFTH. 
 
 ORE NZ 0/ to recriminate is Jufl. 
 
 Fondnefs for Fame is Avarice of Air. 
 
 I grant the Man is vain, vvho writes forPraife. 
 
 Praife no Man e'er deferv'd, who fought no more. 
 
 As juft thy Second Charge. I grant the Mufe 
 
 Has often blufht at her degenerate Sons, 
 
 Retained by Senfe to plead her filthy Caufe; 
 
 To raife the Low, to magnify the Mean^ 
 
 And fubtihze the Grofs into Refin'd : 
 
 As if to magick Numbers' powerfull Charm 
 
 'Twas ofiven, to make a Civet of their Scmio 
 
 Obfcene, and fweeten Ordure to Perfume; 
 
 Wit,
 
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 Wit, a true Pagan, deifies the Brute, 
 
 And lifts our Swine-enjoyments from the Mire. 
 
 The Fa(St notorious, nor obfcure the Caufe. 
 We wear the Chains of Pkafure^ and of Pride j 
 7hefe (hare the Man 5 and thefe diftra£t him too j 
 Draw different Ways, and clafli in their Commands. 
 Pride y like an Eagle, builds among the Stars j 
 But Phafure^ Lark-like, nefts upon the Ground. 
 Joys fhar'd by Brute-Creation, Pride relentsj 
 Pkafure embraces : Man would both enjoy. 
 And both at once : A Point how hard to gain f 
 But what can't Wit, when ftung^by ftrong Defire? 
 
 W^it dares attempt this arduous Enterprize. 
 Since Joys of Senfe can't rife to Reafojis Tafte > 
 In fubtle Sophiftry^ laborious Forge, 
 TVit hammers out a Reafon new, that ftoops 
 To fordid Scenes, and greets them with Applaufe. 
 Wit calls the Graces the chad Zone to loofe j 
 Nor lefs than 2. plump God to fill the Bowl. 
 A thoufand Phantoms, and a thoufand Spells, 
 
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 A thoufand Opiates fcatters to delude, 
 
 To fafcinate, inebriate, lay afleep. 
 
 And the fool'd Mind delightfully confound. 
 
 Thus that which ihock'd thcyudgme^t, fhocks no morej 
 
 That which gave Pride Offence, no more ofFends. 
 
 Pkafure and Pride^ by Nature mortal Foes, 
 
 At War eternal which in Man (hall reign. 
 
 By Wifs Addrefs, patch up a fatal Peace, 
 
 And hand in hand lead on the rank Debauch, 
 
 From rank refined to delicate and gay. 
 
 Art^ curfed Art ! wipes off th'indebted Blufh 
 
 From Nature's Cheek, and bronzes every Shame* 
 
 Man fmiles in Ruin, glories in his Guilt, 
 
 And Infamy ftands Candidate for Praife. 
 
 All writ by Man in favour of the Soul, 
 Thefe fenfual Ethicks far, in Bulk, tranfcend* 
 The Flow'rs of Eloquence profufely pour'd 
 O'er fpotted Vice, fills half the letter'd World. 
 
 Can Pow'rs of Genius exorcife their Page, 
 
 And ccnfccrate Enormities with Song?. 
 
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 But let not thefe inexpiable Strains 
 Condemn the Mufe that knows her Dignity, 
 Nor meanly ftops at 'Jime^ but holds the World 
 As 'tis, in Nature's ample Field, a Point, 
 A Point in her Eileem , from whence to ftart,. 
 And run the Round of univerfal Space,. 
 To vifit Being univerfal there,. 
 And Being's Source, that utmoft Flight of Mindl 
 Yet fpite of this fo vaft Circumference, 
 Well knows, but what is Moral^ nought is Greats 
 Sing Sirens only ? Do not Angels ling? 
 There is in Poefy a decent Pride, 
 Which well becomes her when fhe ipeaks to Profcy 
 Her younger Sifter, haply, not more wife. 
 
 Think'ft thou, Lorenza! to find Paftimes here ? 
 No guilty PafTion blown into a Flame, 
 No Foible flatter'd. Dignity difgrac'd. 
 No fairy Field of Fid^ion all on Flower, 
 No Rainbow Colours, herey or filken Tale f 
 But folemn Counfehy Images of awe, 
 
 Truths^
 
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 7ruthsy which Eternity lets fall on Man 
 
 With double Weight, through thefe revolving Spheres, 
 
 This Death-deep Silence, and incumbent Shade. 
 
 7 bought s^ fuch as (hall revifit your laft Hour; 
 
 Vifit uncall'd, and live when Life expires; 
 
 And thy dark Pencil, Midnight ! darker ftill 
 
 In Melancholy dipt, embrowns the whole. 
 
 Yet this, even this, my Laughter-loving Friends! 
 Lorenzo ! and thy Brothers of the Smile! 
 If what imports you moft, can moll engage. 
 Shall fteal your Ear, and chain you to my Song. 
 Or if you fail me, know, the wife (hall tafte 
 The Truths I fmg; The Truths I fmg (hall feel. 
 And feeling give Affent, and their A(rent 
 Is ample Recompence, is more than Praife. 
 
 But chiefly Thine, O Litchfield ! nor miftake; 
 
 Think not un-introduc'd I force my Way ; 
 
 Narcijfa^ not unknown, not unally'd. 
 
 By Virtue, or by Blood, illuftrious Youth! 
 
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 To thee, from blooming Amaranthine Bowers, 
 Where ,^11 the Language Harmony^ defcends 
 Uncall'd, and alks Admittance for the Mufe. 
 
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 A Mufe that will not pain thee with thy Praife ; 
 Thy Praife (he drops, by nobler ftill infpir'd. 
 
 O Thou ! Bleft Spirit! whether^ the Supreme, 
 Great antemundane Father! in whofe Bread 
 Embrio-creation, unborn Being dwelt. 
 And all its various Revolutions rowl'd 
 Prefent, tho' future j Prior to themfelves ; 
 Whofe Breath can blow them into Nought again $ 
 Or, from his Throne fome delegated Pow'r, 
 Who, ftudious of our Peace, doft turn the Thought 
 From vain, and vile, to folid, and fublime! 
 Unfeen thou lead'ft me to delicious Draughts 
 Of Infpiration, from a purer Stream, 
 And fuller of the God, than that which burft 
 From fam'd Caflalia 5 nor is yet allay 'd 
 My facred Thirft3 though long my Soul has ranged 
 
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 Through pleafing Paths of Moral, and Divine, 
 By thee fuftain'd, and lighted by the Stars. 
 
 By them beft lighted are the Paths of Ihought ; 
 Niahts are their Days, their moft iUumin d Hours. 
 By Day, the Soul o'erborn by Life's Career, 
 Stunn'd by the Din, and giddy with the Glare, 
 Reels far from Reafon, joftled by the Throng, 
 By Day the Soul is paffive, aU her Thoughts 
 Impos'd, precarious, broken, e'er mature. ; ^. 
 
 By Night from Objefts free, from Paffion cool, 
 Thoughts uncontroul'd, and unimprefs'd, the Births : 
 Of pure Eleaion, arbitrary range, 
 Not to the Limits of one World confin'd ^ 
 But from £//&mW Travels light on Earth, 
 As Voyagers drop Anchor,, for Repofe. 
 
 Let Indians, and the Gay, like Indians, fond 
 Of feather'd Fopperies, the Sun adore : 
 Darknefs has more Divinity for me 3 
 It ftrikes Thought inward, it drives back the Soul 
 To fettle on Herfelf, our Point fupreme ! ^^^^^
 
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 "Jhere lies our Theatre; tliere fits our Judge. 
 
 Darknefs the Curtain drops o'er Life's dull Scene; 
 
 'Tis the kind Hand of Providence ftretcht out 
 
 Twixt Man, and Vanity; 'tis Reafotis Reign, 
 
 And Virtm\ too; thefe Tutelary Shades 
 
 Are Man's AfyJum from the tainted Throng. 
 
 ISIhht is the good Man's Friend^ and Guardian too; 
 
 It no lefs re/cues Virtue, than infpires. 
 
 •*" Virtue for ever Frail, as Fair, below, - 
 
 Her tender Nature fuffers in the Croud, 
 
 Nor touches on the World, without a Stain ; 
 
 The World's infectious; few bring back at Eve 
 
 Immaculate, the Manners of the Morn. 
 
 Something we thought^ is blotted; we refolvd 
 
 Is (haken ; we renounc^d^ returns again. 
 
 ^2id\ Salutation may Aide in a Sin 
 
 Unthought before, or fix a firmer Flaw. 
 
 Nor is it ftrange. Light ^ Motion ^ Concourfe^ Nolfe^ 
 
 All, fcatter us abroad; Thought outward-bound 
 
 Negledlful of our Home-affairs, flies off 
 
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 In Fume and DifTipatlon, quits her Charge, 
 
 And leaves the Breaft unoruarded to the Foe.. . -*- 
 
 Prefent Example gets within our Guard, 
 And acts with double Force, by few repelFd. 
 Ambition fires Ambition ; Love of Gain 
 Strikes, like a Peftilence,, from Breaft to Breaft 5, 
 Riot J Pridey Perfidy^ blue Vapours breath y 
 And Inhumanity is caught from Man; 
 From fmiling Man. A flight, a fingle Glanccj, 
 And Shot at random, often has brought Home,, 
 A fudden Fever, to the throbbing Heart, 
 Of Envy^ Rancour^ or impure Dejire, 
 We fee, we hear with Peril ; Safety dwells 
 Remote from Multitude , the World's a School 
 Of W^rongy and what Proficients fwarm around? 
 We muft or imitate, or difapprove ; 
 Muft lift as their Accomplices, or Foes; 
 ^hat ftains our Innocence 3 ^his wounds our Peace, 
 From Nature's Birth, hence, Wifdom has been fmit 
 
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 With fweet Recefs, and languiflit for the Shade. 
 
 This facred Shade, and Solitude, what is it ? 
 Tis the felt Prefence of the Deity. 
 Few are the Faults we flatter when alone. 
 Vice finks in her Allurements, is ungilt, 
 And looks, like other Objects, black by Night, 
 By Night an Atheift half-believes a God. 
 
 Nigjht is fair Virtue's immemorial Friend ; 
 The confcious Moon, through every diftant Age, 
 Has held a Lamp to Wifdom^ and let fall 
 On Contemplation^ Eye, her purging Ray. 
 The fam'd Atheniany he who woo'd from Heav'n 
 Philofophy the fair, to dwell with Men^ 
 And form their Manners, not inflame their Pride^ 
 While o'er his Head, as fearful to molefl: 
 His lab'ring Mirld, the Stars in Silence Aide, 
 And feem all gazing on their future Gueft, 
 See him folliciting his ardent Suit, 
 in private Audiei^ce: All the live-long-night. 
 
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 Rigid in Thought, and motion lefs he (lands, 
 
 Nor quits his Theme, or Poilure, till the Sun 
 (Rude Drunkard riling Rofy from the Main!) 
 Difturbs his nobler iptelledlual Beam, 
 And gives him to the Tumult of the World. 
 Hail, precious Moments ! ftoFn from the black Wafte 
 Of murder'd Time : Aufpicious Midnight ! Hail ! 
 The World excluded, every Paffion hufli'd^ 
 And open'd a calm Intercourfe with Heav'n, 
 Here^ the Soul fits in Council^ ponders pafiy 
 Predeftinesy^//^/'^ A6lions j fees, not feels. 
 Tumultuous Life 5 and reafons with the Storm 5 
 All her Lies anfwers, and thinks down her Charms, 
 
 What awful Joy ? What mental Liberty ? 
 I am not pent in Darknefs j rather fay 
 (If not too bold) in Darknefs I'm embower 'di 
 Delightful Gloom ! the cluft'ring Thoughts around 
 Spontaneous rife, and bloflbm in the Shade 5 
 But droop by Day, and ficken in the Sun, 
 thought borrows Light elfewhere j from that Firfi Fire. 
 
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 Fountain of Animation ! whence defcends 
 Urania^ my celeftial Gueft! who deigns 
 Nightly to vifit me, fo mean; and now 
 Conlcious, how needful Difcpline to Man, 
 From pleafmg Dalliance with the Charms of Nighty 
 My wand'ring Thought recalls, to what excites 
 Far other beat of Heart ; Narciffas Tomb! 
 
 Or is it feeble Nature calls me back ? 
 And breaks my Spirit into Grief again ? 
 Is it a Stygian Vapour in my Blood ? 
 A cold, flow Puddle, creeping thro' my Veins r' 
 Or is it thus with all Men ? — Thus, with all. 
 What are we ? how unequal ? now we foar. 
 And now we fink ; to be the fame ^ tranfcends 
 Our prefent Prowefs. Dearly pays the Soul 
 For Lodging-ill ; too dearly rents her Clay. 
 Reafon^ a baffled Counfellor! but adds 
 The Blufh of Weaknefs, to the Bane of Woe. 
 The noblefl: Spirit fighting her hard Fate, 
 In this damp, duiky Region, charg'd with Storms, 
 
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 But feebly flutters, yet untaught to fly ; 
 Or Flying, ftiort her Flight, and fure her Fall. 
 Our utraoft Strength ! when down, to rife again ; 
 And not toyiehl, tho' beaten, all our Praife. 
 
 'Tis vain to feek in Men, for more than Man. 
 Tho' proud in Promife, big in previous Thought, 
 Experience damps our Triumph. I, who late. 
 Emerging from the Shadows of the Grave, 
 Where Gr/>/detain'd me Prifoner, mounting high 
 Threw wide the Gates of everlafl:ing Day, 
 And call'd Mankind to Glory, Ihook off P^/«, 
 Mortality fliook off, in ^ther pure. 
 And ftruck the Stars; now feel my Spirits fail, 
 They drop me from the Zenith, down I rufli 
 Like him, whom Fable fledg'd with waxen Wings, 
 In Sorrow drown'd.-But not, in Sorrow, loft. 
 How wretched is the Man, who never mourn'd ? 
 I dive for precious Pearl, in Sorrow^ Stream : 
 Not fo the thoughtlefs Man that only grieves ; 
 Takes all the Torment, and rejedb the Gain,
 
 (ineltimable Gain !) and gives Heaven Leave 
 
 To make him but more Wretched, not more Wife. 
 
 If Wifdom is our LefTon, (and what elfe 
 Ennobles Man? what elfe have Angels Jearnt?) 
 Grief! more Proficients in thy School are made. 
 Than Genius, or proud Learnings e'er could boaft. 
 Voracious Learning, often overfed, 
 Digefts not into Senfe her motley Meal. 
 This Eook-Cafe, with dark Booty almoft burft. 
 This Forager on others Wifdom, leaves 
 Her Native^Farm, \itx Reafon quite untill'd. 
 With mixt Manure fhe furfeits the rank Soil, 
 Dung'd, butnotdreft^ and rich to Beggary. 
 A Pomp untameable of Weed prevails. 
 Her Servant^ Wealth encumber'd Wifdom mourns. 
 
 And what fays Genius P " Let the Dull be Wifer 
 Genius too hard for Right, can prove it Wrong. 
 And loves to boaft, where blufliMen lefs infpirU 
 It pleads Exemption from the Laws of Sehfet, 
 Confiders Reafon as a Leveller, 
 
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 And fcorns to fliare a Blefllng with the Croud. 
 That Wife it could be, thinks an ample Claim 
 To Glory J and to Pleafure gives the reft, 
 CraJJus but fleeps, Ardelio is undone. 
 Wifdom lefs fhudders at a Fool, than Wit. 
 
 But Wifdom fmiles, when humbled Mortals weep. 
 When Sorrow wounds the Breaft, as Plows the Glebe, 
 And Hearts obdurate feel her fbftning Shower : 
 Her Seed Celeftial, then, glad JVifdom fows. 
 Her golden Harveft triumphs in the Soil. 
 If fo, Narcijfa ! welcome my Relap/e j 
 I'll raife a Tax on my Calamity, 
 And reap rich Compenfation from my Pain. 
 rU range the plenteous, Intellectual Field ; 
 And gather ev'ry Thought of fovereign Power, 
 To chafe the Moral maladies of Man ; 
 Thoughts^ which may bear tranfplanting to the Skies, 
 Tho' Natives of this coarfe penurious Soil, 
 Nor wholly wither there^ where Seraphs fing ; 
 Refin'd, exalted, not annuU'd in Heaven, 
 
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 Reafon, the Sun that gives them Birth, the fame 
 In either Clime, tho' more iUuftrious i:h€re. 
 Thefe choicely cull'd, and elegantly rang d, 
 Shall form a Garland for Nardjjas Tomb j 
 And, peradventure, of no fading Flowers. 
 
 Say on what Themes (hall puzzled Choice defcend ? 
 *' Th' Importance of Contemplating the Tomb j 
 " JVhy Men decline it j Suicide's foul Birth 5; 
 *' The various Kinds of Grief-, the Faults of Age-^ 
 " And Death's dread CharaSier-'-mVitQ my Song. 
 
 Firft, be th' Importance of our End furveyU 
 Friends councel quick DifmifTion of our Grief; 
 Miftaken Kindnefs ! our Hearts heal too foon. 
 Are Ihey more kind than He, who ftruck the Blow ? 
 Who bid it do his Erran in our Hearts, 
 And banifh Peace, till nobler Guefts arrive. 
 And bring it back, a true, and endlefs Peace ? 
 Calamities are Friends : As glaring Day 
 Of thefe unnumbred Luilres robs our Sight 5 
 Profperity puts out unnumbred Thoughts 
 Of Import high, and Light divine to Man.
 
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 The Man how bleft^ who fick of gaudy Scenes, 
 
 (Scenes apt to thruft between us and ourfelves!) 
 
 Is led by Choice to take his favourite Walk, 
 
 Beneath Death'' s gloomy, filent, Cyprefs Shades, 
 
 Unpierc'd by Vanity*^ fantaftic Ray ; 
 
 To read his Monuments, to weigh his Duft, 
 
 Vifit his Vaults, and dwell among the Tombs? 
 
 Lorenzo! read with me iVis'rr^'s Stone ^ 
 
 [Narcijfa was thy Favourite) let us. read 
 
 Her moral Stone; few Doctors preach fo well. 
 
 Few Orators fo tenderly can touch 
 
 The feelinor Heart. What Pathos in the Date ? 
 
 Apt Words can ftrike, and yet in them we fee 
 
 Faint Images of what we, here, enjoy. 
 
 What Caufe have we to build on Length of Life ? 
 
 temptations feize, when Fear is laid afleep ; 
 
 And 111 foreboded is our ftrongeft Guard. 
 
 See from her Tomb, as from an humble Shrine, 
 I'ruth^ radiant Goddefs ! fallies on my Soul, 
 And puts Delufion\ d-uiky Train to Flight ;
 
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 Difpells the Mifts our fultry Paffions raife. 
 
 From Objects low, terreftrial, and obfcene. 
 
 And (hews the i?^^/ Eftimate of Things; 
 
 Which no Man, unafflidied, ever faw ; 
 
 Pulls off the Veil from Virtues riling Charms ; 
 
 Detedls 'temptation in a thoufand Lies. 
 
 Truth bids me look on Men, as Autumn Leaves, 
 
 And all they bleed for, as the Summer's Duft, 
 
 Driven by the Whirlwind ; lighted by her Beams, 
 
 I widen my Horizon, gain new Powers, 
 
 See Things invifible, feel Things remote, 
 
 Am prefent with Futurities ; think nought 
 
 To Man fo foreign, as the Joys pofleft. 
 
 Nought fo much his as thofe beyond the Grave> 
 
 No Folly keeps its Colour in her Sight, 
 Pale worldly Wifdom lofes all her Charms ; 
 In pompous Promife from her Schemes profound. 
 If future Fate Ihe plans, 'tis all in Leaves 
 Like Sihyl^ unfubftantial, fleeting Blifs ! 
 At the firft Blaft it vanifhes in Air,
 
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 Not fo, Celeflial: wouldft Thou know, Lorenzo ! 
 
 How differ worldly Wifdom, and Divine P 
 
 Juft as the waining, and the waxing Moon. 
 
 More empty worldly Wifdom every Day j 
 
 And every Day more fair her i?/W/{hines. 
 
 When Later there's lefs Time to play the Fool. 
 
 Soon our whole Term for Wifdom is expir'd. 
 
 (Thou know'ft flie calls no Councel in the Grave) 
 
 And everlafting Fool is writ iiji Fire, 
 
 Or real Wifdom wafts us to the Skies. 
 
 As worldly Schemes refemble SybiPs Leaves, 
 
 The Good Man's Days to Sybil's Books compare, 
 
 (In antient Story read. Thou know'ft the Tale) 
 
 In Price ftill rifmg, as in Number lefs, 
 
 Ineftimable quite his Final Hour. 
 
 For That who Thrones can offer, offer Thrones \ 
 
 Infolvent Worlds the Purchafe cannot pay. 
 
 ^' Oh let me die His Death ! " all Nature cries. 
 
 " Then live his Life " — All Nature falters there. 
 
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 Our great Phyficlan daily to confultj 
 
 To commune with the Grave ^ our only Cure. 
 
 What Grave prefcribes the beft ?— a Friend 's^ and yet 
 From a Friend's Grave, how foon we difengage ? 
 Even to the deareft, as his Marble, cold. 
 Why are Friends raviiht from us? 'tis to bind. 
 By foft Affeftion's Tyes, on human Hearts, 
 The Thought of Death, which Reafon too fupine. 
 Or mifemploy'd, fo rarely faftens There. 
 Nor Reafon, nor Affection, no, nor both 
 Combin'd, can break the Witchcrafts of the World. 
 Behold th' inexorable Hour at Hand ! 
 Behold th' inexorable Hour forgot ! 
 And to forget it, the chief Aim of Life ; 
 Tho' well to ponder it, is Lifers chief -E/^^. 
 
 Is Death, that ever threatning, ne'er remote^ 
 That all-important, and that only fure, 
 (Come when he will) an unexpe(9:ed Gueft? 
 Nay, tho' invited by the loudeft Calls 
 Of blind Imprudence^ unexpedkd ftill ? 
 
 Tho'
 
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 Tho' numVous Meflengers are fent before 
 
 To warn his Great Arrival. What the Caufe, 
 The wond'rous Caufe, of this Myfterious 111 ? 
 AH Heaven looks down aftonifti'd at the Sight. 
 
 Is it, that Life has fown her Joys fb thick. 
 We can't thrult in a fingle Care between ? 
 Is it, that Life has fuch a fwarm of Cares, 
 The Thought of Death can't enter for the Throng ? 
 Is it, that ^ime fteals on with downy Feet, 
 Nor wakes Indulgence from her Golden Dream? 
 'To-day is fo like yeflerday^ it cheats ; 
 We take the lying Sifter for the fame. 
 Life glides away, Lorenzo ! like a Brook \ 
 For ever changing, unperceiv'd the Change. 
 In the fame Brook none ever bath'd him twice ; 
 To the fame Life none ever twice awoke 
 We call the Brook the fame 5 the fame we think 
 Our Life, tho' ftill more rapid in its Flow \ 
 Nor mark the Much irrevocably laps'd. 
 
 And mingled with the Sea. Or (hall we fay 
 
 (Retaining
 
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 (Retaining ftlll the Brook to bear us on) 
 
 That Life is like a Veflel on the Stream ? 
 
 In Life embark'd, we fmoothly down the Tide 
 
 Of I'ime defcend, but not on Time intent ; 
 
 Amus'd, unconfcious of the gliding Wave ; 
 
 Till on a fudden we perceive a Shock j 
 
 We ftart, awake, look out j what fee we there ? 
 
 Our brittle Bark is bur ft on Charon's Shore. 
 
 Is this the Caufe Death flies all human Thought ? 
 Or is it, yudgment by the Will ftruck blind, 
 That domineering Miftrefs of the Soul ! 
 Like him fo ftrong by Dalilah the fair ? 
 Or is it Fear turns ftartled Reafon back, 
 From looking down a Precipice fo fteep? 
 'Tis dreadful , and the Dread is wifely plac'd, 
 
 By Nature conlcious of the make of Man. 
 A dreadful Friend it is, a Terror kind, 
 A flaming Sword to guard the Tree of Life.. 
 By that unaw'd, in Life's moft fmiling Hour, 
 The Good Man would repine j would fuffer Joys, 
 
 And
 
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 And burn impatient for his promis'd Skies. 
 
 The Bad on each punctilious Pique of Pride, 
 
 Or Gloom of Humour, would give Rase the Rein^ 
 
 Bound o'er the Barrier, rufh into the Dark, 
 
 And marr the Schemes of Providence below. 
 
 Wh^t Groan was that, Lorenzo I — Furies ! rile 
 And drown in your lefs execrable Yell, 
 Britannia s Shame. There took her gloomy Flight, 
 On Wing impetuous, a Black fullen Soul, 
 Blafted from Hell, with horrid Luft of Death. 
 Thy Friend, the Brave, the Gallant Altamount^ . 
 So call'd, fo thought — And then he fled the Field. 
 Lefs Bafe the Fear of Death, than Fear of Life. 
 O Britain^ infamous for Suicide ! 
 An Ifland in thy Manners ! far disjoin'd 
 From the whole World of Rationah befide. 
 In ambient Waves plunge thy polluted Head, 
 Wafh the dire Stain, nor (hock the Continent. 
 
 But Thou be fliock'd, while I dete61: the Caufe 
 O^ Self.Ajfauh^ expofe the Monfter's Birth, 
 
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 And bid Abhorrence hifs it round the World. 
 
 Blame not thy Clime, nor chide the diftant Sun j 
 The Sun is innocent, thy Clime abfolv'd, 
 Immoral Climes kind Nature never made. 
 The Caufe I fing, in Eden might prevail, 
 And proves. It is thy Folly, not thy Fate. 
 
 The Soul of Man, (let Man in Homage bow 
 Who names his Soul) a Native of the Skies ! 
 Highborn, and free, her Freedom (hould maintain. 
 Unfold, unmortgag'd for Earth'^s little Bribes. 
 The illuftrious Stranger, in this foreign Land, 
 Like Strangers, jealous of her Dignity, 
 Studious of Home, and ardent to return. 
 Of JEarth fufpicious. Earths inchanted Cup 
 With cool Referve light-touching, (hould indulge 
 On Immortality^ her Godlike Taft 5 
 T'here take large Draughts ; make her chief Banquet 
 
 But fome rejeS this Suftenance Divine 5 
 To beggarly vile Apj)etites defcend ; 
 Aik Almsof ^r//^, forGuefts that came from Heaven -^
 
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 Sink into Slaves j and fell {ox prefent Hire, 
 
 Their rich Reverfion, and (what Ihares its Fate,) 
 
 Their native Freedom^ to the Prince who fways 
 
 This nether World. And when his Payments fail. 
 
 When his foul Ba(]<:et gorges them no more ; 
 
 Or their pall'd Palates loath the Bafket full. 
 
 Are, inftantiy, with wild Dasmoniac Rage, 
 
 For breaking all the Chains of Providence, 
 
 And burftingr their Confinement: tho' faft barr'd 
 
 By Laws divine and human j guarded ftrong 
 
 With Horrors doubled to defend the Pafs, 
 
 The blackeft Nature^ or dire Guilt can raife ; 
 
 And moated round, with fathomlefs DeJIruSfio^y . 
 
 Sure to receive, and whelm them in their Fall. 
 
 Such, Britons ! is the Caufe^ to you unknown. 
 
 Or w^orfe, o'erlookM; o'erlook'd by Magiftrates, 
 
 Thus, Criminals themfelves. I grant the Deed 
 
 Is Madnefs^ but the Madnefs of the Heart, 
 
 And what is that ? our utmoft bound of Guilt. 
 
 A fenfual, unreflecting Life is big 
 
 With
 
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 With monftrous Births, and Suicide^ to crown 
 The black infernal Brood. The Bold to break 
 Heaven's Law fupreme, and defperately rufh 
 Thro' facred Nature's Murder, on their own, 
 Becaufe they never think of Deathy they die. 
 'Tis equally Man's Duty, Glory, Gain, 
 At once to (hun, and meditate, his End. 
 When by the Bed of Languifhment we fit, 
 (The Seat of Wifdom ! if our Choice, not Fate) 
 Or, o'er our dying Friends, in Anguifti hang, 
 Wipe the cold Dew, or flay the finking Head, 
 Number their Moments, and in ev'ry Clock, 
 Start at the Voice of an Eternity j 
 See the dim Lamp of Life ju ft feebly lift. 
 An agonizing Beam, at us to gaze. 
 Then fink again, and quiver into Death, 
 That moft Pathetic Herald of our own j 
 How read we fuch fad Scenes ? as fent to Man 
 In perfe<9: Vengeance? no j in Pity fent, 
 To melt him down, like Wax, and then imprefs 
 
 In.
 
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 Indelible, Death\ Image on his Heart ; 
 
 Bleeding for others. Trembling for himfelf. 
 
 We bleed, we tremble j we forget, we fmile. 
 
 The Mind turns Fool, before the Cheek is dry. 
 
 Our quick-returning Folly cancels all ; 
 
 As the Tide ruftiins rafes what is writ 
 
 In yielding Sands, and fmooths the Letter'd Shore. 
 
 Lorenzo ! haft thou ever weigh 'd a Sigh f 
 Or ftudied the Philofophy of l^ears F 
 (A Science, yet, unleftur'd in our Schools .) 
 Haft thou defcended deep into the Breaft, 
 And feen their Source ? If not, defcend with me. 
 And trace thefe briny Riv'lets to their Springs. 
 
 Our Funeral Tears, from different Caufes, riie. 
 
 As if, from feparate Cifterns in the Soul, 
 
 Of various Kinds ^ they flow. From tender Breaft, 
 
 By foft Contagion C2i\Vdyfome burft at once. 
 
 And ftream obfequious to the leading Eye. 
 
 Some^ aflc more Time, by curious Jrt diftill'd. 
 
 Some Hearts in fecret hard, unapt to melt, 
 
 F. ' RtrucX
 
 ( 34 ) 
 Struck by the Magic of the Public eye, 
 
 Like Mofes" fmitten Rock, gufh out amain. 
 
 Some weep to (hare the Fame of the DeceasM, 
 So high in Merit, and to them fo Dear. 
 They dwell on Praifes, which they think they (hare^ 
 And thus, without a Bluih^ commend Themfelves. 
 Some mourn in Proof that fomething they could love. 
 They weep not to relieve their Greif, but fljow. 
 Some weep in perfect Juftice to the Dead,, 
 As Confcious all their Love is in Arrear. 
 Some mifchievoufly weep, not unappriz'd. 
 Tears, fometimes, aid the Conquefh of an Eye. 
 With what Addrefs the foft Ephefians draw 
 Their Sable Net-work o'er entanorled Hearts ? 
 As feen through Cryftal, how their Rofes glow. 
 While liquid Pearl runs trickling down their Cheek ? 
 Of hers, not prouder Egypt's wanton Queen, 
 Caroufmg Gems, herfelf diflblv'd in Love. 
 Some v/eep at Death, abftra^^ed from the Deady 
 And celebrate, like Charles, their own Deceafe. 
 
 •
 
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 By kind Conftruftlon fome are deem'd to weep, 
 
 Becaufe a decent Veil conceals their Joy. 
 ^ Some weep in Earneft ; and yet weep in Vain ; 
 As deep in Indifcretion, as in Woe. 
 Faffion^ blind Paflion ! impotently pours 
 Tears, that deferve more Tears ^ while Reafon ileeps 
 Or gazes, like an Idiot, unconcern 'd 5 
 Nor comprehends the meaning of the Storm; 
 Knows not It fpeaks to Her^ and her alone. 
 Irrationals all Sorrow are beneath^ 
 That noble Gift ! that Privilege of Man ! 
 From Sorrow^ Pang, the Birth of endlefs Joy» 
 But I'he/e are barren of that Birth divine. 
 They weep impetuous, as the Summer-Storm, 
 And full as fhort! The cruel Grief {oon tam'd^ 
 They make a Paftime of the ftinglefs Tale 5 
 Far as the deep-refounding Knell, they fpread 
 The dreadful News, and hardly feel it more. 
 No Grain of JVifdom pays them for their JVoe, 
 
 Half round the Globe, theTears pumptup by 'Dmth 
 Are fpent in watering Vanities of Life;
 
 ( 36 ) 
 In making Folly flouriih ftill more fair. 
 
 When the fick Soul, her wonted flay withdrawn. 
 
 Reclines on Earth, and forrows in the Duft j .*. 
 
 Inftead of learning there ^ her true Support^ 
 
 Tho' there thrown down, her true Support to learn. 
 
 Without Heaven's Aid, impatient to be Bleft, 
 
 She crawls to the next Shrub, or Bramble vile, 
 
 Tho' from the ftately Cedar's Arms fhe fell, 
 
 With flale, forefworn Embraces, clings anew. 
 
 The Stranger weds, and bloflbms as before^ 
 
 In all the fruitlefs Fopperies of Life, 
 
 Prefents her Weed well-fancied, at the Ball, 
 
 And raffles for the Death's-Head on the Ring. 
 
 So wept Aurelia^ till the deftin'd Youth 
 Stept in, with his Receipt for making Smilesj 
 And blanchino; Sables into bridal Bloom. 
 So wept Lorenzo fair Clariffas Fate j 
 Who gave that Angel-Boy, on whom he doats^ 
 And dy'd to give him, orphan'd in his Birth ! 
 
 Not fuch Narcijja ! my Diflrefs for Thee. 
 
 Ill
 
 ( 37 3 
 V\\ make an Altar of thy iacred Tomb 
 
 To facrifice to Wifdom. — What waft Thou ? 
 
 1*^ Toung^ Gay J and Fortunate ! " Each yields a Theme. 
 
 I'll dwell on each, to Ihun Thought morefevere^ 
 
 (Heaven knows I labour with feverer ftill !) 
 
 I'll dwell on each, and quite exhauft thy Death. 
 
 A Soul without Refle£lion, like a Pile 
 
 Without Inhabitant, to Ruin runs. 
 
 And, Firft, thy Youth, What fays it to Grey Hairs? 
 Narcijfa I'm become thy Pupil now — 
 Early, Bright, Tranfient, Chaft, as Morning Dew 
 She fparkled, was exhal'd, and went to Heav'n. 
 ^ime on this Head has fnow'd, yet ftill 'tis borne 
 Aloft ^ nor thinks but on another's Grave. 
 Cover'd with Shame I fpeak it, ^ge fevere. 
 Old worn-out Vice fets down for Virtue fair. 
 With gracelefs Gravity, chaftifing Youth, 
 That Youth chaftis'd furpafling in a Fault, 
 Father of all, Forgetfulnefs of Death. 
 As if, like Objed^s preffing on the Sight, 
 Death had advanc'd too near us to be feen ;
 
 ( 38 ) 
 
 Or, that Life's Loan l^ime ripen'd into Right \ 
 And Men might plead Prefcription from the Grave ; 
 Deathlefs, from Repetition of Reprieve. 
 Deathlefs ? far from it ! fuch are Dead already 5 
 Their Hearts are buried, and the World their Grave* 
 
 Tell me fome God ! my Guardian Angel! tell. 
 What thus infatuates ? what Inchantment plants 
 The Phantom of an Age, 'twixt us and Death, 
 Already at the Door ? He knocks, we hear him, 
 And yet we will not hear. What Mail defends 
 Our untouch 'd Hearts } what Miracle turns off 
 The pointed Thought, which from aThoufand Quivers 
 Is daily darted, and is daily fhunn'd ? 
 We fland, as in a Battle, Throngs oh Throngs 
 Around us falling 5 Wounded oft ourfelves j 
 Tho' bleeding with our Wounds^ Immortal ftill ! 
 We fee Time's furrows on another's Brow, 
 And Death intrench'd, preparing his AiTault 5 
 How few themfelvesj i'n that juft Mirror, fee ? 
 Or feeingj draw their Inference as ftrong ? 
 ^here Death is certain 5 doubtfuU Here 3 He muft^
 
 ( 39 ) 
 
 AndfooH'j we mayy within an Age^ expire. 
 
 Though grey our Heads, our Thoughts and Aims are 
 
 [GrecQ i 
 
 Like damag'd Clocks, whofe Hand and Bell difTent, 
 Folly fings Six, while Nature points at Twelve. 
 
 Abfurd JLongaevky ! more, more, It cries. 
 More Life, more Wealth, more Trafli of ev'ry Kind, 
 And wherefore mad for more, when Relilh fails? 
 ObjeSly and Appetite y muft club for Joy; 
 Shall Folly labour hard to mend the Bow, 
 Baubles, I mean, that ftrike us from without^ 
 While Nature is relaxing ev'ry String ? 
 Afk Thought for Joy ; grow rich and hoard within: 
 Think you the Soul, when this Life's Rattles ceafe, 
 Has nothing of more Manly to fucceed ? 
 Contra£l the Tafte immortal \ learn even Now 
 To relilh what alone fubfifts hereafter, 
 Divine^ or none^ henceforth your Joys for ever. 
 Of Age J the Glory is to wijh to die. 
 That Wifh is Praife and Promife ; It applauds 
 Pad Life, and promifes our future Blifs, 
 WhatWeaknefs fee not Children in their Sires .^
 
 ( 40 ) 
 Grand-climaftericai Abfurdities ! 
 
 Grey-hair'd Authority to Faults of Youth, 
 How fhocking ? It makes Folly thrice a Fool ; 
 And our firft Childhood might our laft defpife. 
 Peace and Efteem is all that Age can Hope. 
 Nothing but Wifdom gives \ht firfl j the laji^ 
 Nothing, but the Repute of being Wife, 
 lolly bars both j our Age is twice undone. 
 
 What Folly can be ranker ? like our Shadows, 
 Our Wifhes lengthen, as our Sun declines. 
 No Wifh (hould loiter, then^ this fide the Grave. 
 Our Hearts (hould leave the World, before the Knell 
 Calls for our Carcafles to mend the Soil. 
 Enough to Live in Tempeft, Die in Port ; 
 
 Age fhould fly Concourfe, cover in Retreat 
 Defe(9:s of yudgment ; and the WilPs fubdue ; 
 Walk thoughtfull on the filent, folemn Shore, 
 if that vaft Ocean, It mufl fail fo foon j 
 And put Good-works onboard j and wait the Wind 
 That fhortly blows us into Worlds unknown ; 
 Of unconfider'd too, a Dreadful Scene!
 
 ( 41 ) 
 All {hould be Prophets to themfelves, forefee ' 
 
 Their future Fate ; their future Fate foretafte ; 
 
 This Art would wafte the Bitternefs of De.ith. 
 
 The 'Thought of Death alone^ 'the Fear deib 3ys; a 
 
 A DifafFe£tion to that pretious Thought 
 
 [s more than Midmght Darknefe on 'tlijj Soul, :rlj '^Ji 
 
 Which fleeps beneath it, -oivaPr^f//)ir^5 '"^ InicM 10 
 
 PufPd off by thefirft Blaft, and loft for ever. ■ ; 
 
 Doft afk Lorenzo^ why fo warmly preft. 
 
 By Repetition hammer'd on thine Ear, 
 
 rhe Thought of Death ? That Thought is the Machine, 
 
 The grand Machine ! that heaves us from the Duft, 
 
 And rears us into Men. That Thought ply'd Home 
 
 Willfoon reduce the ghaftly Precipice 
 
 O'er hanging Hell, will fbften the Defcent, 
 
 And gently Dope our Pallage to the Grave j 
 
 How warmly to be wifht ? what Heart of Flefh, 
 
 Would trifle with Tremendous ? dare Extremes } 
 
 V^awn o'er the Fate of Infinite? what Hand, 
 
 Beyond the blackeil Brand of Cenfure bold, 
 
 F (To
 
 (To fpeak a Language /of? te;^// known to Thee) 
 Would at a Moment give its a// to Chance^ 
 And flamp the Die for an Eternity ? 
 
 Aid me Narcifla ! Aid me to keep Pace 
 With Dejliny 5 and e'er her Sciflars cut 
 My thread of Life, to break this tougher Thread 
 Of Moral Death, that ties me to the World. 
 Sting thou my flumbring Reafon to fend forth 
 A Thought of Obfervation on the Foe j 
 To fally, and furvey the rapid March 
 Of his ten thoufand Meflengers to Man 5 
 Who, ^<f^/^-like, behind him turns them alL 
 All Accident apart, by Nature fign'd. 
 My Warrant is gone out, tho' dormant yet - 
 Perhaps behind one Moment lurks my Fate. 
 
 Muft I ihQ,n forward only look for Death } 
 Backward I turn mine Eye, and find him there. 
 Man is a Self-fur vivor ev'ry Year. 
 Man, like a Stream, is in perpetual Flow, 
 Death's a deftroyer of Quotidian prey. 
 
 M}
 
 ( 43; 
 
 My Tout h J my Noon-tide^ His y my Teflerday j 
 The bold Invader ihares the prefent Hour. 
 Each Moment on the former (huts the Grave. 
 While Man is growing. Life is in Decreafe ; 
 And Cradles rock us nearer to the Tomb. 
 Our Birth is nothino; but our Death be^un : 
 As Tapers waft, that Inftant they take Fire. 
 
 Shall we then fear, left that Ihould come to pais, 
 Which comes to pafs each Moment of our Lives ? 
 If fear we muft, let that Death turn us pale 
 Which murders Strength ^ and Ardor ; what remains 
 Should rather call on Death than dread his Call. 
 V^e partners of my Fault, and my decline! rj-- » 
 Thoughtlefs of Death, but when yourNeighbour's 
 ^Rude Vifitant ! ) knocks hard at your dull Senie, 
 And with its Thunder, fcarce obtains your Ear ! 
 Be Death your Theme, in ev'ry place and Hour, 
 Nor longer want, ye Monumental Sires! 
 A. Brother Tomb to tell you you ftiall Die. 
 Fhat Death you dread ( fo great is Nature's Skill ! ) 
 Know, )ou ftiall court ^ before you ftiall Enjoy.
 
 f4^J 
 But you are learn'd , in Volumes, deep you fit ;' 
 
 In Wifdom Ihallow : pompous Ignorance ! 
 
 Would you be ftill more learned, than the Learn'd ? 
 
 Learn well to know how much need not be known. 
 
 And what that K^aw/edge, which impares your 6<f^ 
 
 Our needful Knowledge, like our needful food 
 
 Unhedged, lies ooen in Life's common field ; 
 
 And bids a// welcome to the Vital Feaft. 
 
 You fcorn what lies before you in the Page 
 
 Of Nature^ and Experience^ Moral Truth 5 
 
 'Of indifpenfible. Eternal Fruit ; 
 
 Fruit, on which Mortals feeding turn to Gods ; 
 
 And dive in Science for diftinguiiht Names^ aji:. 
 
 ^Difhoneft Fomentation of your Pride j 
 
 Sinking in Virtue, as you rife in Fame. 
 
 Your Learning, like the Lunar Beam, affords 
 
 Light, but not Heat y It leaves You undevout. 
 
 Frozen at Heart, while Speculation Ihines. :^noi 'loYl. 
 
 Awake, ye curious Indagators ! Fond 
 

 
 ^- s < 
 
 ( 45 ) 
 Of knowing All, but what avails you known. 
 
 If you would learn DeatFs CharaBer ; attend. 
 
 All cafts of Conduct, all degrees of Health, 
 
 All dies of Fortune, and all Dates of Age, 
 
 Together fhook in his impartial Urn, 
 
 Come forth at random. Or if Choice is made 
 
 The Choice is quite farcaftic, and infults 
 
 All bold Conjecture, and fond Hopes of Man. 
 
 What countlefs Multitudes, not only leave y 
 
 But deeply difappoint us, by their Deaths ? ' 
 
 Tho' great our Sorrow, grieater our furprize. 
 
 Like other Tyrants, Death delights to fmite, . 
 
 What fmitten, moll proclaims the Pride of Power, 
 
 And arbitrary Nod. His Joy fupreme. 
 
 To bid the Wretch furvive the Fortunate j 
 
 The Feeble, wrap th' Athletic in his Shroud; 
 
 And weeping Fathers, build their Children'^s Tomb ; 
 
 We Thine, Naniffa I — What tho' ihort thy Date ? 
 
 Virtue^ not rolling Suns, the Mind matures. 
 
 That Life is long, which anfv/ers Life's great E^d. 
 
 The
 
 ( 46 ) 
 The Time that bears no Fruit, deferves no Name ; 
 The Man of Wifdom is the Man of Years. 
 In hoary Youth Methufalem\ may die, 
 O how mifdated on their flattering Tombs ? 
 
 Narciffas Touth has le(Stur'd me thus far. 
 And can her Gaiety give Council too ? 
 That hke the yews fam'd Oracle of Gems, 
 Sparkles Inftru6lion j fuch as throws new Light, 
 And opens more the Character of Death ; 
 111 known to thee, Lorenzo \ This thy Vaunt, 
 <^ Give Death his Due, the Wretched, and the Old, 
 *^ E'en let him him fweep his Rubbifh to the Grave- 
 *' Let him not violate kind Nature's Laws, 
 ^^ But own Man born to Live^ as well as Die^ 
 U^ret c he d 2ind 0/^Thou giv'ft Him j Toung and Gay 
 He takes ; and Plunder is a Tyrant's Joy. 
 What if I prove ; ^^ The fartheft from the Fear,^ 
 '^ Are often neareft to the Stroke of Fate ? '' 
 
 All, more than common. Menaces an End. 
 
 A Blaze betokens Brevity of Life. 
 
 As
 
 (47 ) 
 
 As if bright Embers (hould emit a Flame, 
 
 Glad Spirits fparkled from Narcijfas Eye, 
 
 And made Youth younger, and taught Life to Live. 
 
 As Nature's Oppofites wage endlefs War, 
 
 For this Offence, as Treafon to the deep. 
 
 Inviolable Stupor of his Reign, 
 
 Where Lujly and turbulent Ambition fleep. 
 
 Death took fwift Vengeance. As He Life detefts. 
 
 More Life is ftill more Odious, and reduc'd 
 
 By Conqueft, aggrandizes more his Power. 
 
 But wherefore aggrandiz'd ? By Heaven's Decree, 
 
 To plant the Soul on her eternal Guard, 
 
 In awful Expectation of our End. 
 
 Thus runs Death's dread Commiffion: " Strike, h\xtfoy 
 
 *' As moft alarms the Living by the Dead " 
 
 Hence Stratagem delights him, and Surprizey 
 
 And cruel fport with Man's Securities. 
 
 Not fimple Conqueft, Triumph is his Aim, 
 
 And where leaft fear'd, there Conqueft triumphs moft. 
 
 "This proves my bold Aflertion not too Bold. 
 
 What
 
 r 48 ; 
 
 What 2St- His Arts to lay our Fears afleep? 
 
 Siberian Arts his Purpofes wrap upi ''"^^Q^ c niqc LoiD 
 
 In deep Diffimulation's darkeft Night. 
 
 Like Princes unconfeft in foreign Courts^, ^- 'j'^'JtrJA 8 A 
 
 Who travel under Cover, Death aflumes 
 
 T he Name, and Look of Ltfcj and dwells among us. 
 
 He takes all Shapes that ferve his black Defigns j 
 
 Tho' Mafter of a wider Empire far 
 
 Than that, oer which xh^ Roman Eagle flew. 
 
 Like Neroy He's a Fidler, Charioteer, 
 
 Or drives his Phaeton ^ in Female Guile 5 
 
 Quite unfufpe£l:ed, till the Wheel beneath. 
 
 His difarray'd Oblation lie devours. 
 
 He moil affedls the Forms leaft like himfelf. 
 
 His Slender Self. Hence burly Corpulence 
 
 Is his familiar Wear, and fleek Difguife. A 
 
 Behind the rofy Bloom he loves to lurk, 
 
 Or, Ambuih in a Smile j or, wanton dive 
 
 Jn Dimple's deep j Love's eddies, which draw in 
 
 Unwary Hearts, and fink them in Defpair. 
 
 Such
 
 ( 49 ; 
 
 Such, on Naniffa's Couch, he loiter'd long, 
 Unknown , and when detected, ftill was feen 
 To /mile 5 fuch Peace has Innocence in Death ! 
 
 Moft happy they / whom leaft his Arts deceive. 
 One Eye on Death^ and one full fix'd on Heaven^ 
 Becomes a Mortal, and Immortal Man. 
 Long on his Wiles a piqu'd, and jealous Spy, 
 IVe feen, or dreamt I fawj the Tyrant drefs • 
 Lay by his Horrors, and put on his Smiles. 
 Say Mufe, for thou remember'fl, call it back. 
 And fhew Lorenzo the furprizing Scene ^ 
 If 'twas a Dream, his Genius can explain. 
 
 'Twas in a Circle of the Gay^ I fl:ood. 
 
 Death would have entered ; Nature pulht him back; 
 
 Supported by a Do6ior of Renown, 
 
 His Point He gain'd. Thefi artfully difmift 
 
 The Sage, for Death defign'd to be concealed. 
 
 He gave an old Vivacious Ufurer ' 
 
 His Meager AfpetSi:, and his naked Bones ; 
 
 In Gratitude for plumping up His Prey, 
 
 G A
 
 (so J 
 A pamper'd Spendthrift ; whofe fantaftic Air, 
 
 Well fafhion'd Figure, and cockaded Brow^ 
 
 He took in change, and underneath the Pride 
 
 Of coftly Linnen, tuck'd his filthy Shroud. 
 
 His crooked Bow he ftraightned to a Cane ; 
 
 And hid his deadly Shafts in Myrows Eye. 
 
 The dreadful Mafquerader thus equipt, 
 
 Out-Sallies on Adventures. Afk you where ? 
 
 Where is He not ? For his peculiar haunts, 
 
 Let this fuffice ; fure as Night follows Day, 
 
 Death treads in Pleafure's footfteps round the World, 
 
 When Pkafure treads the Paths, which Reafon Ihuns. 
 
 When, againft Reafon^ Riot fliuts the door, 
 
 And Gayety fupplies the Place of Senfe^ 
 
 Then foremoft at the Banquet, and the Ball, 
 
 Death leads the Dance^ or ftamps the deadly Die y 
 
 Nor ever fails the Midnicrht Bowl to crown, 
 
 Gayly caroufing to his gay Tompeers, 
 
 Inly he laughs, to fee them laugh at him. 
 
 As Abfent far ; and when the Revel burns. 
 
 When
 
 When Fear is baniftit, and triumphant Thought 
 CalHng for all the Joys beneath the Moon, 
 x4gainft Him turns the Key ; and bids him Sup 
 With their progenitors, — He drops his Mask, 
 Frowns out at full ; they ftart, defpair, expire. 
 
 Scarce with more fudden Terror and Surprize, 
 From His black Mafque of Nitre, touched by Fire 
 He burfts, expands, roars, blazes, and devours. 
 And is not this triumphant Treachery 
 And more than fimple Conqueft in the Fiend ? 
 
 And now Lorenzo ! doft thou wrap thy Soul 
 
 In foft lecurity, becaufe unknown 
 
 Which Moment is commiffioned to deftroy } 
 
 In DeatEs uncertainty thy Danger lies. 
 
 Is Death uncertain ? therefore Thou be fixt ; 
 
 Fixt as a Centinel, all Eye, all Ear, 
 
 All Expectation of the coming Foe. ■, 
 
 Roufe, ftand in Arms, nor lean againfl: thy Spear, 
 
 Leaft Slumber fteal one Moment o'er thy Soul, 
 
 And Fate furprize thee nodding. Watch, be ftrong ; 
 
 G z Thus
 
 Thus give each Day the Merit, and Renown, 
 
 Of dying well j tho' doom'd but once to Die. 
 
 Nor let Life's /jf/vW hidden, (^as from moftjy' 
 
 Hide too from Thee, the precious ufe of Life. 
 
 Early,' not fudden, w^as Narcijpfs Fate. 
 
 Soon, not furprifmg, Z)^<^^/6 his Vifit paid. 
 
 Her Thought went forth to meet him on his way, 
 
 Nor Gayety forgot It was to Die. 
 
 Tho Fortune too (our third and final Theme/ 
 
 As an Accomplice plaid her gaudy Plumes, 
 
 And ey'ry glittering Gewgaw on her Sight, 
 
 To dazzle, and debauch it from its Mark. 
 
 Death^s dreadful Advent is the Mark of Man ; 
 
 And every Thought that mifles it, is blind. 
 
 Fortune^' with Touth^ and Gayety^ confpir'd 
 
 To weave a tripple wreath of Happinefs, ' 
 
 (\{ Happinefs on Earth/ to crown her Brow. 
 
 And could Death charge through fuch a fhining.Shielcl .^ 
 
 That fhining Shield invites the Tyrant's Spear. 
 
 As if to damp our elevated Aims, 
 
 And
 
 f 53 J 
 And flrongly preach Humility to Man, 
 
 O how portentous is Profperity ? 
 
 How, Comet-like, it threatens, while it fhines } 
 
 Few Years but yield us proof of Death\ Ambition 
 
 To cull his Victims from the faireft fold ! 
 
 And flieath his Shafts in all the Pride of Life. 
 
 When flooded with Abundance, purpled o'er 
 
 With recent Honours, plum'd with evVy blifs ; 
 
 Set up in Oftentation, made the Gaze,. 
 
 The gaudy Center of thepublick Eye, 
 
 When Fortune^ thus, has tofsd her Child in Air, 
 
 Snatcht from the Covert of an humble State, 
 
 How often have I feen him dropt at once. 
 
 Our Morning's Envy ! and our Evening's Sigh! 
 
 As if her Bounties were the Signal giv'n. 
 
 The Flow'ry Wreath, to mark the Sacrifice, 
 
 And call Death's Arrows on the deftin'd Prey. 
 
 Hhh-Fortune feems in cruel League with Fate. 
 
 Aflc you for what? to give his War on Man 
 
 The deeper Dread, and more illuftrious Spoil j^ 
 
 Thus
 
 r 54; 
 
 Thus to keep daring Mortals more in Awe. 
 And burns Lorenzo ilill for the Sublime 
 Of Life ? to hang his airy Neft on high, 
 On the flight Timber of the topmoft Bough, 
 Rockt at each Breeze, and menacing a Fall ? 
 Granting grim Death at equal Didance there 5 
 Yet Peace begins juft where Ambition ends. 
 What makes Man wretched ? Happinefs deny'd^ 
 'Lorenzo ! no ; 'Tis Happinefs difdaind. 
 She comes too meanly dreis'd to win our Smile, 
 And calls herfelf Content ^ a homely Name! 
 Our Flame is ^ranfporty and Content our Scorn. 
 Ambition turns, and fhuts the Door againft her. 
 And weds a Toil^ a Tempeji in her Stead ; 
 A Tempejl^ to warm ^ran/port near of kin. 
 Unknowing what our mortal State admits. 
 Life's modefl Joys we ruin, while we raife j 
 And all our Ecftafies are Wounds to Peace. 
 Peace, the full Portion of Mankind below. 
 
 And
 
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 And fince thy Peace is dear, ambitious Youth ! 
 
 Of Fortune fond ! as thoughlefs of thy Fate! 
 
 As late I drew Death's Pi£lure, to ftir up 
 
 Thy wholfome Fears ; now drawn, in Contraft, fee 
 
 Gay Fortune % thy vain Hopes to reprimand. 
 
 See, high in Air, the fportive Goddefs hangs. 
 
 Unlocks her Tafket, fpreads her glitt'ring Ware, 
 
 And calls the giddy Winds to pufF abroad 
 
 Her randorn Bounties, o'er the gaping Throng, 
 
 All rufli rapacious ; Friends o'er trodden Friends ; 
 
 Sons o'er their Fathers, Subjefts o'er their Kings, 
 
 Priefts o'er their Gods; and Lovers o'er the Fair, 
 
 Still more to adcr'd j fnatch the golden Show'r. 
 
 Gold glitters mofl:, where l^irtue fhines no more ; 
 
 As Stars from abfent Suns have leave to Ihine. 
 
 O what a pretious Pack of Votaries 
 
 Unkenneird from the Prifbns, and the Stews, 
 
 Pour in, all opening in their Idol's Praife ! 
 
 All, ardentj eye each Wafture of her Hand, 
 
 And wide-expanding their voracious Jaws, 
 
 Morfel
 
 ( ) 
 
 Morfel on Morfel fwallow down unchew'd, 
 Untafted, through mad Appetite for more, 
 Gorg'd to the Throat, yet lean and ravenuua iliil. 
 Sagacious All, to trace the fmalleft Game, 
 And bold to feize the Greateft. If (bleft Chance!) 
 Court-Zephyrs fvveetly breath, they launch, they fly, 
 O'er Juft, o'er Sacred, all forbidden Ground, 
 Drunk with the burning Scent of Place, or Pow'r, 
 Staunch to the foot of Lucre, till they die. 
 Or if for Men you take them, as I mark 
 Their Manners, Thou their various Fates furvey. 
 With aim mif-meafur'd, and impetuous fpeed. 
 Some darting, ftrike their ardent Wilh far off, 
 Through Fury to poflefs it : Some fucceed, 
 But ftumble, and let fall the taken Prize. 
 From fotne^ by fudden Blaftsj 'tis whirl'd away. 
 And lodg'd in Bofoms, that ne'er dreamt of Gain. 
 ICofome it (licks fo clofe, that when torn off 
 Torn is the Man, and mortal is the Wound. 
 Somcy o'er-enamour'd of their Bags, run mad.
 
 ( S7 ) 
 Groan under Gold, yet weep for want of Bread. 
 Together /2>//?^ (unhappy Rivals!) feize, 
 And rend Abundance into Poverty ; 
 Loud croaks the Raven of the Law, and fmiies. 
 Smiles too the Goddefs , but fmiies moft at thofe, 
 ( Juft Victims of exorbitant Defire !) 
 Who perilh at their own Requeft, and whelm'd 
 Beneath her Load of lavifh Grants, expire. 
 Fortune is famous for her Numbers flain. 
 The Number fmall, which Happinefs can bear. 
 Tho' various for a while their Fates; at laft 
 
 One Curfe involves them All ; at Death's Approach, 
 All read their Riches backward into Lofs, 
 
 And mourn, in juft Proportion to their Store. 
 
 And Deaths Approach (if orthodox my Song) 
 Is haftned by the Lure of Fortune""^ fmiies. 
 And art thou ftill a Glutton of bright Gold } 
 And art thou ftill rapacious of thy Ruin? 
 Death loves a ftiining Mark, a iignal Blow; 
 A Blow, which while it executes, alarms ; 
 
 H And
 
 ( 58 ) 
 And. ilartles Thoufands, with a fingle Fall. 
 
 As, when fome (lately growth of Oak, or Pine, 
 
 Which nods aloft, and proudly fpreads her Shade, 
 
 The Sun's Defiance ! and the Flocks Defence ! 
 
 By the ftrong ftrokes of labVing Hinds fubdu'd. 
 
 Loud o;roans her laft, and ruihins from her Height 
 
 In cumb'rous Ruin, thunders to the Ground, 
 
 The confcious Forefl: trembles at the Shock, 
 
 And Hill, and Stream, and diliant Dale, refounds 
 
 Thefe high-aim'd Darts of Death, and thefe alone^ 
 
 Should I colledl:, my Quiver would be full. 
 A Quiver, which fufpended in mid Air, 
 
 Or near Heaven's Archer, in the Zodiac, hung, 
 
 (So could it be) (hould draw the publick Eye, 
 
 The Gaze, and Contemplation of Mankind ! 
 
 A Conftellation awfull, yet benign 
 
 To guide the Gay through Life's tempeftuous Wave; 
 
 Nor fufFer them to ftrike the common Rock, 
 
 ^' From greater Danger to grow more fecure, 
 
 *^ And, wrapt in Happinefs, forget their Fate.
 
 I 59 ) 
 L.yfander happ\ pad the cofiinion Lot, 
 
 Was vvarn'd of Danger, but too Gay to fear. 
 
 He vvoo'd the fair ylfpajia \ fhe was kind, 
 
 In Youth, Form, Fortune, Fame, they both were bleft. 
 
 All who knew envy'd^ yet in Envy lov'd : 
 
 Can Fancy form more finifht Happinefs? 
 
 Fixt was the Nuptial Hour. Her {lately Dome 
 
 Rofe on the founding Beach. The glittering Spires 
 
 Float in the Wave, and break againft the Shore : 
 
 So break thofe glittering Shadows, Human Joys. 
 
 The faithlefs Morning fmil'dj He take^ his Leave, 
 
 To re-embrace, in Ecftafies, at Eve. 
 
 The rifins Storm forbids. The News arrives. 
 
 Untold, fhe faw it in her Servant's Eye. 
 
 She felt it feen j (her Heart was apt to feel) 
 
 And drown'd, without the furious Ocean's Aid, 
 
 In fuffocating Sorrows, (hares his Tomb. 
 
 Now, round the fumptuous. Bridal Monument, 
 
 The Guilty Billows innocently roar j 
 
 And the rough Sailor pafTing drops a Tear. 
 
 A Tear ?
 
 ( 6o ) 
 A Tear? — can Tears fuffice? — But not for me. 
 How vain our Efforts? and our Arts how vain? 
 The diftant Train of Thought 1 took, to (hun, 
 Has thrown me on my Fate — Thefe dy'd together , 
 Happy in Ruin ! undivorc'd by Death ! 
 Or ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is Peace—— 
 Narciffa ! Pity bleeds at Thought of Thee. 
 Yet Thou waft only near me ^ not my f elf. 
 Survive myfelf ? That cures all other Woe. 
 Narciffa lives 5 Philander is forgot. 
 O the foft GorQmerce ! O the tender Tyes, 
 Clofe-twifted with the Fibres of the Heart ! 
 Which broken, break them \ and drain off the Soul 
 Of Human Joy ^ and make it Pain to Live — 
 And is it then to Live } vAi^v\fuch Friends ,part, 
 'Tis the Survivor dies-*— My. Heart ! no more. : 
 
 FINIS. 

 
 THE 
 
 CO MPLAINT: 
 
 O R, 
 
 O N 
 
 Life, DeatHj and Immortality, 
 
 [ Price One Shilling and Six-pence. ]
 
 NIGHT THE SIXTH. 
 
 THE 
 
 INFIDEL Reclaim d. 
 
 IN TWO PARTS. 
 CONTAINING, 
 
 The Nature, Proof, /^WImportancf 
 
 O F 
 
 IMMORTALITY. 
 
 »■ » - ■ 
 
 PART THE FIRST. 
 
 Where, among other things, Glory, and Riches, 
 are particularly confider'd. 
 
 Humbly Infcrib'd to the Right Honourable 
 
 HENRT PELHAM, 
 
 Firft Lord Commissioner of theTREAsuRY, and 
 Chancellor of the Exchequer. 
 
 LONDON: 
 Piinted for R. Dodsley, at Tully's Head in Pall-malU 1744,
 
 :t t. t '' 
 
 It 1 
 
 I II 
 
 'T
 
 THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 ETV Ages have been deeper in difpute about 
 Religion^ than this. 'J he Difpi4te ahout Re- 
 ligion^ and the PraBice of ii^ Jtldorn go to- 
 
 ' gether. 7 he jhorter^ therefore^ the Difpute., 
 the better. 1 think it may be reduced to this fngle 
 ^eftion^ Is Man Immortal, or is he not ? If he 
 is not^ all our Difpute s are mere Amufements., or Trials 
 of Skill. Truth, Reafon, Religion, which give our 
 Difcourfes fuch Pomp^ and Solemnity^ are {as zvi/l be 
 Jhown) mere empty Sounds^ without any Meaning in 
 them. But if Man is Immortal^ it will behove him to 
 be very fcrious about eternal Confequences ; or in other 
 Words ^ to be truly Religious. And this great fun da- 
 tnental Truth .^ uneftabliflf d^or unawakerf d in the Minds 
 of Men ^ is^ I conceive .^ the real Source^ and Support of 
 all our Infidelity j how remote foever the particular 
 ObjeSiions advanc'^dy may feem to be from it. 
 
 Sen fib 
 
 ie
 
 iv The P R E F A C E. 
 
 Senfible Appearances affeti mofl Men much more 
 than abftradl Reafonings ; and zve daily fee Bodies 
 drop around us^ but the Soul is invljibk. I'he Power 
 which Inclination has over the Judgment, is greater 
 than can be well conceived by thofe^ that have ?2ot had 
 an Experience of it\ afidofwhat Numbers is it the fad 
 Inter eft ^ that Souls jjjould not furvive ? The Heathen 
 World confefs'^d^ that they rather hop^d^ than firmly 
 believed Immortality ^ and how many Heathens have 
 we ft Hi amongst us .^ The ficred Page ajjures us, that 
 Life and Immortality is brought to light by the Go f pel: 
 But by how many is the G of pel rejcBed^ or overlook'' d^ 
 From thefe Conf derations, and from my being, acciden- 
 ial'y^ privy to the Sentiments of fame particular Per- 
 fonSj I have been long per/uaded that ?no/i, if not 
 ally our Infidels [whatever Name they take, and what- 
 ever Scheme for Argument'' s Sake^ and to keep them- 
 felves in countenance, they patronize) are fupported in 
 thiir deplorable Error ^ by fome doubt of their Im- 
 mortality, at the bottom. And I am fatisfed that 
 Men once thoroughly convinced of their Immortaliiy^ 
 are 7iot far from being Chriftians, For it is hard to 
 conceive that a Man fully confcious, eternal Pain 
 or Happinefs will certainly be his Lot, jlzould not 
 earneflly, and impartially, enquire after the fureft 
 means of efcaping One y and fecuring the Other, And 
 offuch an earnejl, and impartial Enquiry ^ luell know 
 
 the Confequencc. 
 
 HerCy
 
 The P R E F AjC E. v 
 
 Here therefore^ in proof of this moft Fundamental 
 Truth, fome plain Arguments are offeid ; Arguments 
 derived from Principles which Infidels admit in com- 
 mon with Believers ; Arguments, which appear tome 
 altogether Irrefiftable : And fuch as lam fatisfied, 
 will have 9reat weight with all, who gwe themf elves 
 the fmall trouble of looking feriously into their own 
 bofoms, and ofobferving, with any tolerable degree of 
 Attention, what daily pajfes, round about them, in the 
 JForld Iffome Arguments Jhall, Vii^xt, occur, whicb 
 Others have declined, they are fubmitted with all de- 
 ferenceto better Judgments in this, of all Points the 
 moft important. For, as to the being of a God, that is 
 nolomer di/puted ; but it is undifputed, for this rea- 
 fan onely, viz. Becaufe where the leaft Pretence to rea- 
 fon is admitted, it mull for ever be Indifputahe^And 
 of conlequence no man can be betrayed into a_ Difpute 
 of that nature by Vanity ; which has a principal jhare 
 in animating our modern Combatants agai^ft other 
 Articles of our Belief. 
 
 K! T n H T
 
 
 NIGHT THE SIXTH. 
 
 THE 
 
 INFIDEL Reclaim'd. 
 
 HE* (for I know not yet her Name in Heaven) 
 Not early, like Narcijfa^ left the Scene j 
 Nor fudden, like Philander, What avail ? 
 This feeming Mitigation but inflames ; 
 This fancy'd Medicine heightens the Difeafe. 
 The longer known, the clofer ftill fhe grew 5 
 And gradual Parting is a gradual Death. 
 'Tis the grim Tyrant's Engine, which extorts 
 By tardy Preflure's ftill-increafing Weight, 
 From hardeft Hearts, confeffion of Diftrefs. 
 
 O the long dark Approach thro' Years of Pain, 
 Death's Gallery ! (might I dare to call it fo) 
 With difmal Doubt y and fable Terror ^ hung ; 
 
 B 
 
 Refering to Night the Fifth. 
 
 Sick
 
 ( ^ 3 
 
 Sick Hopes, pale Lamp, its only glimmering Ray : 
 
 There, Fate my melancholy Walk ordain'd. 
 
 Forbid Self-love itfelf to flatter, There. 
 
 How oft I gaz'd prophetically fad ? 
 
 How oft I faw her dead while yet in fmiles ? 
 
 In fmiles ihe funk her Grief, to lefflen mine. 
 
 She fpoke me Comfort, and increas'd my Pain. 
 
 Like powerful Armies trenching at a Town, 
 
 By flow, and filent, but refifl:lefs Sap, 
 
 In his pale Progrefs gently gaining ground, 
 
 Death urg'd his deadly fiege : In fpite of Art, 
 
 Of all the balmy Bleflings Nature lends 
 
 To fuccour frail Humanity. Ye Stars ! 
 
 (Not now frji made familiar to my fight) 
 
 And thou O Moon ! bear witnefs ; many a Night 
 
 He tore the Pillow from beneath my Head, 
 
 Ty'd down my fore Attention to the Shock, 
 
 By ceafelefs Depredations on a Life, 
 
 Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful Poft: 
 
 Of Obfervation ! darker every Hour ! 
 
 Lefs
 
 ( 5 ) 
 Lefs dread the Day that drove me to the brliik, 
 And pointed at Eternity below, 
 WliQn my Soul fhudder'd at Futurity, 
 When, on a Moment's point, th' important Die 
 Of Life and Death, fpun doubtful, e'er it fell, 
 And turn'd up Life ; my Title to more Woe. 
 
 But why more Woe ? more Comfort let it be. 
 Nothing is dead, but t^at which wilh'd to dye ; 
 Nothing is dead, but Wretchednefs and Pain. 
 Nothing is dead, but what encumber'd, gall'd, 
 Block'd up the Pafs, and barr'd from rea/ Life. 
 Where dwells that Wifh moft ardent of the Wife ? 
 Poo dark the Sun to fee it ^ higheft Stars 
 Poo low to reach it ; Death, great Death alone, 
 3'er Stars and Sun, triumphant, lands us There. 
 
 Nor dreadful our I'ranfition j tho' the Mind, 
 ^n Artift at creating felf-alarms, 
 ^ich in Expedients for Inquietude, 
 s prone to paint it dreadful. Who can take 
 le<ith\ Portrait true } the Tyrant nt\Qxfate. 
 
 B 2 Our
 
 ( 4 ) 
 Our Sketch, all random Strokes, Conje61ure all j 
 
 Clofe fhuts the Grave, nor tells one fingle Tale. 
 Deaths and his Image rifing in the Brain 
 Bear faint refemblance j never are alike , 
 Fear fhakes the Pencil, Fancy loves Excels, 
 Dark Ignorance is lavifli of her Shades , 
 And l^hefe the formidable Picture draw. 
 
 But grant the Worft ^ 'tis paft j new profpe(9:s rifej 
 And drop a Veil eternal o'er her Tomb. 
 Far other Views our Contemplation claim, 
 Views that o'erpay the Rigours of our Life 5 
 Views that fufpend our Agonies in Death. 
 Wrapt in the Thought of Immortality ^ 
 Wrapt in the fingle, the triumphant Thought ! 
 Long Life might lapfe. Age unperceiv'd come on 5 
 And find the Soul unfated with her Theme. 
 Its Nature^ Proofs Importance^ fire my Song. - 
 O that my Song could emulate my Soul ! 
 Like her Immortal. No, — the Soul difdains 
 
 % A
 
 ( 5 ) 
 A Mark fo mean ; far nobler Hope inflames ; 
 If endlefs Ages can outweigh an Hour, 
 Let not the Laurel, but the Pa/»^ infpire. 
 Thy Nature, Immortality ! who knows ? 
 And yet who knows it not ? It is but Life 
 In ftronger Thread of brighter Colour fpun. 
 And fpun for ever ; Dipt by cruel Fate 
 In Stygiau Die, how B/ack, how Brittle here ? 
 
 How (hort our Correfpondence with the Sun ? 
 And whileitlafts,Inglorbus! Our beft deeds. 
 
 How wanting in their Weight ? Or higheft Joys. 
 
 Small Cordials to fupport us in our Pain, 
 
 And give us Strength to fufFer. But how Great, 
 
 To mingle Interefts, Converfe, Amities, 
 
 With all the Sons of Rcafon, fcatter'd wide 
 
 Through habitable Space, wherever born, 
 
 Howe'er endow'd ? To live free Citizens 
 
 Of unlverfal Nature ? To lay hold 
 
 By more than feeble Faith on the Supreme? 
 
 To call Heaven's rich unfathomable Mines, 
 
 (Mines
 
 { 6 
 
 (Mines, vvl,id. fupport Arch-Angels i„ their State) 
 
 Our own? To rife in Science, as in Blifs, 
 
 Initiate ,n the Secrets of the Skies ? 
 
 To read Creation ; read its mighty PJan 
 
 In the bare Bofom of the Deity? 
 
 The Plan, and Execution, to collate ? 
 
 To ^e, before each Glance of piercing Thought. 
 
 All Cloud, all Shadow blown remote ; and leave 
 
 No Myftery-....but that of Love Divine, 
 
 Which lifts us ow the Seraph's flaming Wine, 
 
 From Earth's ^ce/da>,^a, this Field of Blood"' 
 
 Of inward Anguifli, and of outward 111, 
 
 From Darknefs, and from Dull, to/J a Scene > 
 
 Love's Element J true Joy's .lluftrious Home ' 
 
 From Earth's fad Contrail (now deplor'd) more fair. 
 
 What exquiiite Viciffitude of Fate ? 
 
 Bleft Abfolution of our blackeft Hour .' 
 
 Lon.zo / thefe areThoughts that make man Man, 
 The Wife illumine, aggrandize the Great. 
 
 How
 
 ( 7 ) 
 How Great (while yet we tread the kindred Clod, 
 
 And ev'ry Moment fear to fink beneath 
 The Clod we tread ; foon trodden by our Sons.) 
 How Great, in the wild Whirl of Timers purfuits 
 To flop, and paufe, involv'd in high Prefage, 
 Through the long Vifto of a thoufand Years, 
 To ftand contemplating our diftant Selves, 
 As in a magnifying Mirror feen, 
 Enlarg'd, Ennobl'd, Elevate, Divine? 
 To prophefy our own Futurities? 
 To gaze in Thought on what all Thought tranfcends ? 
 To talk, with Fellow-Candidates, of Joys 
 As far beyond Conception, as Defert, 
 Ourfelves the aftonifh'd Talkers, and the Tale ! 
 Lorenzo^ fwells thy Bofom at the Thought ? 
 The Swell becomes thee : 'tis an honeft Pride. 
 
 Revere thyfelf ; and yet thyfelf defpife. 
 
 His Nature no man can o'er-rate j and none 
 Can under-rate his Merit. Take good heed. 
 Nor there be Modeft, where thou fbould'ft be Proud ^ 
 
 That,
 
 ( 8 ) 
 That, almoft univerfal Error, fhun. 
 Yiow juft our Pride, when we behold thofe Heights! 
 Not thofe Ambition paints in Air, but thofe 
 Reafon points out, and ardent Virtue gains \ 
 And Angels emulate ; our Pride how juft ! 
 When mount we ? when thefe Shackles caft ? when 
 This Cell of the Creation ? this fmall Neft, ^^^^ 
 Stuck in a Corner of the Univerfe, 
 Wrapt up in fleecy Cloud, and fine-fpun Air ? 
 Fine-fpun toSenfej but grols and feculent 
 To Souls celeftial ^ Souls ordain'd to breath 
 Ambrofial Gales 5 and drink a purer Sky j 
 Greatly triumphant on I'imeh farther Shore, 
 Where Virtue reigns, enrich'd with full Arrears 5 
 While Pomp Imperial begs an Alms of Peace. 
 
 In Empire high, or in proud Science deep, 
 Ye born of Earth ! on what can you confer. 
 With half the Dignity, with half the Gain, 
 The Gufl", the Glow of Rational Delight, 
 As on this Theme, which Angels praife, and fhare ? 
 
 Man's
 
 ( 9 ) 
 
 Man's Fates, and Favours are a Theme In Heaven. 
 
 What wretched Repetition cloys us here ^ 
 What periodic Potions for the Sick ? 
 Diftemper'd Bodies ! and diftemper'd Minds ! 
 In an Eternity^ what Scenes fhall ftrike ? 
 Adventures thicken ? Novelties furprize ? 
 What Webs of Wonder (hall unravel, there P 
 What full Day pour on all the Paths of Heaven, 
 And light th'Almighty's Footfteps in the Deep ? 
 How Ihall the blefled Day of our Difcharge 
 Unwind, at once, the Labyrinths of Fate, 
 And ftraiten its inextricable Maze? 
 
 If inextinguifhable Thirft in Man 
 To know J how rich, how full our Banquet Here p 
 Mere J not the Moral World alone unfolds , 
 The World Material lately feen in Shades, 
 And in thofe Shades, by Fragments, only feen, 
 And feen thofe Fragments by the labom'ing Eye, 
 Unbroken, now, illuftrious, and entire. 
 Its ample Sphere, its univerfal Frame, 
 
 C In
 
 ( lo ) 
 In full Dimenfions, fwells to the Survey ; 
 
 And enters, at one Glance, the raviflit Sight. 
 
 From fome fuperior Point (where^ who can tell ? 
 
 Suffice it, 'tis a Point where Gods refide) 
 
 How (hall the ftranger Man's illumin'd Eye, 
 
 In the vaft Ocean of unbounded Space, 
 
 Behold an Infinite of floating Worlds 
 
 Divide the Cryftal Waves of Ether pure. 
 
 In endlefs Voyage, without Port ? The leafl 
 
 Of thefe difleminated Orbs, how Great ? 
 
 Great as they are, what Numbers Thefe furpafs 
 
 Huge, as Leviathan^ to that fmall Race, 
 
 Thofe twinkling Multitudes of little Life, 
 
 He fwallows unperceiv'd ? Stupendous Thefe ! 
 Yet what are thefe Stupendous to the Whole f 
 
 As Particles, as Atoms ill-perceiv'd ; 
 
 As circulating Globules in our Veins; 
 
 So vafl the Plan : Fecundity Divine ! 
 
 Exuberant Source! perhaps, I wrong thee flill. 
 
 If
 
 C II ) 
 
 If Admiration is a Source of Joy, 
 What Tranfport, hence ? Yet this the Leaft in Heaven. 
 What TM to that illuftrious Robe He wears, 
 Who toft this Mafs of Wonders from his Hand, 
 A Specimen, an Earneft of his Power ? 
 Tis, to that Glory, whence all Glory flows. 
 As the Mead's meaneft Flowret to the Sun, 
 Which gave it Birth. But what, this Sun of Heaven ^ 
 This Blifs fupreme of the fupremely Bleft } 
 Death, only Death, the Queftion can refolvc. 
 By Death, cheap-bought the Ideas of our Joy j 
 The bare Ideas ! Solid Happinefs 
 So diftant from its (hadow chac'd below. 
 
 And chace we flill the Phantom thro' the Fire, 
 O'er Bog, and Brake, and Precipice, till Death } 
 And toil we ftill for fublunary Pay } 
 Defy the Dangers of the Field, and Flood, 
 Or, fpider-like, fpin out our precious All, 
 Our more than Vitals fpin (if no regard 
 To great Futurity) in curious Webs 
 
 C 2 Of
 
 ( li ) 
 
 Of fabtle Thought, and exquifite Defign ; 
 
 (Fine Net-work of the Brain ! ) to catch a Fly ? 
 The momentary Buz of vain Renown ! 
 A Name, a mortal Immortality. 
 
 Or (meaner ftill !} inftead of grafping Air, 
 For fordid Lucre plunge we in the Mire ?-' ' 
 Drudge, fweat, thro' every fhame, for every Gain, 
 For vile contaminating Trafh, throw up 
 Our Flope in Heaven, our Dignity with Man ? 
 And deify the Dirt, matur'd to Gold ? 
 Ambition^ Avarice ! the two Uosmons^ thefe 
 Which goad thro' every Slough our Human Herd, 
 Hard-travel'd from the Cradle to the Grave. 
 How low the Wretches ftoop ? how fteep they climb ? 
 Thefe Damons burn Mankind j but moft pofieft 
 Lorenzo's Bofom, and turn out the Skies. 
 
 Is it in ^me to hide Eternity P 
 And why not in an Atom on the Shore, ^U 
 
 To cover Ocean ? or, a Mote, the Sun ? 
 G/oryy and IFealth ! have They this blinding Pow'r } 
 
 What,
 
 ( 13 ) 
 What, if to 7hem^ I prove Lorenzo blind ? 
 
 Would it fuprize Thee ? Be thou then furpriz'd j 
 Thou neither know 'ft : Their Nature learn from me. 
 
 Mark well, as foreign as Thefe SuhjeBs feem, 
 What clofe Conne£lion ties them to my Theme. 
 Fir ft, what is 'True Ambition ? The Purfuit 
 Of Glory, nothing lefs than Man can ftiare. 
 Were they as Vain, as gaudy-minded Man, 
 As flatulent with Fumes of felf-applaufe. 
 Their Arts, and Conquefts, Animals might boaft. 
 And claim their Laurel Crowns, as well as We, 
 But not Celeftial. Here we ftand alone, 
 As in our Form, diftin^t, pre-eminent ; 
 If prone in Thought, our Stature is our Shame, 
 And Man ftiould blulh, his Forehead meets the Skies. 
 The Vijible and Prefent ! are for Brutes, 
 A flender Portion ! and a narrow Bound ! 
 Thefe, Reafon^ with an Energy divine, - 
 
 O'erleaps ; and claims the Future ^ and Unfeen j 
 The Vaft Unfeen ! the Future fathomlefs ! 
 
 When
 
 ( 14 ) 
 When the great Soul buoys up to this high Point, 
 Leaving grofs Natures Sediment below, 
 Then, and then only, Adatn's Offspring quits 
 The Sage and Heroe, of the Fields and Woods, 
 Aflerts his Rank, and rifes into Man. 
 ^his is Ambition ; This is Human Fire. 
 
 Can PartSy or Place (two bold Pretenders ! ) make 
 Lorenzo Great, and pluck him from the Throng ? 
 
 Genius and Arty Ambition's boafted Wings, 
 Our Boaft but ill deferve. A feeble Aid ! 
 D^ da Han Enginery ! If Thefe alone, 
 Affift our Flight, Fame\ Flight is Glorfs Fall. 
 Heart-merit wanting, mount we ne'er fo high, 
 Our Height is but the Gibbet of our Name. 
 A celebrated Wretch when I behold. 
 When I behold a Genius bright, and bafe. 
 Of towering Talents, and terreftrial Aims 5 
 Methinks I fee, as thrown from her high Sphere, 
 The glorious Fragments of a Soul Immortal, 
 With Rubbifli mixt, and glittering in the Duft. 
 
 Struck
 
 ( IS ) 
 Struck at the fpkndid, melancholy Sight, 
 
 At once Compaffion foft, and Envy rife-. 
 But wherefore Envy ? Talents Angel-bright, - 
 If wanting Worth, are fhining Inftruments 
 In falfe Ambition's Hand, to finifh Faults 
 Illuftrious, and give Infamy renown. ^ 
 
 Great /// is an Atchievement of great Pm-rs, 
 Plain Senfe but rarely leads us far aftray. 
 Reafon the Means, uiffeSfions chufe our End j 
 
 Means have no Merit, if our End amifs. 
 
 If wrong our Hearts, our Heads are right in vain j 
 
 What is a Pelham\ Head, to Pelhamh Heart ? ' 
 
 Hearts are Proprietors of all Applaufe. 
 
 Right Ends, <7«^ Means, make Wifdom: Worldly-wife 
 
 Is but half-witted, at its higheft Praife. 
 
 Let Genius then defpair to make thee Great ; 
 
 Nor flatter Station: What is Station high? 
 
 'Tis aproud Mendicant j It boafts, and begs j 
 
 It begs an Alms of Homage from the Throng, 
 
 And oft the Throng denies its Charity. 
 
 Monarchs
 
 ( i6 ) 
 Monarchs, and Minifters, are awful Names ; 
 Whoever wear them, challenge our Devoir. 
 Religion, publick Order, Both exaft 
 External liom2iop, and a fupple Knee, 
 To Beings pompoufly fet up, to ferve 
 The meaneft Slave ; all more is Merit's due ; 
 Her facred, and inviolable Right, 
 Nor ever paid the Monarch, but the Man. 
 Our Hearts ne'er bow but to fuperior Worth ; 
 
 Nor ever fail of their Allegiance there. 
 
 Fools, indeed, drop the Man in their Account, 
 
 And vote the Mantle into MajeRy. 
 
 Let the fmall Savage boaft his Silver Fur ; 
 
 His royal Robe unborrow'd, and unbought. 
 
 His own, defcending fairly from his Sires. 
 
 Shall Man be proud to wear his Livery, 
 
 And Souls in Ermin fcorn a Soul without ? 
 
 Can Place or leffen us, or aggrandize ? 
 
 Pygmies are Pygmies ftiU, tho' percht on Alps, 
 
 And Py;amids are Pyramids in Vales. 
 
 Each
 
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 Each Man makes his own Stature, builds himfelf : 
 
 Virtue alone out-builds the Pyramids ; 
 
 Her Monuments fhall laft, when Egypt^s fall. 
 
 Of thefe fure Truths doft Thou demand the Caufe ? 
 The Caufe is lodg'd in Immortality, 
 Hear, and aflent. Thy bofbm burns for Pow'r j 
 What Station charms thee ? I'll inftall thee there ; 
 'Tis thine. And art thou Greater than before } 
 Then thou before waft fomething lefs than Man, 
 Has thy new Poft betray 'd thee into Pride } 
 That treacherous Pride betrays thy Dignity ; 
 That Pride defames Humanity, and calls 
 The Being mean, which fiaffsy ox firings can raife. 
 That Pride, like hooded Hav/ks, in darknefs foars," 
 From Blindnefs bold, and towring to the skies. 
 'Tis born of hnorance,. which knows not Man 
 An Ansel's Second ; nor his Second long. 
 A Nero quitting his Imperial Throne, 
 And courting Glory from the tinkling String, 
 But faintly (hadows an Immortal foul, 
 
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 With Empire's felf, to Pride, or Rapture, fir'd. 
 
 IF nobler Motives mini^ler ho tiire^jjjo oaolp. aujkiv 
 Even Vanity forbids thee to be Vain. -^onol/ -z^K 
 ^ High Worth is elevated Place : 'tis more^dj iO 
 It makes the Foil Hand Candidate for Thee 5 
 Makes more than Monarchs^ makes an Hpneft man ;-: 
 Tho' no Exchequer it- commands, 'tis Wealth 5 ; 
 And tho' it wears no Ribbon ^ 'tis Renown j i^uij t.T^ 
 Renown, that would not quit thee tho' difgrac'cJjsHT 
 Nor leave thee pendant on a Mafter's Smile, dj ^sH 
 Other Ambition Nature interdicts j !T 
 
 Nature proclaims it moft abfurd in Man, T 
 
 By pointing at his Origin, and End; i 
 
 Milk, and a Swathe, at firfl^ his whole Demand, iT 
 His whole Domain, at la/ly a Turf, or Stone, 
 To whom, between J a World may feem too fmall. 
 
 Souls truly great dart forward on the wing ~ A qA 
 Of juft Ambition, to the grand Refult, \\u-<^ OiVi/l K 
 The Curtain's Fall ; there ^ fee the buikin'd Chief A. 
 Unlhod behind this momentary Scene 5 
 
 Reduc'd
 
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 Reduc'd to his own Stature, Low or High, 
 
 As Vice, or Virtue finks him, or fublimes j 
 
 And laugh at this fantaftic Mummery, 
 
 This antic Prelude of grotefque Events, 
 
 Where Dwarfs are often ftilted, and betray 
 
 A Littlenefs of foul by Worlds o'er-run. 
 
 And Nations laid in blood. Dread facrifice ,^ 
 
 To Chriftian Pride ! which had with horror (hockt '^ 
 
 The darkeft Pagans, ofFer'd to their Gods. 
 
 O Thou moft Chriftian Enemy to Peace ! 
 Again in Arms? again provoking Fate? 
 That Prince, and that alone, is truly Great, 
 Who draws the Sword reluctant, gladly Iheaths; ''^ 
 On Empire builds what Empire far outweighs. 
 And makes his Throne a Scaffold to the skies. 
 
 Why this fo rare ? Becaufe forgot of all 
 The day of Death ; that venerable Day, 
 Which fits as Judge ; that Day which fhall pronounce 
 On all our Days, abfolve them, or condemn. 
 'Lorenzo ! never Ihut thy Thought againil. it; { oi' 
 
 Da Be
 
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 Be Levees ne'er fo full, afford it room, 
 
 And give it Audience in the Cabinet, 
 
 That Friend confulted, Flatteries apart. 
 
 Will tell thee fair, if Thou art Great, or Mean. 
 
 To doat on aught may leave us, or be left. 
 
 Is that Ambition P Then let Flames defcend^ 
 
 Point to the Center their inverted fpires. 
 
 And learn Humiliation from a foul 
 
 Which boafts her Lineage from Celeftial fire. 
 
 Yet l['hefe are they, the world pronounces Wife. 
 
 The world, which cancels Nature's Right, and Wrong, 
 
 And cafts new Wifdom : Even the Grave man lends 
 
 His folemn face, to countenance the Coin. 
 
 Wifdom for Parts is Madnefs for the Whole. 
 
 This ftamps the Paradox, and gives us leave 
 
 To call the Wifeft weak, the Richeft poor. 
 
 The moft Ambitious, Unambitious, Mean j 
 
 In Triumph, mean 5 and abje6l on a Throne. 
 
 Nothing can make it lefs than Mad in man^, 
 
 To put forth all his Ardor^ all his Art,, 
 
 And
 
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 And give his foul her full unbounded Flight, 
 But reaching ///>», who gave her wings to fly. 
 When blind Ambition quite miftakes her Road, 
 And downward pores, for that which (hines above, 
 Subftantial Happinefs, and true Renown ; 
 Then, like an Idiot gazing on the Brook, 
 We leap at Stars, and fallen in the Mud ; 
 At Glory grafp, and fink in Infamy. 
 
 Ambition I powerful fource of Good and 111 ! 
 Thy ftrength in Man, like length of wing in Birds, 
 When difengag'd from Earth, with greater Eafe 
 And fwifter Flight, tranfports us to the Ikies : 
 By Toys entangled, or in Guilt bemir'd, 
 It turns a Curfe ; it is our Chain, and Scourge, 
 In this dark Dungeon, where confined we lie, 
 Clofe-grated by fordid Bars of Sen/e $ 
 All profpe6l of Eternity (hut out y 
 And, but for Execution, ne'er fet Free. 
 
 With error in Ambition juftly charg'd, 
 Find we Lorenzo wifer in his Wealth P 
 
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 What if thy Rental I reform ? and draw 
 
 An Inventory new to fet thee right ? J 
 
 Where, thy true Treafure ? Gold fays, "not in me,'' 
 
 And, " not in me,'' the Diamond. Gold is poor 5 
 
 India\ infolyent ; Seek it in Thyfelf ; 
 
 Seek in thy naked Self, and find it There. 
 
 In Being fo Defcended, Form'd, Endowed ; 
 
 Sky-born, sky-guided, sky-returning Race ! 
 
 Erea, Immortal, Rational, Divine ! 
 
 In Senfes, which inherit Earth, and Heavens j 
 
 Enjoy the various riches Nature yields ; 
 
 Far nobler ! give the riches they enjoy 5 
 
 Give taft to Fruits j and harmony to Groves ; 
 
 Their radiant beams to Gold, and Gold's bright Sire ; 
 
 Take in, at once, the Landfcape of the world. 
 
 At a fmall Inlet, which a Grain might clofe, 
 
 And half create the wonderous World, they fee. 
 
 Our Senfes^ as our Reafon^ are Divine. 
 
 But for the magic Organ's powerful charm. 
 
 Earth were a rude, uncolour'd Chaos ftill. 
 
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 OhjeBs are but the Occafion j Ours th' Exploit ; 
 
 Ours is the Cloth, the Pencil, and the Paint, 
 
 Which Nature's admirable Pictures draws j 
 
 And beautifies Creation's ample Dome. 
 
 Like MiIton\ Eve^ when gazing on the Lake, 
 
 Man makes the matchlefs Image, man admires. 
 
 Say then, Ihall man, his Thoughts all fent abroad, 
 
 Superior wonders in Himfelf forgot. 
 
 His Admiration waft on objedis round. 
 
 When Heaven makes Him the foul of all he fees ? 
 
 Abfurd ! not Rare ! fo Great, fo Mean, is man. 
 
 What Wealth in Senfes fuch as Thefe ? what Wealth 
 In Fancy ^ fir'd to form a fairer fcene 
 Than Senfe furvcys ? In Memory^ firm Record^ ■ A 
 Which, ihould it perifli, could this world recall. 
 From the dark ihadows of o'erwhelming Years P.bloB 
 In colours frefh, originally bright 
 Prefer ve its Portrait, and report its Fate ? 
 What Wealth in Intellect, that fovereign Power ! 
 W^iQh SenfCy and Fancy y fujnmons to the bar 5 '.-•>'' 
 
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 Interrogates, approves, or reprehends ; 
 
 And from the Mafs thofe Underlings import. 
 
 From their Materials fifted, and refin'd, 
 
 And in 'Truth'*s ballance accurately weigh'd. 
 
 Forms Art^ and Science^ Government^ and haw ; 
 
 The folid Bafis, and the beauteous Frame, 
 
 The Vitals, and the Grace of civil life ? 
 
 And Manners (fad Exception ! ) fet afide, 
 
 Strikes out, with mafter-hand, a Copy fair 
 
 Of His Idea, whofe indulgent Thought 
 
 Long, long, 'ere Chaos teem'd, plan'd human Bliis. 
 
 What Wealth in fouls that foar, dive, range around, 
 Difdaining limit, or from Place, or Time, 
 And hear at once, in thought extenfive, hear 
 The almighty Fiat^ and the Irumpefs found f 
 Bold, on Creation's Outfide walk, and view 
 What was, and is, and more than e'er ihall be 5 
 Commanding, with omnipotence of Thought, 
 Creations new, in Fancy's field to rife ? 
 Souls, that can grafp whatever the Almighty made. 
 
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 And wander wild, through Things impoffible ! 
 
 What fFea/iA, in Facu/des of endlefs growth, 
 
 In quenchlefs Pa^o»s violent to crave. 
 In Liberty to chufe, in Power to reach. 
 And in Duralion (how thy Riches rife ?) 
 
 Duration to perpetuate boundlefs Blifs ? 
 
 A(k you, what Power refides in feeble Man 
 That Blifs to gain ? Is r/ri«e\ then, unknown ? 
 Virtue, our prefent Peace, our future Prize. 
 Vlan's unprecarious, natural Eftate, 
 mproveable at will, in Virtue, lies j 
 ts Tenure fure ; its Income is Divine. 
 
 High-built Abundance, heap on heap? for what? 
 o breed new wants, and beggar us the more j 
 Vn, make a richer Scramble for the Throng ? 
 3on as this feeble Pulfe, which leaps fo long ' 
 Imoft by Miracle, is tir'd with play, 
 ke Rubbift, from difploding Engines thrown, 
 ar Magazines of hoarded Trifles fly ; 
 y diverfe ; fly to Foreigners, to Foes ; 
 
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 Kew mafters court, and call the former Fool, 
 >How juftly ?) for dependet.ce on thar Stay. 
 Widefcatter, firft, cur Play-things, then, ourDuft. 
 
 Doa court Abundance for the fake of Peace ? 
 Learn, and lament, thy felf-defeated Scheme : 
 Riches enable to be richer ftiH ; 
 And, Richer fiiH, what Mortal can ref.ft ? 
 Thus Wealth, (a cruel Tafk-mafter !) enjoins 
 New toils, fucceeding toils, an endlefs Tram ! 
 And murders Peace, which taught it firft to (hme. 
 The Poor are half 2^ wretched, as the Rich ; 
 Whofe proud, and painful Privilege it is, /i ^ 
 
 At once, to bear a double load «f Woe ; ^^ 
 
 To feel the ftings of envy, and of want, 
 Outragious want ! both Indies cannot cure. 
 
 A Competence is vital to Content. 
 Much weakh is Corpulence, if not Difeafe 5 
 Sick, or encumber'd, is our Happinefs. 
 A Competence is all we c^n enjoy. ' 
 O be content, where Heaven can give no more ! a 
 
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 More, like a Flafh of water from a Lock^-io /il 
 Quickens our fpirit's movement for a Hour, 
 But foon its force is fpent, nor rife our Joys, 
 Above our native Temper's common ftream. 
 Hence Difappointment lurks in ev'ry prize, 
 As Bees in flowers j and flings us with Succefs. 
 
 ' The Rich man, who denies it, proudly feigns ^ 
 Nor knows the Wife are privy to the Lie. i^ 
 
 Much Learning ftiows how Little mortals know j 
 Much Wealth, how Little worldings can enjoy : 
 Atbeft, it baby s us with endlefs Toys, 
 And keeps us Chilcij-en till we drop to Duft. 
 As Monkies at a mirror (land amaz'd. 
 They fail to find, what they fo plainly fee; 
 Thus Men, in ihining Riches, fee the Face 
 Of Happinefs, nor know it is a Shade \ 
 But gaze, and touch, and peep, and peep again, 
 And wi(h, and wonder it is abfent ilill. 
 
 How Few can refcue Opulence from want ? 
 Who lives to Nature^ rarely can be Poor ; 
 
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 Who lives to Fancy ^ never can be Rich. 
 
 Poor is the man in Debt ; the man of Gold 
 
 In debt to Fortune^ trembles at her Pow'r. 
 
 The man of Reafon fmiles at Her, and Death. 
 
 O what a Patrimony, This ? A Being 
 
 Of fuch inherent Strength and Majefty, 
 
 Not Worlds pofleft can raife it ; Worlds deftroy'd 
 Can't injure \ which holds on its glorious courfe. 
 
 When thine, O Nature ! ends ; Too bleft to mourn 
 Creation's Obfequies. What Treafure, T/6/j f 
 The Monarch is a Beggar to the Man. 
 
 Immortal ! Ages paft, yet nothing gone I 
 Morn without Eve ! A Race without a Goal ? 
 Unfhortned by progreflion Infinite ! 
 
 Futurity for ever future ! Life 
 , Beginning ftill, where Computation ends ! 
 
 ' Tis the Defcription of a Deity ! 
 
 Tis the Defcription of the meaneft Slave : " 
 
 T he meaneft Slave, dares then, JLorenzo^ fcorn ? 
 
 The meaneft Slave ihy fovereign Glory ftiares. 
 
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 Proud Youth ! Faftidious of the lower world ! 
 
 Man's lawful Pride includes Humility. 
 
 Stoops to the loweft ; is too great to find 
 
 Inferiors j all Immortal ! .Brothers all ! 
 
 Proprietors Eternal of thy Love. 
 
 Immortal ! What can ftrike the fetjfe fo ftrong. 
 
 As This th^foul ^ It thunders to the Thought ; 
 
 Reafon amazes 5 Gratitude o'erwhelms ; 
 
 No more we flumber on the brink of Fate 5 
 
 Rous'd, at the found, th' exulting Soul afcends, 
 
 And breaths her native Air ; an Air that feeds 
 
 Ambition's high, and fans Etherial fires ; 
 
 Quick-kindles All that is Divine within us ; 
 
 Nor leaves one loiterino- thought beneath the Stars. 
 Has not Lorenzo^ bofom caught the Flame ? 
 
 Immortal ! Was but One Immortal, how 
 
 Would Others envy ? How would Thrones adore ? 
 Becaufe 'tis common, is the Bleiling loft } 
 
 How this ties up the bounteous hand of Heaven ? 
 
 O vain, vain, vain! all elfe ; Eternity! 
 
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 A glorious, and a rieedful Refuge, that 
 
 From vile Imprilbnment in abjeft views. 
 
 'Tis Immortality^ 'tis that alone, 
 
 Amid life's painSy abafements^ emptinefs^ 
 
 The foul can comfort ^ elevate^ and fill. 
 
 That only, and that amply. This performs ; 
 
 Lifts us above life's Pains, her Joys above ; 
 
 Their Terror thofe \ and thefe their Luftre lofe \ :\ 
 
 Kternity depending covers all ; 
 
 Eternity depending all atchieves ; 
 
 Sets Earth at diftance, cafts her into fhades ^ 
 
 Blends her Diftin£lions ; abrogates her Pow'rs j 
 
 The Lov/, the Lofty, Joyous, and Severe, 
 
 Fortune's dread Frowns, and fafcinating Smiles, 
 
 Make one promifcuous, and negle(9:ed Heap, 
 
 The man beneath ; if I may call him Man, 
 
 Whom Immortality^ full Force infpires. 
 
 Nothing Terrellrial touches his hiah Thouo-ht ; 
 
 Suns diine unfeen, and Thunders roll unheard. 
 
 By minds quite confcious of their high Defcent, 
 
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 Their prefent Province, and their future Prize ; 
 Divinely darting upward every Wifti, 
 Warm on the wing, in glorious Alfence loft. 
 
 Doubt you this Truth ? Why labours your Belief? 
 If Earth's whole Orb, by forae due-diftanc'd eye. 
 Was feen at once, her tow'nng J/ps would fink. 
 And level'd Jtlas leave an even Sphere. 
 Thus Earth, and all that earthly minds admire. 
 Is fwallow'd in Etermt/s vaft Round. 
 To that ftupendous view, when fouls awake. 
 So large of late, fo mountainous to man, 
 7/Ws Toys fubfide ; and equal All below. 
 Enthufiaftic, This? Then all are Weak, 
 
 But rank Enthufiafts : To this Godlike height 
 Sc.e fouls have foar'd , or Martyrs ne'er had bled. 
 And all may do, what has by ma. been done. 
 Who, beaten by thefe fublunary ftorms, 
 Boundlefs, interminable, joys can weigh, 
 Unraptur'd, unexalted, uninflam'd ? 
 What Slave, unbleft, who from to-morrow s dawn 
 
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 Expeas an Empire ? He forgets his Chain, 
 And thron'd in Thought, his abfent fcepter waves. 
 And what a Scepter waits us ? What a Throne ? 
 Her own immenfe Apointments to compute. 
 Or comprehend her high Prerogatives, 
 In this her dark Minority, how toils, 
 How vainly pants, the human foul Divine ? 
 Too great the bounty feems for Earthly joy ; 
 What heart but trembles at fo ftrange a Blifs ? 
 In fpite of all the Truths the Mufe has fung, 
 Truths touching J marvellous? and full of Hea'ven? 
 Ne'er to be priz'd enough ! enough revolv'd ! 
 Are there, who wrap the World fo clofe about them 
 They fee no farther than the Clouds ; and dance 
 On heedlefs Vanity's phantaftic Toe, 
 Till Humbling at a Straw, in their career 
 Headlong they plunge, where end both danc'e, and fong? 
 Are there Lorenzo ! Is it poflible ? 
 Are there on Earth (let me not call them Men) 
 Who lodge a foul Immortal in their breafts ; 
 
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 Unconfcious as the Mountain of its Ore ? 
 
 Or Rock, of its ineftimable Gem ? 
 
 When Rocks fhall melt, and Mountains vanifli, Thefe 
 
 Shall know their Treafure ; Treafure, then, no more. 
 
 Are there (ftill more amazing [) who refift 
 The rifing Thought ? Who fmother, in its birth^ 
 The glorious Truth ? Who ftruggle to be Brutes ? 
 Who thro' this Bofom-barrier burft their way ? 
 And, with reverft Ambition, ftrive to fink ? 
 Who labour downwards thro' th' oppofing PowVs, 
 Of Inftina:, Reafon, and the World againft them. 
 To difmal Hopes, and (helter in the (hock 
 Of endlefs Night ? Night darker than the Grave's ? 
 Who fight the proofs of Immortality ? 
 With horrid Zeal, and execrable Arts, 
 Work all their Engines, level their black Fires, 
 To blot from man this Attribute Divine, 
 (Than vital blood far dearer to the Wife,) 
 Blafphemers, and rank Atheifts to Themfelves ? 
 
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 To contradift them fee all Nature rife ! J 
 
 What Objedij what Event, the moon beneath, 
 But argues, or endears, an After-fcene ? 
 To Reafon proves, or weds it to Dejire ^ 
 All things proclaim it needful! -^ feme advance 
 One precious ftep beyond, and prove \tfure. 
 A thoufand Arguments fwarm round my pen. 
 From Heaven, and Earth, and Man. Indulge a few. 
 By Nature, as her common Habit, worn ; 
 So prefling Providence a Truth to teach. 
 Which Truth untaught, all other Truths were vain. 
 
 Thou ! whofe all-providential Eye furveys, 
 Wfcofe Hand dire^ls, whofe Spirit fills, and warms 
 Creation, and holds Empire far beyond ! 
 Eternity's Inhabitant augufl: ! 
 Of two Eternities amazing Lord ! 
 One paft, e'er Man's, or Angels, had begun ^ 
 Aid ! while I xefcue from the Foe's alTauIt, ' "fiT) 
 
 'Jhy glorious Immortality in- Man,
 
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 A Theme for ever, and for all, of weight. 
 
 Of moment Infinite ! but reliiht moft 
 
 By thofe, who love Thee moft, who moft adore. 
 
 Nature^ thy Daughter, ever-changing Birth 
 
 Of Thee the Great Immutable^ to man 
 
 Speaks Wifdom j is his Oracle fupreme ; 
 
 And he who moft confults Her, is moft Wife, 
 
 Lorenzoy to this heavenly Delphos hafte ; 
 
 And come back All-immortal j All-divine ! 
 
 Look Nature through, 'tis Revolutioh All. 
 
 All Change, no Death. Day follows Night ^ and Night 
 
 The dying Day 3 Stars, rife, and fet, and rife 5 
 
 Earth takes th' Example. See, the Summer gay, 
 
 With her green chaplet, and ambrofial flow'rs. 
 
 Droops into pallid Autumn j Winter grey 
 
 Horrid with froft, and turbulent with ftorm. 
 
 Blows Autumn J and his golden fruits away, 
 
 Then melts into the Spring 5 Soft Springs with breath 
 
 Favoniany from warm chambers of the South, v^*-^ 
 
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 Recalls the JEirft. All, to reflourifli, fades. 
 As in a wheel. All finks, to reafcend. 
 Emblems of man, who paffes, not expires. 
 
 With this minute diftindlion, Emblems juft. 
 Nature revolves, but Man advances ; Both 
 Eternal, that a Circle, this a Line. 
 l^hat gravitates, this foars. Th' afpiring foul 
 Ardent, and tremulous, like Flame, afcends ; 
 Zf^/, and Humility^ her wings to Heaven. 
 The world of Matter, with its various Forms, 
 All dies into new Life. Life born from Deatlx 
 Rolls the vaft Mafs, and Ihall for ever roll. 
 No fingle Atom, once in being, loft, 
 \yith change of counfel, charges the moft High, 
 I What hence infers, Lorenzo P can it be } 
 Matter^ Immortal } and fliall Spirit die } 
 Above the nobler, fliall lefs noble rife .'^ 
 Shall Man alone, for whom all elfe revives. 
 No Rsfurreftion know ? fliall Man alone 
 
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 Imperial Man ! be fown in barren ground, 
 Lefs privileg'd than Grain, on which he feeds ? 
 Is Man, in whom alone is power to prize 
 The bliis of Being, or with previous pain 
 Deplore its Period, by the fpleen of Fate 
 Severely doom'd Death\ fmgle Unredeem'd ? 
 
 If Nature's Revolution fpeaks aloud. 
 In her Gradation^ hear her louder ftill. 
 Look Nature thro', 'tis neat Gradation all. 
 By what minute degrees her Scale afcends ? 
 Each middle Nature join'd at each Extreme, 
 To that above it join'd, to that beneath. 
 Parts into parts reciprocally (hot, 
 
 Abhor divorce : What love of Union reigns ? 
 Here, dormant Matter, waits a call to Life j 
 Half-life, half-death join There ; Here, Life and Senfe - 
 There, Senfe from Reafon fteals a glimmering ray 5 
 Reafon fhines out in man. But how preferv'd 
 Ths Chain unbroken upward, to the realms 
 
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 Of incorporeal Life ? thofe realms of Blifs, 
 Where Death hath no dominion ? Grant a Make 
 Half-mortal, half-immortal ; Earthy part. 
 And part Etherial ; grant the Soul of man 
 Eternal j or in man the Series ends. 
 Wide yawns the Gap, Connexion is no more j 
 Checkt Reafon halts, her next ftep wants fupport j 
 Striving to climb, fhe tumbles from her Scheme, 
 A fcheme, Analogy pronounc'd fo true ; 
 Analogy^ man's fureft Guide below. 
 
 Thus far, all Nature calls on thy Belief. 
 And will JLorenzOy carelefs of the Call, 
 Falfe atteftation on all Nature charge. 
 Rather than violate his Leaorue with Death } 
 Renounce his Reafon, rather than renounce 
 The Duft belov'd, and run the rifque of Heaven ? 
 O what Indignity to deathlefs fouls .^ 
 What Treafon to the Majefty of man ? 
 Of man Immortal ! hear the lofty ftyle. 
 " If fo decreed, th'Allmighty Will be done.
 
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 C 39 ) 
 " Let Earth diflblve, yon ponderous Orbs defcend, 
 
 '* And grind us into Dufl : The Soul is fafe 5 
 
 '* The Man emerges ; mounts above the wreck, 
 " As tow'ring Flame from Natures funeral Pyre ; 
 *' O'er devaftation, as a Gainer, fmiles ; 
 
 His Charter, his inviolable Rights, 
 
 Well-pleas'd to learn from Thunder's Impotence, 
 *^ Death's pointlefs darts, and Hell's defeated ftorms. 
 
 But thefe Chimseras touch not thee, Lorenzo ! 
 The Glories of the world, thy feven-fold (hield. 
 Other Ambition than of crowns in Air, 
 And fuperlunary Felicities, 
 Thy bofom warm. I'll cool it if I can, 
 And turn thofe Glories that enchant, againft Thee. 
 What ties thee to this life, proclaims the next. 
 If wife, the Caufe that wounds thee is thy cure. 
 
 Come, my Ambitious ! let us mount together, 
 (To mount Lorenzo never can refufe) 
 And from the Clouds, where Pride delights to dwell, 
 
 o . I Look
 
 ( 4° ) 
 Look down on Earth. — What feed Thou ? wond'rous 
 
 Terreftrial wonders, that ecclipfe the skies. [Things- 
 What Lengths of labour'd Lands? What loaded Seas? 
 Loaded by man, for Pleafure, Wealth, or War : 
 Seas, Winds, and Planets, into fervice brought. 
 His Art acknowledge, and promote his Ends. 
 Nor can th 'eternal Rocks his Will withftand ; 
 What levell'd Mountains ? And what lifted Vales? 
 O'er vales, and mountains, fumptuous Cities fwell, 
 And gild our Landfcape with their glittering Spires. 
 Some, mid the wondering Waves majeftic rife ; 
 And Neptune holds a mirror to their charms. 
 Far greater ftill ! (what can not Mortal might ?) 
 See, wide Dominions ravifli'd from the Deep j 
 The narrow'd Deep with indignation foams. 
 Or Southward turn ; to delicate^ and grand. 
 The finer Arts there ripen in the Sun. 
 How the tall Temples, as to meet their Gods, 
 Afcend the skies ? the proud triumphal Arch • 
 
 I Shows
 
 ( 41 ) 
 Shows us half Heaven beneath Its ample Bend. 
 
 High thro' mid Air, here^ Streams are taught to flowj 
 Whole Rivers there^ lay'd by in Bafons, fleep. 
 Here^ Plains turn Oceans ; there ^ vaft Oceans join 
 Thro' Kingdoms channel'd deep from fhore to fhore j 
 And chang'd Creation takes its Face from Man. 
 Beats thy brave breaft for formidale fcenes. 
 Where Fame, and Empire wait upon the Sword .^ 
 See, Fields in blood j hear, naval Thunders rife j 
 Britannids Voice ! that awes the World to peace. 
 How yon enormous Mole projedling breaks 
 The midfea, furious, waves ? their roar amidft 
 Outfpeaks the Deity, and fays, '^ O Main ! 
 ** Thus far, nor farther \ new Reftraints obey." 
 Earth's difembowel'd ! meafur'd are the Skies ! 
 Stars are detected in their deep Recefs ! 
 Creation widens! vanquilh'd Nature yields! 
 Her Secrets are extorted ! Art prevails! 
 What monuments of Genius, Spirit, Pow'r ? 
 
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 And, now Lorenzo ! raptur'd at this fcene, 
 
 Whofe Glories render Heaven fuperfluous ! fay, 
 
 Whofe Footfteps, thefe ?. — Immortals have been here. 
 
 Could lefs than fouls Immortal this have done ? 
 
 Earth's cover'd o'er with Proofs of fouls Immortal ; 
 
 And proofs -of Immortality forgot. 
 
 To flatter thy grand Foible, I confefs, 
 
 Thefe are Afyibition\ works ; and Thefe are great : 
 
 But 7^/V, the Leaft Immortal fouls can do j 
 
 Tranfcend them all. —But what can Thefe tranfcend ? 
 
 Do'ft alk me, what ? — One Sigh for the Dtftreft 5 
 
 What then for Infidels P a Deeper figh. 
 
 Tis moral Grandeur makes the Mighty man : 
 
 How Little they, who think aught Great below ? 
 
 All our ambitions Death defeats, but One, 
 
 And that it crowns. — Here ceafe we, but ere long 
 
 More powerful Proof ^2\\ take the field againftThee, 
 
 Stronger than Death, and fmiling at the Tomb. 
 
 FINIS,
 
 Jujl Pulijh'd, 
 
 In Ten neat Pocket Volumes, 
 A SELECT 
 
 Collection of Fifty Old Plays. 
 
 VIZ. 
 
 VOL. I. 
 
 r. A Tragedy or Interlude, manifefting 
 jf\_ the chief Promises of God unto 
 Man an all Ages, from the Beginning of 
 the World to the Death of Jefui Chrift : 
 a Myftery, By Jokn Bale, 1537. 
 
 2. New Custom: a Morality. Writ- 
 ten to promote the Reformation. 
 
 3. The Four P*s: an Interlude. By 
 John Heywood, Jefter to King Henry VIII. 
 
 4. Gammer Gurton's Needle : a 
 Comedy. 
 
 5. The Pinner of Wakefield: a Co- 
 medy. 
 
 VOL, II. 
 
 1. The Tragedy of Gorboduc. By 
 Lord Buckhurjl. 
 
 2. C AMPASPE : a Comedy. By Johi 
 Lilly. 
 
 3. The Spanish Tragedy, or Hiero- 
 virHo is mad again. 
 
 4. The History of Edward the Se- 
 cond. By Chriftopher Marlow. 
 
 5. MusTAPHA : a Tragedy. By Lord 
 Brsoke. 
 
 VOL. III. 
 
 I. Greene's Tu quoque, or the City 
 Gallant. By Jofefb Cooke. 
 
 2. The Honest Whore : a Comedy: 
 With the Humours of the Patient Man and 
 Longing Wife. By Thomas Decker. 
 
 3. The Hog hath lost his Pearl ; 
 a Comedy. By Robert Tailor. 
 
 4. FuiMus Troes : The True Tro- 
 jans. Being a Story of the Britons Valour 
 at the Romans firft Invafion. 
 
 5. The White Devil, or Vittoria 
 CoROMBONA, a Lady of Venice : a Trage- 
 dy. By John Webfier. 
 
 VOL, IV. 
 
 1. The Malcontent: a Comedy. By 
 John Marfton. 
 
 2. A Woman kill'd WITH KiNDKESs: 
 a Tragedy. By Thomas Heywood. 
 
 3. Eastward Hoe: a Comedy. By 
 Ben Johnfon, Chapman, and Marjlon. 
 
 4. The Widow's Tears : a Comedy, 
 By George Chapman. 
 
 5. The Revenger's Tragedy. By 
 Cyril Turneur . ■ 
 
 VOL. V. 
 
 1. Lingua, or the Combat of the 
 Tongue and the Five Scnfes for Superi- 
 ority ; a Comedy. 
 
 2. A Mad World my Masters ; a 
 Comedy. By Thomas Middleton. 
 
 3- 'Tis
 
 3. 'Tis Pity she's a Whore •, a Tra- 
 gedy. By John Ford. 
 
 4. Grim the Collier of Croydon, 
 or the Devil and his Dam ; with the Devil 
 and St. Dunjlan. By J, T. 
 
 5. MicRocosMus : a moral Mafk, By 
 Thomas Nabbs. 
 
 VOL. VI. 
 
 1. The Widow : a Comedy. By Ben 
 Johnfon^ John Fletcher, and Thomas Mid- 
 dkton. 
 
 f .2. A Match at Midnight : a Co- 
 i medy. By JVilliam Rowley. 
 
 3. The Dumb Knisht : a Comedy. 
 By Lewis Machin. 
 
 4. The Muses Looking-Glass : a 
 Comedy. By Thomas Randolph. 
 
 5. The Jovial Crew, or tiie Merry 
 Beggars : a Comedy. By Broome. 
 
 VOL. VIL 
 
 r. The Heir: a Comedy. ?t> ^^ 
 
 2. The Old Couple: ditto. S ^ '^^' 
 
 3. The Antiquary : a Comedy, By 
 Shaker^ Mannion, Efqj 
 
 4. The Goblins : a Comedy. By Sir 
 John Suckling. 
 
 5. The Shepherd's Holiday : a Pa- 
 ftoral. By Mr. Rutter. 
 
 VOL. vm. 
 
 1. The City Madam : a Comedy, 
 
 2. A New Way to pay old Debts : 
 a Comedy. 
 
 3. The Guardian : a Comedy. 
 
 4. The Unnatural Combat ; a Tra- 
 gedy. 
 
 5. The Picture : a Tragi-Comedy. 
 All by Philip Majfenger. 
 
 VOL. IX. 
 
 1. Albumazar : a Comedy. 
 
 2. The Gamester : a Comedy. 
 5. The Bird in a Cage : a Comedy. 
 
 Both by Mr. Shirley. 
 
 4. The City Night-Gap : a Comedy. 
 By Mr. Davenport. 
 
 5. The Parson's Wedding: a Co- 
 medy. By Thomas Kilkgrew, ECji 
 
 VOU X. 
 
 1. The City-Match: a Comedy. By 
 
 Mr. Jafper Maine. 
 
 2. The Lost Lady : a Tragi-Comedy. 
 By Sir William Barclay. 
 
 3. The Ordinary : a Comedy. By 
 Mr. CartixSright. 
 
 4. The Queen OF Arragon : a Tragi- 
 Comedy. By Mr. Habington. 
 
 5. The Marriage Night: aTragedy. 
 By Lord Falkland. X 
 
 To each Play will be prefix'd a brief Account of the life and Writings of its 
 AUTHOR. Alfo, by way of Preface, a fhort Hiftorical Effay on the Rife and 
 Progrefs of the Englijh Stage, from its earlieft Beginnings, to the Death of King Charles 
 the Firft, when Play-Houles were fuppreis'd. 
 
 Printed ioi R. D D S LET, at Tullys-Head, Pall-Mall. 
 
 N. B. Two Supplemental Volumes will be publijh'd with all convenient Speedy in order 
 to rtnder this Collection more compleat. 
 
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