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And quaint, in its deportment and attire,
Can lodge a heav'nly mind-demands a doubt.

He that negotiates between God and man,
As God's ambassador, the grand concerns
Of judgment and of mercy, should beware 465
Of lightness in his speech. 'Tis pitiful
To court a grin, when you should woo a soul :
To break a jest, when pity would inspire
Pathetick exhortation ;' and t' address
The skittish fancy with facetious tales,

470 When sent with God's commission to the heart! So did not Paul. Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all he ever wrote, And I consent you take it for your text, Your only one, till sides and benches fail.

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No: he was serious in a serious cause,
And understood too well the weighty terms,
That he had ta'en in charge. He would not stoop
To conquer those by jocular exploits,
Whom truth and soberness assail'd in vain. 480

O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms ?
The wisest and the best feel urgent need
Of all their caution in thy gentlest gales ;
But swell’d into a gust-who, then, alas !

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With all his canvass set, and inexpert,
And therefore heedless, can withstand thy pow'r ?
Praise from the rivell'd lips of toothless, bald
Decrepitude, and in the looks of lean
And craving Poverty, and in the bow

490 Respectful of the smatch'd artificer, Is oft too welcome and may much disturb The bias of the purpose. How much more, Pour'd forth by beauty splendid and polite, In language soft as Adoration breathes ?

495 Ah, spare your idol, think him human still. Charms he may have, but he has frailties too! Dote not too much nor spoil what ye admire.

All truth is from the sempiternal source Of light divine. But Egypt, Greece, and Rome, 500 Drew from the stream below. More favour'd, we Drink when we choose it, at the fountain head. To them it flow'd much mingled and defil'd With hurtful errour, prejudice, and dreams Illusive of philosophy, so call’d,

505 But falsely. Sages after sages strove In vain to filter off a crystal draught Pure from the lees, which often more enhancd The thirst than slak'd it, and not seldom bred Intoxication and delirium wild.

510 In vain they push'd inquiry to the birth And spring-time of the world; ask’d, Whence is man? Why form'd at all ? and wherefore as he is ? Where must he find his maker? with what rites Adore him ? Will he hear, accept, and bless ? 515 Or does he sit regardless of his works? Has man within him an immortal seed ? Or does the tomb take all ? If he survive His ashes, where? and in what weal or wo? Knots worthy of solution, which alone

520 A Deity could solve. Their answers, vague And all at random, fabulous and dark, Left them as dark themselves. Their rules of life Defective and unsanction'd, prov'd too weak To bind the roving appetite, and lead

525 Blind nature to a God not yet reveal'd. Tis Revelation satisfies all doubts, Explains all mysteries, except her own, And so illuminates the path of life That fools discover it, and stray no more.

530 Now tell me, dignified and sapient sir, My man of morals, nurlur'd in the shades Of Academusis this false or true ? Is Christ the abler teacher or the schools If Christ, then why resort at ev'ry turn

535 To Athens, or to Rome, for wisdom shore

Of man's occasions, when in him reside
Grace, knowledge, comfort-an unfathom'd store ?
How oft, when Paul has serv'd us with a text,
Has Epictetus, Plato, Tully, preach'd !

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Men that, if now alive, would sit content
And humble learners of a Saviour's worth,
Preach it who might. Such was their love of truth,
Their thirst of knowledge, and their candour too.

And thus it is.—The pastor, either vain, 545 By nature, or by flatt'ry made so, taught To gaze at his own splendour, and t'exalt Absurdly, not his office, but himself; Or unenlighten's and too proud to learn ; Or vicious, and not therefore apt to teach ; 550 Perverting often by the stress of lewd And loose example, whom he should instruct; Exposes, and holds up to broad disgrace, The noblest function, and discredits much The brightest truths that man has ever seen. 555 For ghostly counsel ; if it either fall Below the exigence, or be not, back'd With show of love, at least with hopeful proof Of some sincerity on the giver's part; Or be dishonour'd in th' exteriour form

560 And mode of its conveyance, by such tricks As move derision, or by foppish airs And histrionick mumm’ry that let down The pulpit to the level of the stage ; Drops from the lips a disregarded thing,

565 The weak perhaps are mov’d, but are not taught While prejudice in men of stronger minds Takes deeper root, confirm’d by what they see. A relaxation of religion's hold Upon the roving and untutor'd heart :

570 Soon follows, and, the curb of conscience snappd The laity run wild. But do they now? Note their extravagance, and be convinc'd.

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A wooden one : so we, no longer taught
By monitors, that mother church supplies,
Now make our own. Posterity will ask,
(If e'er posterity see verse of mine,)
Some fifty or a hundred lustrums hence,
What was a monitor in George's days?
My very gentle reader, yet unborn,
Of whom I needs must augur better things,
Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world
Productive only of a race like ours,
A monitor is wood-plank shaven thin.
We wear it at our backs. There, closely brac'd
And neatly fitted, it compresses hard
The prominent and most unsightly bones,
And binds the shoulder flat. We prove its use
Sov’reign and most effectual to secure
A form, not now gymnastick as of yore,
From rickets, and distortion, else our lot.
But thus admonish'd, we can walk erect
One proof at least of manhood! while the friend
Sticks close, a Mentor worthy of his charge.
Our habits, costlier than Lucullus wore,
And by caprice as multiplied as his,
Just please us while the fashion is at full,
But change with ev'ry moon. The sycophant,
Who waits to dress us, arbitrates their date ;
Surveys his fair reversion with keen eye ;
Finds one ill made, another obsolete,
This fits not nicely, that is ill conceiv'd;
And, making prize of all that he condemns,
With our expenditure defrays his own.
Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavour. We have run
Through ev'ry change, that Fancy at the loom
Exhausted, has had genius to supply ;
And studious of mutation still, discard
A real elegance, a little us'd,
For monstrous novelty and strange disguise.

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We sacrifice to dress, till household joys
And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires; 615
And introduces hunger, frost, and wo,
Where peace and hospitality might reign.
What man that lives, and that knows how to live,
Would fail t' exhibit at the publick shows
A form as splendid 'as the proudest there,

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Though appetite raise outcries at the cost ?
A man o'th' town dines late, but soon enough,
With reasonable forecast and despatch,
T' ensure a side-box station at half price.
You think, perhaps, so delicate his dress,

625 His daily fare as delicate. Alas ! He picks clean teeth, and, busy as he seems With an old tavern quill, is hungry yet! The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws With magick wand. So potent is the spell,

630 That none, decoy'd into that fatal ring, Unless by Heav'n's peculiar grace, escape. There we grow early gray, but never wise ; There form connexions, but acquire no friend; Solicit pleasure hopeless of success;

635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood, and devote old age To sports, which only childhood could excuse. There, they are happiest who dissemble best Their weariness; and they the most polite 640 Who squander time and treasure with a smile, Though at their own destruction. She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming. They (what can they less ?) Make just reprisals; and with cringe and shrug, 645 And bow obsequious, hide their hate of her. All catch the frenzy, downward from her grace, Whose flambeaux flash against the morning skies, And gild our chamber ceilings as they pass, To her, who, frugal only that her thrift

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