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Prefcient of future dignities, falute

Sheriff, or mayor, in comfortable furs

Enwrapt,, fecure: nor yet the laureat's crown
In thought exclude him! He perchance thall rife
To nobler heights than forefight can decree.

When, fir'd with wrath, for his intrigues difplay'd In many an idle fong, Saturnian Jove

Vow'd fure

Aruction to the tuneful race;

Appeas'd by fuppliant Phoebus, "Bards, he faid,
Henceforth of plenty, wealth, and pomp debarr'd,
But fed by frugal cares, might wear the bay
Secure of thunder."-Low the Delian bow'd,
Nor at th' invidious favour dar'd repine.

THE

RUIN'D ABBEY;

OR,

THE EFFECTS OF SUPERSTITION.

AT length fair peace with alive crown'd regains

Her lawful throne, and to the facred haunts

Of wood or fount the frighted Mufe returns.
Happy the Bard, who, from his native hills,
Soft muling on a fummer's eve, furveys
His azure ftream, with penfile woods enclos'd!
Or o'er the glaify furface, with his friend,
Or faithful fair, through bordering willows green
Wafts his fall frigate. Fearless he of fhouts,
Or taunts, the rhetoric of the watery crew
That ape confusion from the realms they rule!

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Not different have I feen in dreary vault
Display'd, a coffin; on each fable fide
The texture unmolefted feems entire.
Fraudful, when touch'd it glides to dust away!
And leaves the wondering swain to gape, or stare,
And with expreffive fhrug, and piteous figh,
Declare the fatal force of rolling years,

Or dire extent of frail mortality.

This aged vefture, fcorn of gazing beaux,
And formal cits, (themfelves too haply fcorn'd)
Both on its fleeve and on its fkirt, retains
Full many a pin wide-fparkling: for, if e'er
Their well-known creft met his delighted eye,
Though wrapt in thought, commercing with the sky,
He, gently stooping, fcorn'd not to upraise,
And on each fleeve, as confcious of their use,
Indenting fix them; nor, when arm'd with these,
The cure of rents and separations dire,

And chafms enormous, did he view dismay'd
Hedge, bramble, thicket, bush, portending fate
To breeches, coat and hofe! had any wight
·Of vulgar skill, the tender texture own'd;
But gave his mind to form a fonnet quaint
Of Silvia's fhoe-ftring, or of Cloe's fan,
Or fweetly-fashion'd tip of Celia's car.
Alas! by frequent ufe decays the force
Of mortal art! the refractory robe
Eludes the taylor's art, eludes his own;
How potent once, in union quaint conjoin'd!

See

See near his bed (his bed too falfely call'd
The place of reft, while it a Bard fuftains;
Pale, meagre, Mufe-rid wight! who reads in vain
Narcotic volumes o'er) his candlestick,

Radiant machine, when from the plastic hand
Of Mulciber, the mayor of Birmingham,

The engine issued; now alas difguis'd

By many an unctuous tide, that wandering down
Its fides congeal; what he, perhaps, effays
With humour forc'd, and ill-diffembled fmile,
Idly to liken to the poplar's trunk

When o'er its bark the lucid amber, wound

In many a pleafing fold, incrufts the tree.

Or fuits him more the winter's candy'd thorn,
When from each branch, anneal'd, the works of froft
Pervafive, radiant ificles depend?

How fhall I fing the various ill that waits
The careful fonneteer? or who can paint
The shifts enormous, that in vain he forms
To patch his panelefs window; to cement
His batter'd tea-pot, ill-retentive vase?
To war with ruin? anxious to conceal
Want's fell appearance, of the real ill
Nor foe, nor fearful. Ruin unforeseen
Invades his chattels; ruin will invade ;
Will claim his whole invention to repair,
Nor, of the gift, for tuneful ends design'd,
Allow one part to decorate his fong.
While ridicule, with ever-pointing hand
Conscious of every fhift, of every shift

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Indicative, his inmoft plot betrays,

Points to the nook, which he his study calls
Pompous and vain! for thus he might esteem
His cheft, a wardrobe; purse, a treasury;
And fhews, to crown her full display, himself.
One whom the powers above, in place of health,
And wonted vigour; of paternal cot,
Or little farm; of bag, or fcrip, or staff,
Cup, difh, fpoon, plate, or worldly utenfil,
A poet fram'd; yet fram'd not to repine,
And with the cobler's loftieft fite his own;
Nor, partial as they feem, upbraid the fates,
Who to the humbler mechanifm, join'd

Goods fo fuperior, fuch exalted blifs!

See with what seeming eafe, what labour'd peace,

He, hapless hypocrite! refines his nail,

His chief amufement! then how feign'd, how forc'd,
That care-defying fonnet, which implies

His debts discharg'd, and he of half a crown
In full poffeffion, uncontested right

And property! Yet ah! whoe'er this wight
Admiring view, if fuch there be, diftruft

The vain pretence; the fmiles that harbour grief
As lurks the ferpent deep in flowers enwreath'd.
Forewarn'd, be frugal; or with prudent rage
Thy pen demolish; chufe the trustier flail,
And bless thofe labours which the choice infpir'd.
But if thou view'ft a vulgar mind, a wight
Of common fenfe, who feeks no brighter name,
Him envy, him admire, him, from thy breaft,

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Prefcient of future dignities, falute

Sheriff, or mayor, in comfortable furs

Enwrapt,, fecure: nor yet the laureat's crown

In thought exclude him! He perchance thall rife
To nobler heights than forefight can decree.

When, fir'd with wrath, for his intrigues display'd In many an idle fong, Saturnian Jove Vow'd fure deftruction to the tuneful race; Appeas'd by fuppliant Phoebus, "Bards, he faid, Henceforth of plenty, wealth, and pomp debarr'd, But fed by frugal cares, might wear the bay Secure of thunder."-Low the Delian bow'd, Nor at th' invidious favour dar'd repine.

THE RUIN'D ABBEY;

OR,

THE EFFECTS OF SUPERSTITION.

AT length fair peace with olive crown'd regains

Her lawful throne, and to the facred haunts

Of wood or fount the frighted Mufe returns.
Happy the Bard, who, from his native hills,
Soft muling on a fummer's eve, furveys
His azure ftream, with penfile woods enclos'd!
Or o'er the glaffy furface, with his friend,
Or faithful fair, through bordering willows green
Wafts his fmall frigate. Fearless he of fhouts,
Or taunts, the rhetoric of the watery crew
That ape confusion from the realms they rule!

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