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Yes-thou may'ft eat thy bread, and lick the hand

That feeds thee; thou may'ft frolic on the floor
At evening, and at night retire fecure

To thy ftraw couch, and flumber unalarm'd ;
For I have gain'd thy confidence, have pledg'd
All that is human in me, to protect
Thine unfufpecting gratitude and love.
If I furvive thee I will dig thy grave,
And when I place thee in it, fighing fay,
I knew at least one hare that had a friend.
How various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return,

Efteems that busy world an idler too!

Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen,
Delightful industry enjoy'd at home,

And nature in her cultivated trim

Drefs'd to his tafte, inviting him abroad-
Can he want occupation who has these?
Will he be idle who has much t' enjoy?
Me, therefore, ftudious of laborious ease,
Not flothful; happy to deceive the time,
Not waste it; and aware that human life
Is but a loan to be repaid with use,
When He shall call his debtors to account,
From whom are all our bleffings, bus'nefs finds
Ev'n here: while fedulous I feek t' improve,
At least neglect not, or leave unemploy'd,

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The mind he gave me; driving it, though flack
Too oft, and much impeded in its work
By caufes not to be divulg'd in vain,
To its just point, the service of mankind.
He that attends to his interior self,

That has a heart and keeps it; has a mind
That hungers and fupplies it; and, who seeks
A focial, not a diffipated life,

Has business; feels himself engag'd t' achieve
No unimportant, though a filent task.

A life all turbulence and noife, may seem
To him that leads it, wife and to be prais'd;
But wisdom is a pearl with most fuccefs
Sought in ftill water, and beneath clear skies.
He that is ever occupied in storms,
Or dives not for it, or brings up instead,
Vainly induftrious, a difgraceful prize.

The morning finds the felf-fequeft'd man
Fresh for his task, intend what task he may.
Whether inclement feasons recommend
His warm but fimple home, where he enjoys,
With her who shares his pleasures and his heart,
Sweet converfe, fipping calm the fragrant lymph
Which neatly she prepares; then to his book
Well chofen, and not fullenly perus'd

In selfish silence, but imparted oft
As aught occurs that she may fmile to hear,
Or turn to nourishment, digested well.

Or

Or if the garden with its many cares,

All well repay'd, demand him, he attends

The welcome call, confcious how much the hand
Of lubbard labour needs his watchful eye,
Oft loit'ring lazily, if not o'erseen,

Or mifapplying his unfkilful ftrength.
Nor does he govern only to direct,

But much performs himself. No works indeed
That afk robuft tough finews bred to toil,
Servile employ-but fuch as may amufe,
Not tire, demanding rather skill than force.
Proud of his well fpread walls, he views his trees
That meet (no barren interval between)

With pleasure more than ev'n their fruits afford,
Which, fave himself who trains them, none can

feel;

Those therefore are his own peculiar charge, No meaner hand may difcipline the shoots, None but his steel approach them. What is weak,

Distemper'd, or has loft prolific pow'rs,

Impair'd by age, his unrelenting hand

Dooms to the knife: nor does he fpare the foft
And fucculent that feeds its giant growth,
But barren, at th' expence of neighb'ring twigs
Lefs oftentatious, and yet ftudded thick
With hopeful gems. The reft, no portion left
That may difgrace his art, or difappoint

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Large expectation, he difpofes neat
At measur'd distances, that air and fun,
Admitted freely, may afford their aid,
And ventilate and warm the fwelling buds.
Hence fummer has her riches, autumn hence,
And hence ev'n winter fills his wither'd hand
With blushing fruits, and plenty not his own.
Fair recompence of labour well bestow'd,
And wife precaution, which a clime so rude
Makes needful ftill, whose spring is but the child
Of churlish winter, in her froward moods
Discov'ring much the temper of her fire.
For oft, as if in her the ftream of mild
Maternal nature had revers'd its courfe,
She brings her infants forth with many fmiles,
But once deliver'd, kills them with a frown.
He therefore, timely warn'd, himself supplies
Her want of care, fcreening and keeping warm
The plenteous bloom, that no rough blast may
fweep

His garlands from the boughs. Again, as oft
As the fun peeps and vernal airs breathe mild,
The fence withdrawn, he gives them ev'ry beam,
And spreads his hopes before the blaze of day.

Miraturque novos fructus et non fua poma.

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To raise the prickly and greer-coated gourd,
So grateful to the palate, and when rare
So coveted, elfe bafe and difefteem'd-
Food for the vulgar merely-is an art
That toiling ages have but just matur'd,
And at this moment unaffay'd in fong.
Yet gnats have had, and frogs and mice, long
fince,

Their eulogy; those fang the Mantuan bard,
And these the Grecian, in ennobling strains;
And in thy numbers, Phillips, shines for aye
The folitary fhilling. Pardon then,

Ye fage difpenfers of poetic fame!

Th' ambition of one meaner far, whose pow'rs,
Prefuming an attempt not lefs fublime,
Pant for the praife of dreffing to the taste
Of critic appetite, no fordid fare,
A cucumber, while coftly yet and scarce.
The stable yields a ftercoraceous heap,
Impregnated with quick fermenting falts,
And potent to refift the freezing blast;
For ere the beech and elm have caft their leaf
Deciduous, when now November dark

Checks vegetation in the torpid plant
Expos'd to his cold breath, the task begins.
Warily therefore, and with prudent heed,
He seeks a favour'd spot; that where he builds
Th'agglomerated pile, his frame may front

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