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Sent through the trav’ller's temples! He that finds
Ambition, av’rice, penury incurr'd By endless riot, vanity, the luft Of pleasure and variety, difpatch, As duly as the swallows disappear, The world of wand'ring knights and squires to town. London ingulfs them all! The shark is there, And the shark's prey; the spendthrift, and the leech That fucks him. There the fycophant, and he Who, with bare-headed and obsequious bows, Begs a warm office, doom'd to a cold jail And groat per diem, if his patroni
frown. The levee swarms, as if, in golden pomp, Were character'd on every
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These are the charnas that fully and eclipse
That lean hard-handed Poverty inflicts
Oh thou, refore and mart of all the earth, Chequer'd with all complexions of mankind, And spotted with all crimes; in whom I fee Much that I love, and more that I admire, And all that I abhor; thou freckled fair, That pleasest and yet shock'st me, I can laugh And I can weep, can hope, and can despond, Feel wrath and pity, when I think on thee! Ten righteous would have fav'd a city once, And thou haft many righteous.-Well for theeThat falt preserves thee; more corrupted elfe, And therefore more obnoxious, at this hour, Than Sodom in her day had pow'r to be, For whom God heard his Abr'am plead in vain.
ARGUMENT OF THE FOURTH BOOK.
The post comes in. The news paper is read. The world contemplated at a disance.-
Address to Winter. The rural amusements of a winter evening compared with the fashionable ones.-- Address to evening.--A brown Audy.--Fall of snow in the evening.--The waggoner. -A poor family.piece. The rural thief.- Public houses. The multitude of them censured.—The farmer's daughter: what she was what she is.—The fimplicity of country manners almost loft.-Causes of the change.--Desertion of the country by the rich Neglect of magistrates.-The militia principally in fault.— The new recruit and his transformation. Reflection on bodies corporate.-The love of rural objeds natural to all, and never to be totally extinguished.
THE WINTER EVENING.
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Beltrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright; le comes, the herald of a noisy world, With fpatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks; News from all nations lumb’ring at his back. Crue to his charge, the close-pack'd load behind, et careless what he brings, his one concern s to conduct it to the destin'd inn; nd, having dropp'd th' expected bag, pass on. le whistles as he goes, light-hearted wreteh, old and yet cheerful: messenger of grief