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No.309. Ye Realms yet unreveal'd to human Sight,
Ye Gods who rule the Regions of the Night,
The mystick Wonders of your filent State!
The Fortune charms him, 'tis for that he burns. 312. What Preferment, what Praise, what Honour
will be sufficient for him to obtain with bodily Pain, who imagines Pain to be the greatest Evil ? and even who would not endure Igno. miny and Disgrace to avoid Pain, if we judge
Pain to be the greatest of all Evils ! 313. So form the tender Manners of the Boy,
And work him like a waxen Babe with Art. 314. Then leave your Mother's cold Embrace,
Since you are grown mature for Man's. 315. Nor God be nam'd unless for weighty Cause. 316. Freedom which came at length tho flow to come.
Long slighted by me. 317. Born to eat and drink. 318. Every Man cannot do every thing. 319. What Chain can hold this varying Proteus faft? 326. Unhappy Feast unbless'd with Juno's Care;
Nor were the Graces, nor was Hymen there,
The Furies spread the fatal Bed at Night. 321. Nor is it enough that Poems please the Ear, .
They should please true Tafte.
The End of the Mottoes to the Fourth Volume,