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Does it to Chloe's charms conduce,
To sound her praise on our abuse ?
Must we, to flatter her, be made
To wither, envy, pine, and fade ?”

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THE FATHER AND JUPITER.

A FABLE,

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THE man to Jove his suit preferr'd;
He begg'd a wife. His prayer was heard.
Jove wonder'd at his bold addressing:
For how precarious is the blessing!

A wife he takes. And now for heirs
Again he worries Heaven with prayers.
Jove nods assent. Two hopeful boys
And a fine girl reward his joys.

Now, more solicitous he grew,
And set their future lives in view;
He saw that all respect and duty
Were paid to wealth, to power, and beauty.
“ Once more,” he cries, “accept my prayer;
Make

my
loved

progeny thy care :
Let my first hope, my favourite boy,
All fortune's richest gifts enjoy.
My next with strong ambition fire ;
May favour teach him to aspire;
Till he the step of power ascend,
And courtiers to their idol bend.
With every grace, with every charm,
My daughter's perfect features arm.

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If Heaven approve, a Father's bless’d.”
Jove smiles, and grants his full request.
The first, a miser at the heart,

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Studious of every griping art,
Heaps hoards on hoards with anxious pain,
And all his life devotes to gain.
He feels no joy, his cares increase,
He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace;
In fancied want (a wretch complete)
He starves, and yet he dares not eat.

The next to sudden honours grew;
The thriving art of courts he knew;
He reach'd the height of power and place, 35
Then fell, the victim of disgrace.

Beauty with early bloom supplies
His daughter's cheek, and points her eyes.
The vain coquette each suit disdains,
And glories in her lover's pains.

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age she fades, each lover flies; Contemn'd, forlorn, she pines and dies.

When Jove the Father's grief survey'd, And heard him Heaven and Fate upbraid, Thus spoke the God :-"By outward show, 45 Men judge of happiness and woe: Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will ? Seek virtue; and, of that possest, To Providence resign the rest."

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HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest !
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; 10
And freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

COLLINS.

PROCRASTINATION.

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Be wise to-day! 't is madness to defer :
Next day the fatal precedent will plead;
Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life !
Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
If not so frequent, would not this be strange ?
That 't is so frequent, this is stranger still.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears
The palm, “That all men are about to live,”
For ever on the brink of being born:

themselves the compliment to think

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All pay

They one day shall not drivel, and their pride
On this reversion, takes up ready praise ;

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At least, their own; their future selves applaud.
How excellent that life they ne'er will lead !
Time lodged in their own hands is Folly's vails ;
That lodged in Fate's, to Wisdom they consign;
The thing they can't but purpose, they postpone. 20
'T is not in folly not to scorn a fool,
And scarce in human wisdom to do more.
All promise is poor dilatory man,
And that through every stage. When young indeed,
In full content we sometimes nobly rest,

25 Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty, chides his infamous delay;

30 Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.

And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves ! Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread: But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, 40 The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death; Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.

YOUNG.

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FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER, AT

WOODSTOCK. SUCH was old Chaucer. Such the placid mien Of him who first with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe 5 He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life: through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world, With cunning hand portraying. Though perchance From Blenheim's towers, O stranger, thou art come, Glowing with Churchill's trophies; yet in vain 11 Dost thou applaud them, if thy breast be cold To him, this other hero; who, in times Dark and untaught, began with charming verse To tame the rudeness of his native land.

AKENSIDE.

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THE SCHOLAR.

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WHEN first the college-rolls receive his name,
The

young enthusiast quits his ease for fame;
Resistless burns the fever of renown
Caught from the strong contagion of the gown;
O’er Bodley's dome his future labours spread,
And Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head.
Are these thy views ? proceed, illustrious youth;
And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth !
Yet should thy soul indulge the generous heat,
Till captive Science yields her last retreat;

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