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His honeft pencil touch'd with truth,
And mark’d the date of age and youth.
He loft his friends; his practice faild;
Truth should not always be reveal'd ;
In dusty piles his pictures lay,
For no one sent the second pay.

Two buto's, franght with ev'ry grace,
A Venus' and Apollo's face,
He plac'd in view : resolv'd to please,
Whoever fat, he drew from there ;
From these corrected ev'ry feature,
And spirited each awkward creature.

All things were fet ; the hour was.come,
His pallet ready o'er his thumb:
My Lord appear'd, and, feated right
lo proper attitude and light,
The painter look'd, he sketch'd the piece;
Then dipt his pencil, talk'd of Greece,
Of Tirian's times, of Guido's air-
Those

eyes, my Lord, the spirit tliere
Might welí a Raphael's hand require,
To give them all the native fire :
The features fraught with fenfe and wit;
You'll grant, are very hard to hit;', in
But yet, with patienee, you fall view
As much as paint.or art ran do:
Obferve the worki''. My Lord reply'd,
"Till now I thought my mouth was wide;
Besides, my nose is somewhat long;
Dear Sir, for me, 'tis far too young."
“O, pardon me" the artist cry'd,
" In this we painters must decide.
The piece ev'n common eyes must strike ;
I warrant it extremely like!!
My Lord examin’d it anew
No looking-glafs feem'd half so true.

A lady caine. With borrow'd grace
He from his Venus form'd her face.
Her lover prais'd the painter's art,
So like the picture in his heart.!
To ev'ry age some charm he lent;
Ey'n beauties were alınost content.

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Through all the town his art they prais'd,
His custom grew, his price was rais’d.
Had he the real likeness shown,
Would any man the pi&ture own?
But when thus happily he wrought,
Each found the likeness in his thought.

VI. Diversity in the Hanan Character,
VIRTUOUS and vicious ev'ry man must be,

Few in th' extreme, but all in tbe degree;
The rogue and fool by fits are fair' and wise,
And ev’n the best, by fits, what they despite.
'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill,
For, Vice or Virtue, Self directs it ftill:
Each individual seeks a sev'ral goal;
But Heav'n's great view is one, and that the Whole.
That counter works'each folly and caprice ;
That disappoints th effect of ev'ry vice :
That happy frailties to all ranks apply'd--
Shame to the virgin, to the marron pride,
Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief,
To kings presumption, and to crowds belief.
That Virtue's ends from Vanity can raise,
Which seeks no int'reft, no reward buit praise;
And build on wants, and on defects of mind,
The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind.

Heaven forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a fervant, or a friend,
Bids each on other for affistance call,
Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all..
Wants, frailties, paffions, closer still ally
The common int’reft, or endear the iie.
To these we owe true friendship, love fincere,
Each home-felt joy that life inherits here :
Yet, from the same, we learn, in its decline,
Those joys, those loves, those int'refts to refign:
Taught half by reason, half hy mere decay,
To welcome death, and call..y pafs away.

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbour with himself.
The learn'd is happy nature to explore,
The fool is happy that he knows no more ;

The age :

The rich is happy in the plenty given,
The poor contents him with the care of Heav'n ,
See the blind beggar dance, the cripple sing,
The sot a hero, lunatic a king,
The starving chymift in his golden views
Supremely bleft, the poet in his mufe.

See some strange comfort ev'ry state attends
And Pride beltow'd on all, a common friend;
See fome fit Paffion ev'ry age supply,
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw :
Some livelier play-ibing gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite :
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage;
And cards and counters are the toys of
Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before ;
Till tir'd he fleeps, and Life's poor play is o'er!

Mean while Opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of happiness by Hope fupply'd,
And each vacuity of lense by Pride.
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In Folly's cup ftill laughs the bubble, joy:
One profpe& loft, another ftill we gain ;
And not a vanity is giv’n in vain ;
Ev'n mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
See! and confess one comfort still must rise ;
'Tis this: Though Man's a fool, yet God is wise.

VII. The Toilet.
AND, now, unveild, the toilet stands display'd,

Each niver vase in myftic order laid.
Fielt, rob'd in white, the nymph intent adores,
With head uncover'd, the cosmetic pow'rs,
A beavaly image in the glass appears :
To that the bends, to that her eye fhe rears.'
Th’inseriour priestess, at the altar's fide,
Trembling, begins the facred rites of pride.
Umumber'd ireasures ope at once, and here
The various offrings of the world appear :

From

From each, le nieely culls with curious toil,
And decks tlie goddels with the glitt'ring spoil.
This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder boxa
The tortoise, here, and clephant, unite,
Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Here files of pine extend their thining rows,
Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, biliet.doux.
Now awful beauty puts on all its arms;
The fair, each moment, rises in her charms,
Repairs her, smiles, awakens ev'ry grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of ber face.

VIII. The Hermit.'
FAR in a wild, unknown to public view,

From youth to age, a rev’rend hermit grew,
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well...
Remote from man, with God he pats’d the days;
Pray's all his business, all his pleasure praise.

A life to lacred, such ference repole,
Seem'd heav'n itfélf, 'till one fuggestion rose-
That vice thould triumph, virtue vice obey:
This sprung fome doubt of Providence's sway.
His hopes no more a certain prospect boast,
And all the renour of his soul is loft.
So, when a smooth expanse receives, impreft,
Calm nature's inage on its wat’ry breast,
Dowu bend the banks; the trees, depending, grow;
And skies, beneath, with answering colours glow :
But if a stone the gentle sea divide,
Swift rufiling circles curi on every

fide And glimmn'ring fragments of a broken fun, Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run.

To clear this doubt ; to know the world by bght; To find if books or swains report it right; (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the pilgrim-staff he bore, And fix'd the scallop in his hat before : Then, with the sun, a riling journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each event.

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The morn was wasted in the pathless grafs, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; But, when the southern sun had warm'd the day, A youth came posting o'er a crossing way; His raiment decent, his complexion fair, And, foft, in graceful ringlets, wav'd his hair. Then, near approaching, Father, hail! he cried; And, Hail, my fon! the rev’rend fire reply'd : Words follow'd words; from question answer flow'd; And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Till each with other pleas’d and loath to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart. Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound; Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around,

Now funk the fun : the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with fober gray: Nature, in silence, bid the world repose ; When, near the road, a stately palace rose : There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pafs, Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass. It chanced the noble master of the dome Still made his house the wand'ring stranger's home: Yet, still, the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease. The pair arrive; the liv'ry'd servants wait ; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate : The table groans with costly piles of food; And all is more than hospitably good. Then, led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep funk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down.

At length 'tis morn ; and, at the dawn of day, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ; Frefk, o'er the gay parterres, the breezes creep, And Thake the neighbouring wood, to banish sleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call ; An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet graced, Which the kind master forced the guests to taste. Then, pleas'd, and thankful, from the porch they go ; And, but the landlord, none had caule of woeHis cup was vanili’d; for, in lecte! guise, The younger guest purloin'd the glittring prize.

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