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First put it out, then take it for a guide.
Faults in the life breed errours in the brain,
None sends his arrow to the mark in view,
With caution taste the sweet Circcan cup:
If clemency revolted by abuse
Some dream that they can silence when they will,
But, muse, forbear; long flights forebode a fall; Strike on the deep-ton'd chord the sum of all. 605
Hear the just law—the judgment of the skies !
615 There, and there only, is the power to save. There no delusive hope invites despair ; No mock’ry meets you, no deception there. The spells and charms, that blinded you before, All vanish tliere, and fascinate no more.
620 I am no preacher, let this hint sufficeThe cross once seen is death to ev'ry vice; Eise he that hung there, suffer'd all his pain, Bled, groan'd, and agoniz’d, and died in vain.
Pensantur trutina-Hor. Lib. II. Epist. 1.
MAN, on the dubious waves of errour toss'd,
10 Hard lot of man-to toil for the repard Of virtue, and yet lose it ! Wherefore hard?-He that would win the race must guide his horse Obedient to the customs of the course ; Else, tho' uneqnial!d to the goal he flies,
15 A meaner than himself shall gain the prize. Grace leads the right way; if you choose the wrong, Take it and perish ; but restrain your tongue; Charge not with light sufficient, and left free, Your wilful suicide on God's decree.
20 Oh how unlike the coinplex works of man, Heav'n's easy, artless, unencumber'd plan! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clust'ring ornaments to clog the pilo ; From ostentation as from weakness free,
25 It stands like the cerulcan arch we see, Majestick in its own sirnplicity. Vol. I.
Inscrib'd above the portal, from afar
35 Rebel, because 'tis easy to obey :
for its own sake, the gracious way.
Who judg’d the pharisee? What odious cause Expos’d him to the vengeance of the laws ?
45 Had he seduc'd a virgin, wrong'd a friend, Or stabb’d a man to serve some private end ? Was blasphemy his sin ? Or did he stray From the strict duties of the sacred day? Sit long and late at the carousing board ?
51 (Such were the sins with which he charg'd his Lord.) Non-the man's morals were exact, what then? 'Twas his ambition to be seen of men; His virtues were his pride ; and that one vice Made all his virtues gewgaws of no price;
55 He wore thein as fine trappings for a show, A praying, synagogue-frequenting beau. The self-applauding bird, the peacock, see Mark what a sumptuous pharisee is he ! Meridian sunbeams tempt him to unfold His radiant glories, azure, green, and gold; He treads as if some solemn musick near, His ineasur'd step wore govern'd by his ear ; And seems to say-Ye meaner fowl, give place, I am all splendour, dignity, and grace!
Not so the pheasant on his charms presumes,
His dwelling a recess in some rude rock, Book, beads, and maple dish, his meagre stock. 80 In shirt of hair and weeds of canvass dressid, Girt with a bell rope that the pope has bless'd; Adust with stripes told out for ev'ry crime, And sore tormented long before his time; His pray’r preferr’d to saints that cannot aid; 85 His praise postpon’d, and never to be paid; See the sage hermit, by mankind admir'd, With all that bigotry adopts inspir'd, Wearing out life in his religious whim, Till his religious whimsy wears out him.
90 His works, his abstinence, his zeal allow'd, You think him humble—God accounts him proud; High in demand, though lowly in pretence, Of all his conduct this the genuino senseMy penitential stripes, my streaming blood, 05 Have purchas'd Heav'n, and prov'd my title good. Turn eastward now, and Fancy shall apply Το
your weak sight her telescopick eye. The bramin kindles on his own bare head The sacred fire, self-torturing his trade;
100 His voluntary pains, severe and long, Would give a barb'rous air to British sony ; No grand inquisitor nould worse invent,