NIGHT THE NINTH AND LAST. THE CONSOLATIO N. CONTAINING, AMONG OTHER THINGS, I. A MORAL Survey of the NOCTURNAL Heavens. II. A NIGHT-ADDRESS to the DEITY. HUMBLY INSCRIBED то HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY's PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE. "Fatis contraria fata rependens." S when a traveller, a long day past VIRG. In painful fearch of what he cannot find, At night's approach, content with the next cot, Then chears his heart with what his fate affords, VOL. III. I chace I chace the moments with a ferious fong. 15 Song fooths our pains; and age has pains to footh. 20 When age, care, crime, and friends embrac'd at heart, Though far, far higher set, in aim, I trust, Has not the Mufe afferted pleasures pure, 25 30 Thy fmile 's fincere; not more fincere can be 35 In mind are covetous of more disease; And when at worst, they dream themselves quite well. To know ourselves difeas'd, is half our cure. When nature's blush by custom is wip'd off, And confcience, deaden'd by repeated strokes, 49 Has into manners naturaliz'd our crimes; The curfe of curfes is, our curfe to love; To triumph in the blackness of our guilt (As Indians glory in the deepest jet), And |