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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 TO
HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY's PRINCIPAL SECRETARIES OF STATE.
"Fatis contraria fata rependens."
when a traveller, a long day paft
In painful fearch of what he cannot find,
At night's approach, content with the next cot,
I chace the moments with a serious fong.
Song fooths our pains; and age has pains to footh.
When age, care, crime, and friends embrac'd at heart,
Has not the Mufe afferted pleasures pure,
I think, thou wilt forbear a boaft fo bold.
Thy fmile 's fincere; not more fincere can be
The fick in body call for aid; the fick
In mind are covetous of more disease ;
And when at worst, they dream themselves quite well.
And confcience, deaden'd by repeated strokes,
Has into manners naturaliz'd our crimes;
The curfe of curfes is, our curse to love;
To triumph in the blackness of our guilt
(As Indians glory in the deepest jet),