Or as some tradesmen, through show-glasses,
Expose their wares to each that passes,
Toys of no ule ! high-priz’d commodities
Bought to no end ! Estates in oddities !
Others, with like advantage drive at
Their gain, from store-houses in private :
Thus Delia shines in places general,
Is never missing where the men are all;
Goes ev'n to church with godly airs,
To meet good company at prayers :
Where she devoutly plays her fan,
Looks up to heaven, but thinks on man:
You fit at home: enjoy your * cousin,
While hearts are offer d hy the dozen :
0! born above your sex to rise,
With youth, wealth, beauty, titles---wise !
0! Lady bright, did ne'er

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mark In country fair, or country market, A beau, whose eloquence might charm ye, Enlifting soldiers for the army: He flatters every well-built youth, And tells him every thing but---truth. He cries, Good friend, I'm glad I hap'd in Your company, you'll make a captain! He lists--- but finds these gaudy Mows Soon chang’d, to furly locks, and blows : 'Tis now, March, rascal ! what d'ye grumble ? Thwack goes the cane! I'll make you humble.

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Such weddings are: ans ! selmox etia,
Simoft in all posts << 24 emuutt.
While courtship lafing "13, 'ta, Marian
The sweetest creature inex 1.110 .Cit!
Had I the years of a wardtidien,
How in my come punt is uit al 'err ;
0! take me to 1:ans, sauly'
I doat, adore the resk.*** !
They wed---but, fabry20*1 ks warmate,
Next morn, he th: ks "ize licht ik cicara rigs
He says, nay {weare, y * Staromě od 28
One single month; this fuis tu koriste,
What, madam, gadgevery day!
Up to your room! then it ich, or pray!

Such proves the mariage-fase! but for all
These truths, you il wed, én.d kuin the moral,

ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR FRIEND,

MR. ELIJAH FENTON, 1739.

« Calentem “Debitâ sparges lacryma favillam “ Vatis amici.”

HOR. As King , ,

Sends down some brighter angel from above,
Pleas'd with the beauties of the heavenly Guelt,
Awhile we view him in full glory drest,
But he, impatient from his heaven to stay,
Soon disappears, and wings his airy way ;

So

So did'it thou vanish, eager to appear,
And thine triumphant in thy native sphere.

Yet had'st thou all that virtue can bestow, .
All, the Good practise, and the learned know;
Such holy rapture, as not warms, but fires,
While the foul seems retiring, or retires :
Such transports, as those saints in vision share,
Who know not whether they are rapt through air,
Or bring down heaven to meet them in a prayer.

O! early lost ! yet stedfast to survey
Envy, disease, and death, without dismay ;
Serene, the sting of * pain thy thoughts beguile,
And make afflictions, objects of a smile.
So the famid Patriarch, on his couch of stone,
Enjoy'd bright visions from th' eternal throne.
Thus wean'd from earth, where pleasure scarce can

please,
Thy woes but hasten'd thee to heaven and peace :
As angry winds, when loud the tempest roars,
More swiftly speed the vessel to the shores.

0! may these lays a lasting lustre Med
O’er thy dark urn, like lamps that grace the dead !
Strong were thy thoughts, yet reason bore the sway,
Humble, yet learn’d; though innocent, yet gay:
So pure of heart, that thou might'st fafely show
Thy inmoft bofom to thy baseft foe :
Careless of wealth, thy bliss a calm retreat,
Far from the insults of the scornful great ;

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Thence

Thence locking with dituain on proudest things,
Thou deerr.ed it mean the pageantry of kings;
Who build their pride on trappings of a throne,
A painted ribband, or a glittering itone,
Uselessly bright! 'twas thine the foul to raise
To nobler cbjects, fuch as angels praile !
To live, to mortals' empty fame, a foe;
And pity buman joy, and human woe !
To view ev'n fplendid vice with generous hate,
In life unblemith'd, and in death fexlate !
Then conscience, shining with a lenient ray,
Dawa'd o'er thy foul, and promis'd endless day.
So from the fecting orb of Phæbus fly
Beams of calm light, and glitter to the sky.

Where now, O! where shall I true friendship find
Among the treacherous race of tafe mankind ?
Whem, whom confult in all th' uncertain ways
Of various life, fincere to blame, or praise ?
O! friend! O! falling in thy ftrength of years,
Warm from the melting foul receive these tears !
O! woods! O! wilds ! O! every bowery thade!
So often vocal by his music made,
Now other founds---far other sounds return,'
And o'er his herse with all your echoes mourn I...
Yet dare we grieve that soon the paths he trod
To heaven, and left vain man for Saints and God?

Thus in the theatre the scenes unfold
A thousand wonders glorious to behold;
And here, or there, as the machine extends,
A hero rises, or a God descends :

But

But soon the momentary pleasure flies,
Swift vanishes the God, or hero dies.

Where were ye, Muses, by what fountain fide,
What river sporting, when your favorite dy'd ?
He knew by verse to chain the headlong floods,
Silence loud winds, or charm attentive woods.
Nor deign'd but to high * themes to tune the firing,
To such as heaven might hear, and angels sing:
Unlike those bards, who, uninform’d to play,
Grate on their jarring pipes a flashy lay :
Each line display'd united strength and ease,
Form'd like his manners to instruct and please.

So herbs of balmy excellence produce
A blooming flower and falutary juice :
And while each plant a smiling grace reveals,
Usefully gay! at once it charins, and heals.

Transcend ev'n after death, ye great, in show,
Lend pomp to ashes, and be vain in woe;
Hire substitutes to mourn with formal cries,
And bribe unwilling drops from venal eyes,
While here sincerity of grief appears,
Silence that speaks, and eloquence in tears !
While tir'd of life, we but consent to live
To show the world how really we grieve !
As some fond fire, whose only son lies dead,
All lost to comfort makes the dust his bed :
Hangs o'er his urn, with frantic grief deplores,
And bathes his clay-cold check with copious showers,

* Mr. Fenton intended to write upon moral subjects.

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