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Shine all, in all your charms together rise,
That all, in all your charms, I may despise.

-- Good name in man or woman

Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

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'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he, who filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him,

And makes me poor

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Heaven has but

Our sorrow for our sins, and then delights
To pardon erring man; sweet mercy seems
It's darling attribute, which limits justice.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle dew from Heav'n
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes ;
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
And earthly pow'r doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. We do pray for mercy;
And that same pray'r doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.

When lovely woman stoops to folly,

And finds, too late, that men betray,
What charm can sooth her melancholy?
What art can wash her stains away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from ev'ry eye,
To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom, is

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to die.

You took her up a little tender flow'r

Just sprouted on a bank, which the next frost

Had nipp'd; and, with a careful, loving hand,
Transplanted her into your own fair garden,

Where the sun always shines: there long she flourish'd,
Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye;
Till at the last a cruel spoiler came,

Cropp'd this fair rose, and rifled all it's sweetness;
Then cast it, like a loathsome weed, away.

Me let the tender office long engage,
To rock the cradle of reposing age;

With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death,
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

Tir'd Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays

Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes,
Swift on his downy pinions flies from grief,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.

Dreams are but interludes, which Fancy makes:
When monarch Reason sleeps, this phantom wakes,
Compounds a medley of disjointed things;

A court of coblers, and a mob of kings.
Light fumes are merry; grosser fumes are sad:
Both are the reasonable soul run mad:

And many monstrous forms in sleep we see,

Which never were, nor are, nor e'er can be.

Learn to live well, that thou mayst die so too;

To live and die, is all we have to do.

Man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long.

The greatest part of the pleasures of the idle are but a poor attempt to supply the alacrity and interest, which attend the prosecution of real business.

The anxieties of pleasure, and the fatigues of indolence, waste and consume the spirits; they are sufferings without pity, and labour without reward.

Prayer is the vital breath of Religion. As, when doubtful of life, a glass is held to the sick man to see whether it is stained with his breath; so, if the breath of prayer come from a man, the life of religion is in him, however faint and weak; but if he prays no more, religion is dead within him.

A cheerful temper, joined with innocence, will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful, and wit good natured. It will lighten sickness, poverty, and affliction; convert ignorance into an amiable simplicity; and render deformity itself agreeable.

See a fond mother encircled by her children; with pious tenderness she looks around, and her soul even melts with maternal love. One she kisses on it's cheek, and clasps another to her bosom; one she sets upon her knee, and finds a seat upon her foot for another. And while, by their actions, by their lisping words, and asking eyes, she understands their various numberless little wishes, to these she dispenses a look, and a word to those; and, whether she grants or refuses, whether she smiles or frowns, it is all in tender love. Such to us, though infinitely high and awful, is Providence; so it watches over us, comforting these, providing for those, listening to all, and assisting every one; and if sometimes it denies the favour we implore, it denies but to invite our more earnest prayers; or, if seeming to deny a blessing, it grants one in the refusal.

BOOK II.

MORAL AND DIDACTIC PIECES.

RELIGION.

BOW down your heads unto the dust, O ye inhabitants of Earth! be silent, and receive, with reverence, instruction from on high."

Wheresoever the sun doth shine, wheresoever the wind doth blow, wheresoever there is an ear to hear and a mind to conceive; there let the precepts of life be made known, let the maxims of truth be honoured and obeyed.

All things proceed from God. His power is unbounded, his wisdom is from eternity, and his goodness endureth for

ever.

He sitteth on his throne in the centre, and the breath of his mouth giveth life to the world.

He toucheth the stars with his finger, and they run their course rejoicing.

On the wings of the wind he walketh abroad, and performeth his will through all the regions of unlimited space.

Order, and grace, and bounty spring from his hand. The voice of wisdom speaketh in all his works: but the human understanding comprehendeth it not.

The shadow of knowledge passeth over the mind of man as a dream; he seeth as in the dark; he reasoneth and is often deceived:

But the wisdom of God is as the light of Heaven; he reasoneth not; his mind is the fountain of truth.

Justice and mercy wait before his throne; benevolence and love enlighten his countenance for ever.

Who is like unto the Lord in glory? Who in power shall contend with the Almighty? Hath he any equal in wisdom? Can any goodness be compared unto him?

He it is, O man! who hath created thee: thy station on Earth is fixed by his appointment; the powers of thy mind are the gift of his goodness; the wonders of thy frame are the work of his hand."

Hear then his voice, for it is gracious; and he that obeyeth, shall establish his soul in peace.

ECONOMY OF HUMAN LIFE.

WOMAN.

GIVE ear, fair daughter of love, to the instructions of prudence, and let the precepts of truth sink deep in thy heart; so shall the charms of thy mind add lustre to the elegance of thy form; and thy beauty, like the rose it resembleth, shall retain it's sweetness when it's bloom is withered.

In the spring of thy youth, in the morning of thy days, when the eyes of men gaze on thee with delight, and nature whispereth in thine ear the meaning of their looks: ah! hear with caution their seducing words; guard well thy ear, nor listen to their soft persuasions.

Remember that thou art made man's reasonable companion, not the slave of his passion; the end of thy being is not merely to gratify his loose desire, but to assist him. in the toils of life, to sooth him with thy tenderness, and recompense his care with soft endearments.

Who is she that winneth the heart of man, that subdueth him to love, and reigneth in his breast?

Lo! yonder she walketh in maiden sweetness, with innocence in her mind, and modesty on her cheek.

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