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For man and woman, though in one they grow,
Yet, first or last, return again to two.
He to God's image, she to his was made;
So, farther

from the fount the stream at random stray'd.
How could he stand, when, put to double pain,
He muft a weaker than himself sustain!
Each might have ftood perhaps; but each alone;
Two wrestlers help to pull each other down.

Not that my verse would blemish all the fair; But yet, if some be bad, 'tis wisdom to beware; And better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare. Thus have you shunn'd, and shun the marry'd state, Trusting as little as you can to fate.

No porter guards the passage of your door,
T'admit the wealthy, and exclude the poor;
For God, who gave the riches, gave the heart,
To fanctify the whole, by giving part;
Heaven, who foresaw the will, the means has wrought,
And to the second fon a blessing brought;
The first-begotten had his father's share:
But you, like Jacob, are Rebecca's heir.

So may your stores and fruitful fields increase;
And ever be you bless’d, who live to bless.
As Ceres sow'd, where-e'er her chariot Aew;
As heaven in deserts rain'd the bread of dew;
So free to many, to relations most,
You feed with manna your own Israel hoft.
With crowds attended of your ancient

race, You seek the champion sports, or fylvan chace: VoL, XIX,

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With well-breath'd beagles you surround the wood,
Ev’n then, industrious of the common good:
And often have you brought the wily fox
To suffer for the firstlings of the flocks;
Chas'd ev’n amid the folds; and made to bleed,
Like felons, where they did the murderous deed.
This fiery game your active youth maintain’d;
Not yet by years extinguish'd, though reftrain'd:
You feafon still with sports your serious hours:
For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours.
The hare in pastures or in plains is found,
Emblem of human life, who runs the round;
And, after all his wandering ways are done,
His circle fills, and ends where he begun,
Just as the setting meets the rising fun.

Thus princes ease their cares; but happier he,
Who seeks not pleasure through necessity,
Than fuch as once on slippery thrones were plac'd;
And, chafing, sigh to think themselves are chas'd.

So liv'd our fires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiply'd with theirs the weekly bill.
The first physicians by debauch were made :
Excess began, and sloth fuftains the trade :

generous kind their cares bestow
To search forbidden truths; (a fin to know :)
To which if human science could attain,
The doom of death, pronounc'd by God, were vain.
In vain the leech would interpose delay;
Fate faftens first, and vindicates the prey.

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What help from art's endeavours can we have?
Gibbons but guesses, nor is sure to save:
But Maurus sweeps whole parishes, and peoples every

grave;
And no more mercy to mankind will use,
Than when he robb'd and murderd Maro's Mufe.
Wouldft thou be soon dispatch'd, and perish whole,
Truft Maurus with thy life, and Milbourn with thy

foul.
By chace our long-liv'd fathers earn’d their food;
Toil ftrung the nerves, and purify'd the blood:
But we their sons, a pamper'd race of men,
Are dwindled down to threescore

years
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought,
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise, for cure, on exercise depend;
God never made his work, for man to mend.

The tree of knowledge, once in Eden plac d,
Was easy found, but was forbid the taste :
0, had our grandfire walk'd without his wife,
He first had fought the better plant of life!
Now both are loft: yet, wandering in the dark,
Physicians, for the tree, have found the bark:
They, labouring for relief of human kind,
With sharpen'd fight some remedies may find;
Th’apothecary-train is wholly blind.
From files a random recipe they take,
And many deaths of one prescription make.
Garth, generous as his Mufe, prescribes and gives;
The shopman sells; and by destruction lives :

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Ungrateful tribe! who, like the viper's brood,
From medicine issuing, suck their mother's blood!
Let these obey; and let the learn d prescribe;
That men may die, without a double bribe:
Let them, but under their superiors, kill;
When doctors first have fign'd the bloody bill:
He scapes the best, who, nature to repair,
Draws physic from the fields, in draughts of vital air.

You hoard not health, for your own private use; But on the public spend the rich produce. When, often urg'd, unwilling to be great, Your country calls

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lov'd retreat, And sends to senates, charg'd with common care, Which none more shans; and none can better bear: Where could they find another form’d fo fit, To poise, with folid sense, a sprightly wit! Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could fo firm integrity be found? Well born, and wealthy, wanting no support, You fteer betwixt the country and the court: Nor gratify whate'er the great desire, Nor grudging give, what public needs require. Part must be left, a fund when foes invade; And part employ'd to roll the watery trade: Ev'n Canaan's happy land, when worn with toil, Requir'd a fabbath-year to mend the meagre foil.

Good fenators (and such as you) so give, That kings may be supply'd, the people thrive. And he, when want requires, is truly wise, Who Nights not foreign aids, nor over-buys; But on our native strength, in time of need, relies.

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Munster was bought, we boast not the success ;
Who fights for gain, for greater makes his peace.

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Our foes, compell’d by need, have peace embrac'd:
The peace both parties want, is like to laft:
Which, if secure, securely we may trade;
Or, not secure, should never have been made.
Safe in ourselves, while on ourselves we stand,
The sea is ours, and that 'defends the land:
Be, then, the naval stores the nation's care,
New ships to build, and batter'd to repair.

Observe the war, in every annual courfe;
What has been done, was done with British force:
Namur subdued, is England's palm alone ;
The rest besieg'd; but we constraind the town:
We saw th’ event that follow'd our success;
France, though pretending arms, pursued the peace ;
Oblig'd, by one sole treaty, to restore
What twenty years of war had won before.
Enough for Europe has our Albion fought:
Let us enjoy the peace our blood has bought.
When once the Persian king was put to flight,
The weary

Macedons refus’d to fight :
Themselves their own mortality confess’d;
And left the son of Jove, to quarrel for the rest.

Ev'n victors are by victories undone;
Thus Hannibal, with foreign laurels won,

While fore of battle, while our wounds are green, , Why should we tempt the doubtful dye again?

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