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T W 0 0 D E S.
The former on
Good-Nature, the latter against Ill-Nature.
Celestial sweetness, exquisite of mien,
That friendship reigns, no interest can divide,
Ideots' usurp thy title, and thy frame,
Life idly inoffensive fuch a grace,
Of injur’d innocence, or griev'd desert,
Soft flow---no wind can work them to a storm,
Great, generous acts thy ductile passions move,
Mild is thy mind to cover shame,
Bursting to praise, yet still sincere and free
Nought is excluded little, or infirm,
All, all my actions guide, my fancy feed,
Against I L L-N A TU R E.
To all that's odious, all that's base allied;
Away, thou hideous hell-born spright,
Sullen, four, and faturnine; Fly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly light.
Thy planet was remote, when I was born; 'Twas Mercury that rul'd my natal morn,
What time the fun exerts his genial ray, And ripens for enjoyment every growing day;
When to exist is but to love and fing,
Where never vegetable drank the dew,
Where Nature's pencil has no colours laid; But all is blank, and universal shade ;
Contrast to figure, motion, life and light, There may'st thou vent thy spight,
For ever cursing, and for ever curs’d, Of all th' infernal crew the worst;