Nor can example hurt them: what they see Of vice in others but enhancing more The charms of virtue in their just esteem. If such escape contagion, and emerge Pure from so foul a pool to shine abroad, And give the world their talents and themselves, Small thanks to those whose negligence or sloth Exposed their inexperience to the snare, And left them to an undirected choice. See then the quiver broken and decayed, In which are kept our arrows! Rustling there In wild disorder, and unfit for use,.
What wonder if, discharged into the world, They shame their shooters with a random flight, Their points obtuse, and feathers drunk with wine! Well may the church wage unsuccessful war With such artillery armed. Vice parries wide Th' undreaded volley with a sword of straw, And stands an impudent and fearless mark.
Have we not tracked the felon home, and found His birth-place and his dam? The country mourns, Mourns because every plague, that can infest Society, and that saps and worms the base Of th' edifice that Policy has raised, Swarms in all quarters: meets the eye, the ear, And suffocates the breath at every turn, Profusion breeds them; and the cause itself Of that calamitous mischief has been found: Found too where most offensive, in the skirts. Of the robed pedagogue! Else let th' arraigned Stand up unconscious, and refute the charge. So when the Jewish leader stretched his arm,, And waved his rod divine, a race obscene, Spawned in the muddy beds of Nile, came forth, Polluting Egypt: gardens, fields, and plains, Were covered with the pest; the streets were filled The croaking nuisance lurked in every nook; Nor palaces, nor even chambers, 'scaped; And the land stank-so numerous was the fry.
SELF-RECOLLECTION and reproof.-Address to domestic happiness.Some account of myself.-The vanity of many of their pursuits who are reputed wise.-Justification of my censures.-Divine illumination necessary to the most expert philosopher. The question, What is truth? answered by other questions.-Domestic happiness addressed again.-Few lovers of the country. My tame hare. Occupations of a retired gentleman in his garden.-Pruning.-Framing.-Green-house.-Sowing of flower-seeds. The country preferable to the town even in winter.-Reasons why it is deserted at that season.-Ruinous effects of gaming, and of expensive improvement.-Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis.
As one, who long in thickets and in brakes Entangled, winds now this way and now that His devious course uncertain, seeking home; Or, having long in miry ways been foiled And sore discomfited, from slough to slough Plunging, and half-despairing of escape; If chance at length he find a greensward smooth And faithful to the foot, his spirits rise,
He cherups brisk his ear-erecting steed, And winds his way with pleasure and with ease; So I, designing other themes, and called T' adorn the Sofa with eulogium due, To tell its slumbers, and to paint its dreams, Have rambled wide: in country, city, seat Of academic fame (howe'er deserved,) Long held, and scarcely disengaged at last. But now with pleasant pace a cleanlier road I mean to tread: I feel myself at large. Courageous and refreshed for future toil,. If toil await me, or if dangers new.
Since pulpits fail, and sounding boards reflect,
Most part an empty, ineffectual sound, What chance that I, to fame so little known, Nor conversant with men or manners much, Should speak to purpose, or with better hope Crack the satiric thong? "Twere wiser far For me, enamoured of sequestered scenes, And charmed with rural beauty, to repose Where chance may throw me, beneath elm or vine, My languid limbs, when summer seers the plains, Or, when rough winter rages, on the soft And sheltered Sofa, while the nitrous air Feeds a blue flame, and makes a cheerful hearth There, undisturbed by Folly, and apprised How great the danger of disturbing her, To muse in silence, or, at least, confine Remarks that gall so many, to the few My partners in retreat. Disgust concealed Is ofttimes proof of wisdom, when the fault Is obstinate, and cure beyond our reach. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise, that has survived the fall! Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure, Or tasting long enjoy thee! too infirm, Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup; Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again. Thou art not known where Pleasure is adored, That reeling goddess with the zoneless waist And wandering eyes, still leaning on the arm Of Novelty, her fickle, frail support;
For thou art meek and constant, hating change And finding in the calm of truth-tried love Joys that her stormy raptures never yield. Forsaking thee what shipwreck have we made Of honour, dignity and fair renown!
Till prostitution elbows us aside
In all our crowded streets; and senates seem Convened for purposes of empire, less
Than to release the adulteress from her bond. Th' adulteress! what a theme for angry verse! What provocation to the indignant heart, That feels for injured love! but I disdain The nauseous task to paint her as she is, Cruel, abandoned, glorying in her shame! No let her pass, and, charioted along
In guilty splendour, shake the public ways; The frequency of crimes has washed them white. And verse of mine shall never brand the wretch Whom matrons now, of character unsmirched, And chaste themselves, are not ashamed to own. Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time, Not to be passed and she, that had renounced Her sex's honour, was renounced herself By all that prized it; not for prudery's sake, But dignity's, resentful of the wrong.
"Twas hard perhaps on here and there a waif, Desirous to return, and not received;
But 'twas a wholesome rigour in the main, And taught th' unblemished to preserve with care That purity, whose loss was loss of all.
Men too were nice in honour in those days, And judged offenders well. Then he that sharped, And pocketed a prize by fraud obtained,
Was marked and shunned as odious. He that sold His country, or was slack when she required His every nerve in action and at stretch, Paid with the blood that he had basely spared, The price of his default. But now-yes, We are become so candid and so fair, So liberal in construction, and so rich In Christian charity, (good natured age!) That they are safe, sinners of either sex,
Transgress what laws they may. Well dressed, well bred,
Weli equipaged, is ticket good enough To pass as readily through every door. Hypocrisy, detest her as we may,
(And no man's hatred ever wronged her yet) May claim this merit still-that she admits The worth of what she mimics with such care, And thus gives Virtue indirect applause; But she has burnt her mask, not needed here, Where vice has such allowance, that her shifts And specious semblances have lost their use.
I was a stricken deer, that left the herd. Long since. With many an arrow deep infixed My panting side was charged, when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades, There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by th' archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts,
He drew them forth, and healed, and bade me live. Since then, with few associates in remote And silent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled scene; With few associates, and not wishing more.. Here much I ruminate, as much I may, With other views of men and manners now Than once, and others of a life to come. I see that all are wanderers, gone astray Each in his own delusions; they are lost In chase of fancied happiness, still wooed And never won. Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succ ed, And still are disappointed: Rings the world With the vain stir. I sum up half mankind, And add two thirds of the remaining half, And find the total of their hopes and fears Dreams, empty dreams. The million flit as gay As if created only like the fly,
That spreads his motley wings in th' eye of noon,
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