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 When tliund'ring tempefts make you fliudder, And Boreas on the furtace rtigns,

Let good difcretion guide the riuKUr, When providence attends the tails.

And when you are fafe from danger riding,

In fome favorite port or bay, Hope be the anchor you confide in,

(Jare awhile in (lumber lay : Then when each cann's with liquor flowing,

And good fellowfhip prevails, Let each true heart with rapture flowing,

Drink fuccefs unto the fails.

��THE WOODMAN.

FAR remov'd from noife and fmoke, Hark, I hear the woodman's ftroke, Who dreams not, as he fells the oak, What mifchief dire he brews : How art (hall lhape his falling trees, For aid of luxury and eafe, He weighs not matters fuch as thefe, But fmgs, and hacks, and hews.

Perhaps now fell'd by this bold man, That tree fhall form the fpruce fedan, Or wheel-barrow, where oyfter Nan

So runs her vulgar rig : The ftage whert boxers crowd in flocks, Or elfe a quack's, perhaps the (locks, Or pods for figns, or barbers' blocks,

Where fmiles the [ttrfon's wig.

Thou

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