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(4) A world’s intruding needful care, Maxims, future life to fquare, Take poffeffion of the foul, Pleafure’s fofter fway contronl.

Think not fons of wealth alone Call true happinefs their own; Or that fons of want and care Ne’er enjoy of blifs a fhare, While through life they mourning go, Preft with forrow, toil and woe, Hope to anchor fafe in heaven, Gilds their fpan, while tempeft driven ; Virtue bright her ftandard rears, Future joy their mis'ry cheers.

Princely, noble, art thou born? Humbler ftations never fcorn, Keep thy didahce, fhew thy power, Alan to blefs, but not devour.

Is it to thy glory told Thou had been in danger bold? Know my heroes were the fame, Patterns of illndrious fame. Here the warriors praife was fung, Here the deep ton’d harp was drung, Here the virgin’s blufhing charms Yielded to the brave in arms; But nor beauteous nor ’brave Claim exemption from the grave.

If fair fcience on thee fmile, Self-rewarding ftudious toil, Cad not a difdainful eye On the hind that paffes by: