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(8) III.

Suppofing this terraqueous globe All form’d of folid land; If none had died, ere now we would Have wanted room to ftand.

IV.

We in the other world fhall reap As in this life we fow; Be virtuous if ye would efcape The pang .of future woe.

V.

On jarring creeds let fchoolmen plode; Who feldom truth difplay. Do you th’ internal voice of God Your ccnfcicncc Hill obey.

Glasgow. J- TAYLOR.

THE WORLD.

THE world’s a book, writ by th’ eternal art Of the great Author; printed on man’s hearts ’Tis falfely printed, tho’ divinely penn’d; And all th’ errats will appear at th’ end

FINIS.