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 Pleas'd the refreshing prospect to survey, Each stride he lengthens, and beguiles the way. More pleas'd (the tempting scene in view) to go, Than pensively to walk the gloomy vales below.


 * the theme within your bosom roll,

Work in each thought, and run through all the soul; Unless you alter with incessant pain, Pull down, and build the fabrick o'er again; In vain, when rival-wits your wonder raise, You'll strive to match those beauties which you praise.


 * one just scope with fixt design go on;

Let sov'reign reason dictate from her throne, By what determin'd methods to advance, But never trust to arbitrary chance. Where chance presides, all objects wildly join'd, Crowd on the reader, and distract his mind; From theme to theme unwilling is he tost, And in the dark variety is lost. You see some bards, who bold excursions make In long digressions from the beaten track; And