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Dr. Goldsmith 342 CLXXXIII. An Elegy written on the Plain of

Fontenoy Poetry of the World 346 CLXXXIV. To Dr. Johnson, Sir Joshua Rey.

nolds, and other men of Genius

. Dean of Derry 349 CLXXXV. On the Exercise of Humanity to

ward the Insane

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FIRST, the Supreme doth highest rev’rence claim;

Use with religious awe his sacred name :
Affur'd he views thy ways, let nought controul
The oath thou once haft bound upon thy soul.

Next, to the heroes bear a grateful mind,
Whose glorious cares and toils have blest mankind.
Let juft respect and decent rites be paid
To the immortal manes of the dead.
Honour thy parents, and thy next of kind;
And virtuous men wherever thou canst find,
In the same bond of love let them be join'd.

Useful and steady let thy life proceed,
Mild ev'ry word, good-natur'd ev'ry deed ;
Oh, never with the man thou loy'ft contend !
But bear a thousand frailties from thy friend.
Rashly inflam’d, vain spleen, and slight furmise,
To real feuds, and endless discords rise.





O’er luft, o'er anger, keep the strictest rein,
Subdue thy sloth, thy appetite restrain.
With no vile action venture to comply,
Not, tho' unseen by ev'ry mortal eye.
Above all witnesses thy conscience fear,
And more than all mankind thyself revere.

way let all thy words and actions tend,
Reason their constant guide, and truth their end.
And ever mindful of thy mortal state,
How quick, how various are the turns of fate ;
How here, how there, the tides of fortune roll;
How foon impending death concludes the whole,
Compose thy mind, and free from anxious strife
Endure thy portion of the ills of life :
Tho'still the good man stands secure from harms,
Nor can misfortune wound, whom virtue arms.

Discourse in common converse, thou wilt find
Some to improve, and some to taint the inind;
Grateful to that a due obfervance pay;
Beware left this entice thy thouglits aftray ;
And bold untruths which thou art forc'd to hear,
Receive discreetly with a patient ear.

Would'At thou be justly rank'd among the wife,
Think ere thou do ere thou resolv'st, advise.
Still let tly aims with fage experience square,
And plan thy conduct with fagacious care ;.
So shalt thou all thy course with pleasure run,
Nor with an action of thy life undone.

Among the various ends of thy defires,
Tis no inferior place thy health requires.
Firmly for this from all excess refrain,
Thy cups be mod’rate, and thy diet plain :


Nor yet unelegant thy board fupply,
But fhun the nauseous pomp of luxury.
Let fpleen by cheerful converse be withstood,
And honest labours purify the blood.

Each night, ere needful slumber seals thy eyes,
Home to thy soul let these reflections rise :
How has this day my duty feen express’d ?
What have I done, omitted, or transgress’d?
Then grieve the moments thou haft idly spent :
The rest will yield thee comfort and content.

Be these good rules thy study and delight,
Practise by day, and ponder them by night;
Thus all thy thoughts to virtue's height shall rise,
And truth shall stand unveil'd before thy eyes.
Of beings the whole system thou shalt see,
Rang'd as they are in beauteous harmony,
Whilft all depend from one superior cause,
And Nature works obedient to her lavvs.
Hence as thou labour'st with judicious care
To run the course allotted to thy share,
Wisdom refulgent with a heavenly ray,
Shall clear thy prospect, and direct thy way.

Then all around compassionately view
The wretched ends which vain mankind pursue,
Tofs'd to and fro by each impetuous gust,
The rage of passion, or the fire of lust,
No certain stay, no safe retreat they know,
But blindly wander through a maze of woe.
Mean while congenial vileness works within,
And custom quite subdues the soul to sin.
Save us from this distress, Almighty Lord,
Our minds illumine, and thy aid afford !

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But O! secure from all thy life is led, Whose feet the happy paths of virtue tread. Thou stand'st united to the race divine, And the perfection of the skies is thine. Imperial reason, free from all controul, Maintains her just dominion in thy soul. Till purg'd at length from every finful ftain, When friendly death shall break the cumbrous chain, Loos'd from the body thou shalt take thy flight, And range immortal in the fields of light.



S E C T. II.


No glory I covet, no riches I want,

Ambition is nothing to me :
The one thing I beg, of kind Heaven to grant,

Is a mind independent and free.


With passion unruffled, untainted with pride,

By reason my life let me square ;
The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied,

And the rest is but folly and care.

The blessings which Providence freely has lent

I'll juftly and gratefully prize,
Whilft sweet meditation and cheerful content,

Shall make me both healthy and wise.

In the pleasures the great man's poffeffions display,
Urenvy'd, I'll challenge my part ;


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