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No borrow'd joys! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown,

Or by the world forgot : Monarchs! we envy not your state; We look with pity on the great,

And bless our humbler lot.

Our portion is not large indeed,
But then how little do we need I

For Nature's calls are few !
In this the art of living lies,
To want no more than may suffice,

And make that little do.

We'll therefore relish with content
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,

Nor aim beyond our pow'r ; For if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,

Nor lose the present hour.

To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deny'd,

And pleas'd with favours given :
Dear Chloe this is wisdom's

part, This is that incense of the heart,

Whose fragrance smells to heav'n.

We'll ask no long-protracted treat, (Since winter life is seldom sweet) :

But when our feast is o'er, Grateful from table we'll arise, Nor grudge our sons, with envious eyes,

The relics of our store.

Thus hand in hand through life we'll go, Its checker'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious steps we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear,

And mingle with the dead :

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While Conscience, like a faithful friend,
Shall through the gloomy vale attend,

And cheer our dying breath ;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whisper peace,

And smooth the bed of death.

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ODE XIV.

ON

MARRIAGE.

Rang'd by all-ruling Heaven's design,
Low sinks this ball, a mass supine ;

The stars high-blazing roll.
Nor lives a wretch of frantic brain,
Who dares with impious rage maintain,

That chance directs the whole.

Yet nations wide adopt this plan :
Chance classes all degrees of man,

Unknown in Nature's state;
And the mere accident of birth
Marks who shall rule or till the earth,

Th'ignoble or the great.

While such the consecrated springs,
Whence proudly issue lords and kings,

Why sleeps the parent's care?
Anxious to match the generous steed,
Where Strength and Beauty stamp the breed,

Regardless of his heir.

But to no favour'd race confin'd,
The virtues of our nobler kind

All ranks alike may claim;
Issue as fair, and brave, and wise,
As the high lineage of the skies,

May bless an humble dame.

The charm that softens manly grace,
The ray that beams in woman's face,

The sympathy of mind,
Denote (whate'er their various lot,
Whether a palace or a cot)

The mates by heaven design'd.

But peevish Age, and gloomy Pride,
And churlish Av’rice, dare divide

Those links which powerful draw
To’union dear, congenial loves :
The sire condemns what God approves,

And Tyranny is law.

Far other maxims form'd our state:
All orders, mixt of low and great,

Compose the harmonious frame. Firm hath the mighty fabric stood, And Britain boasts her mingled blood

In many a deathless name.

Free should the sons of freedom wed
The maid by equal fondness led,

Nor, heaping wealth on wealth,
Youth pine in age's wither'd arms,
Deformity polluting charms,

And Sickness blasting Health.

But house for house, and grounds for grounds,
And mutual bliss in balanc'd pounds,

Each parent's thought employ:
These, summ’d by Wingate's solid rules,
Let fools, and all the sons of fools,

Count less substantial joy!

And yet no niggard care confines
The child indulg'd.—Lo! India's mines

Flame in the daughter's dress :
As gorgeous shines the lavish son;
No Luxury refus’d but one-

Domestic happiness.

The victim comes in rich attire,
Dragg'd trembling by her ruthless sire ;

Thy child, O monster, sáve!
Better the sacrificing knife,
Plung’d in her bosom, end that life

Thy fatal passion gave.

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