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Jones teach me modesty and Greek,
And Beauclerc to converse.
Let Johnson teach me how to place
From him I'll learn to write ;
Grow like HIMSELF-POLITE.
Bishop Corbet* to his Son Vincent
Corbet, two Years of Age. W
HAT I shall leave thee
* Made Bishop of Norwich in 1632.
Not too much wealth or wit come to thee
ASH youth, forbear ! O lay that poi.
nard by ;
Nor boldly thus the wrath of Heav'n defy !
Contend not with thy God, in impious ftrife,
SUICIDE. ** With grief with pain, with poverty opo
ray of hope to cheer the tortur'a breast; Or, with ill-fortune, say a wretch has strove; Neglect of friends or pange of sighted
love : What, law commands such 'wretches to en.
dure Those desperate evils, which admit no.cure.”
FRIEND. The first primordial law, by Heaven imprest At men's creation, on the human breast, • The love of life'—which nothing can con.
troul, Till loss of reason stupifies the soul. Self-preservation is God's firm decree ; Can' self-destruction' then from guilt be free?
The fear of death, the stouteft heart appals; Then listen to her voice'tis nature calls Hast thou no offspring; no dear faithful
wife By love, by interest, anxious for thy life? No aged father, or more tender mother ? No friend-more dear than fifter or than bro.
ther? If thou thyfelf canst mock the poinard's
smart, Ah ! plunge not thus the dagger in their
heart. But fay, then, whence these miseries arise, Tho' Man is foolish, God is good and wise ; By whose kind plan, 'tis evident mankind Were for a life of happiness design'd. Thy griefs then spring from luxury and
Thy poverty, perhaps, from cards or dice. Does love, like Werter's, thy fond breast in
spire ? Let reason quench at once th' adulterous fire, Nor think to intrude, amidst the blest above, A foul defild with fiń and guilty love.
As death to murder is by Heaven decreed,
woe, But, like a Christian hero, face thy foe! Dare to be wretched if thou dar'st to sin Lest, when these pains thou'st ended-worfe begin.
Ode on Contentment.
SPARK of pure celestial fire,
Part of all the world's desire,