Jones teach me modesty and Greek,
Smith how to think, Burke how to speak,

And Beauclerc to converse.

Let Johnson teach me how to place
In fairest light each borrow'd grace ;

From him I'll learn to write ;
Copy his clear familiar style,
And from the roughness of his file,


none can

Bishop Corbet* to his Son Vincent

Corbet, two Years of Age. W

HAT I shall leave thee

But all shall say I wish you
I wish thee, Vin. before all wealth,
Both bodily and ghostly health :


well ;

* Made Bishop of Norwich in 1632.

Not too much wealth or wit come to thee
Too much of either may undo thee.
I wish thec learning, not for show,
Enough for to instruct and know ;
Not such as gentlemen require,
To prate at table and at fire.
I wish thee all thy mother's graces,
Thy father's fortunes and his places.
I wish thee friends, and one at Court,
Not to build on, but fupport ;
To keep thee not in doing many
Oppressions, but from sufforing any.
I wish thee peace in all thy ways,
Nor lazy nor contentious days :
And when thy soul and body party,
As innocent as now thou art.,

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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,
But calmly bear the allotted ills of life :
Not from thy station treacherously withdraw,
Align'd by Heaven's inviolable law.

SUICIDE. ** With grief with pain, with poverty opo

prest, No

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,
Self-murder surely is a fouler deed,
And death eternal must that crime fucceed.
For mercy's self, though eager to relent,
Expects, at least, our crimes we should re-

And what atonement can the wretch devise,
Who wilfully affronts his God-mand dies.
Then yield not, coward like, to transient

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,



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