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ADVERSITY.

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ESCHYLUS, in Agamemnont.

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Whofe iron fcourge, and tort'ring hour,

The bad affright, afflict the best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain,

The proud are taught to taste of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When

When first thy Sire to fend on earth
Virtue, his darling child, defign'd
To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged nurfe! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year the bore:
What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know,

And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others

woe.

Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy,

And leave us leifure to be good,

Light they difperfe; and with them go
The fummer-friend, the flatt'ring foe;

By vain Prosperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again

believ❜d.

Wisdom

Wisdom in fable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,

And Melancholy, filent maid

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy folemn steps attend :

Warm Charity, the general friend,

With Juftice to herself fevere,

And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear.

Oh, gently on thy fuppliant's head,

Dread Goddess, lay thy chaft'ning hand!

Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,

Nor circled with the vengeful band

(As by the impious thou art feen)

With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning

mien,

With screaming Horror's funeral cry,

Defpair, and fell Disease, and ghaftly Poverty.

Thy

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