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And echoing praises, such as fiends might earn,
And Folly pays, resound at your return,
A calm succeeds—but Plenty, with her train
Of heart-felt joys, succeeds not soon again,
And years of pining indigence must show
What scourges are the gods that rule below.

Yet man, laborious man, by slow degrees,
(Such is his thirst of opulence and case),
Plies all the sinews of industrious toil,
Gleans up the refuse of the general spoil,
Rebuilds the towers that smoked upon the plain,
And the sun gilds the shining spires again..

Increasing commerce and reviving art Renew the quarrel on the conqueror's part; And the sad lesson must be learn'd once more That wealth within is ruin at the door. What are ye, monarchs, laurell'd heroes, say, But Ætnas of the suffering world ye sway? Sweet Nature, stripp’d of her embroider'd robe, Deplores the wasted regions of her globe; And stands a witness at Truth's awful bar, To prove you there destroyers as ye are.

O place me in some Heaven-protected isle, Where Peace, and Equity, and Freedom smile; Where no volcano pours bis fiery flood, No crested warrior dips bis plume in blood; Where Power secures what Industry has won: Where to succeed is not to be indone; A land that distant tyrants hate in vain, In Britain's isle, beneath a George's reign!

FRIENDSHIP.

Ainicitia nisi inter bonos esse non potest.

Cicero.

1782.

What virtue, or what mental grace,
But men unqualified and base

Will boast it their possession ?
Profusion apes the noble part
Of liberality of heart,

And dulness of discretion.

If every polish'd gem we find,
Illuminating heart or mind,

Provoke to imitation;
No wonder Friendship does the same,
That jewel of the purest flame,

Or rather constellation.

No knave but boldly will pretend
The requisites that form a friend,

A real and a sound one;
Nor any fool he would deceive,
But prove as ready to believe, .
And dream that he had found one.

Candid, and generous, and just,
Boys care but little whom they trust,

An errour soon corrected-
For who but learns in riper years,
That man, when smoothest he appears,

Is most to be suspected?

But here again, a danger lies,
Lest, having misapplied our eyes,

And taken trash for treasure,
We should unwarily conclude
Friendship a false ideal good,

A mere Utopian pleasure.

An acquisition rather rare
Is yet no subject of despair ;

Nor is it wise complaining,
If either on forbidden ground,
Or where it was not to be found,

We sought without attaining:

No friendship will abide the test,
That stands on sordid interest,

Or mean self-love erected;
Nor such as may awhile subsist
Between the sot and sensualist,

For vicious ends connected.

Who seeks a friend, should come disposed To exhibit in full bloom disclosed

The graces and the beauties That form the character he seeks; For 'tis a union that bespeaks

Reciprocated duties.

Mutual attention is implied,
And equal truth on either side,

And constantly supported:
"Tis senseless arrogance to accuse
Another of sinister views,

Our own as much distortod.

But will sincerity suffice?
It is indeed above all price,

And must be made the basis ;
But every virtue of the soul
Must constitute the charming whole,

All shining in their places.

A fretful temper will divide
The closest knot that may be tied,,

By ceaseless sharp corrosion;
A temper passionate and fierce,
May suddenly your joys dispcrsc

At one immense explosion.

In vain the talkative unite
In hopes of permanent delight-

The secret just committed,
Forgetting its important weight,
They drop through mere desire to prate,

And by themselves outwitted.

How bright soe'er the prospect seems,
All thoughts of friendship are but dreams,

If envy chance to creep in;
An envious man, if you succeed,
May prove a dangerous foe indeed,

But not a friend worth keeping.

As Envy pines at good possess'd,
So Jealousy looks forth distress'd

On good that seems approaching;
And, if success his steps attend, .
Discerns a rival in a friend,

And hates him for encroaching.

Hence authors of illustrious name,
(Unless belied by common fame,)

Are sadly prone to quarrel,
To deem the wit a friend displays
A tax upon their own just praise,

And pluck each other's laurel.

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