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Can mis'ry raise the grateful heart,
The great Creator's work we view, And trace it out by Wisdom's clue; Nothing is good but what is true. With cautious and with thankful eye We scan the great variety: Each good within our reach we taste, And call our neighbour to the feast. Our souls do generously disown All pleasure that's confin'd to one; The only rational employment Is, to receive and give enjoyment: To every pleasure we attend, Not to enjoy is to offend.
But still, amidst the various crowd Of goods, that call with voices loud Our nat❜ral genius, education, Parents, companions, or our station, Direct us to some single choice, In which we chiefly must rejoice.
Pleasures are ladies-some we court To pass away an hour in sport: We like them all for this or that, For silence some, and some for chat; For every one, as Cowley sings, Or arrows yields, or bows, or strings,
But, after all this rambling life,
Pray mind the tenor of my song;
You've made an early choice, and wise one;
Your lady would not do you wrong;
But still expects to share the time,
Youngster, I've something more to say, To wean you from this itch of play. In his Officiis old Marc Tully, 'Mongst certain points he handles fully (A book I ever must delight in Far beyond all that since is written!)— He tells us there, our parents' praise Their childrens' virtue ought to raise : Their worth and praise should prick us on To labor after like renown.
Who but thy father hath been able,
Bangorian-like your labors crown.
But after all, I know what's in you You'll do't a thousand to one guinea. Time flies-the work and pleasure's great: Begin, before it grows too late. Where the plays stand, the statutes lodge; And dance not, 'till you dance a judge; Then, though you are not half so taper, My Lord, you'll cut a higher caper.
REV. MR. J. STRAIGHT.
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At various times, in various places.
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