Pleasure, firft, fuccours virtue; in return, Virtue gives pleasure an eternal reign. What, but the pleasure of food, friendship, faith, 645 650 655 "What mean I by thy fall ?"-Thou 'It shortly fee, 66 While pleasure's nature is at large display'd; Already fung her origin, and ends. Thofe glorious ends, by kind, or by degree, 665 Than his full draught of pleasure, from a cask 670 By temperance, by reason unrefin'd? A thousand dæmons lurk within the lee. Drink deep; the deeper, then, the more divine; 675 Angels are angels, from indulgence there; 'Tis unrepenting pleasure makes a god. Doft think thyself a god from other joys? The wrong muft mourn: can heaven's appointments fail ? Heaven bade the foul this mortal frame inspire; With unprecarious flows of vital joy; 685 And, without breathing, man as well might hope “Is virtue, then, and piety the same ?” No; piety is more; 'tis virtue's fource; Good-will to men; nor know they strive to part 'Tis the firft-born of rationality. Confcience, her first law broken, wounded lies; A feign'd affection bounds her utmost power. 690 695 700 Some Some finifter intent taints all he does ; And, in his kindest actions, he 's unkind. On piety, humanity is built; 705 And, on humanity, much happiness ; And yet still more on piety itself. A foul in commerce with her God, is heaven; 710 Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life; The whirls of paffions, and the strokes of heart. A Deity ador'd, is joy advanc'd; A Deity belov'd, is joy matur'd. Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still; Of man, in audience with the Deity. : Who worships the Great God, that instant joins 715 720 725 730 Yet has the her feraglio full of charms; And fuch as age fhall heighten, not impair. Art Art thou dejected? Is thy mind o'ercaft? 733 To chafe thy gloom.-" Go, fix fome weighty truth "Chain down fome paffion; do fome generous good; Teach ignorance to fee, or grief to smile; Correct thy friend; befriend thy greatest foe; 740 "Or with warm heart, and confidence divine, "Spring up, and lay ftrong hold on Him who made thee.' Thy gloom is scatter'd, fprightly fpirits flow; Though wither'd is thy vine, and harp unftrung. Doft call the bowl, the viol, and the dance, A man dejected is a fight as mean. 746 750 755 What cause for triumph, where such ills abound? 760 What for dejection, where prefides a Power, Who call'd us into being to be bleft? So grieve, as conscious, grief may rise to joy ; Moft Moft true, a wife man never will be fad; 765 But neither will fonorous, bubbling mirth, A shallow stream of happiness betray : Too happy to be sportive, he 's ferene. 770 775 Yet wouldst thou laugh (but at thy own expence) This counsel ftrange fhould I prefume to give"Retire, and read thy Bible, to be gay." There truths abound of fovereign aid to peace; Ah! do not prize them lefs, because inspir'd, As thou, and thine, are apt and proud to do. If not infpir'd, that pregnant page had stood, Time's treafure! and the wonder of the wife! Thou think'ft, perhaps, thy foul alone at stake; Alas!-Should men mistake thee for a fool ;What man of tafte for genius, wisdom, truth, Though tender of thy fame, could interpofe? Believe me, fenfe, here, acts a double part, And the true critic is a Chriftian too. 780 But thefe, thou think'ft, are gloomy paths to joy.--True joy in funfhine ne'er was found at first; They, firft, themfelves offend, who greatly please; 785 Heaven fells all pleafure; effort is the price; Thou wilt not take the trouble to be bleft. 790 4 Falfe |