Bliss! sublunary bliss! Proud words and vain! What numbers, once in Fortune's lap high-fed, Solicit the cold hand of Charity! STE 25780 a sh To shock us more, solicit it in vain tedi sH Be AT wise touar to-day; tis madness to defer; Procrastination is the thief of time; the thief of time; o'er va Year after year it steals, fill all arened song th fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal state. ; nevsed of rod yodi noası jedw T* 'thirty man suspects himself a fool word bak "At Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; amit ni 18 to,duh wri-bow ow 'cili nd W Qtime than gold more sacred; more a'load' Than lead to fools! Its loss we dearly buy Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. : lioe bodarstw all to b'omens stom lite Guard well thy thought; our thoughts are heard in heaven. Life's cares are comforts: such by Heav'n design'd; He that has none, must make them, or be wretched. The man who consecrates his hours By vig'rous effort, and an honest aim, 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men experience call. To hope the best is pious, brave, and wise! Wishing, of all employments, is the worst: Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? Shall we, shall aged men, like aged trees, Shall our pale wither'd hands, be still stretch'd out, Trembling, at once, with eagerness and age? With avarice and convulsions, grasping hard? Man wants but little; nor that little, long. 'Tis impious in a good man to be sad. A CHRISTIAN is the highest stile of man : Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Fondness for fame is avarice of air. The world's infectious; few bring back at eve, We see, we hear, with peril; safety dwells Genius, too hard for right, can prove it wrong, And loves to boast, where blush men less inspir'd. By night, an atheist half believes a GOD. "Oh! let me die his death!" all nature cries; "Then live his life."-All nature falters there. Tho' grey our heads, our thoughts and aims are green; Like damag'd clocks, whose hand and bell dissent; Folly sings six, while nature points out twelve But peace begins just where ambition ends! She comes too meanly drest to win our smile, LEA Unknowing what our mortal state admits, When such friends part, 'tis the survivor dies... His nature no man can o'er-rate; and none If wanting worth, give infamy renown. giv If wrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain. Right ends and means make wisdom; worldlytwise Is but half-witted at its highest praise. Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth. Consider man as an immortal being, And wretched; Reason weeps at the survey. Conscience of guit is prophecy of pain. Admit a GOD, all other wonders cease: If there is weight in an eternity, Life's little joys go out by one and one, I give him joy, that's awkward at a lie. 'Tis great, 'tis manly, to disdain disguise. And some forgiveness needs the best of friends. From purity of thought, all pleasure springs, Th' ALMIGHTY, from his throne, on earth surveys Nought greater than an honest humble heart. U |