Points to inscriptions wherefoe'er they tread, Models of Herculanean pots and pans; Strange the recital! from whatever caufe His great improvement and new lights he draws, The fquire, once bashful, is shame-fac'd no more, But teems with pow'rs he never felt before; Whether increas'd momentum, and the force With which from clime to clime he fped his courfe, (As axles fometimes kindle as they go) Chaf'd him, and brought dull nature to a glow; Or whether clearer fkies and fofter air, That make Italian flow'rs fo fweet and fair, Fresh'ning his lazy fpirits as he ran, By fhrugs, and strange contortions of his face, Though bufy, trifling; empty, though refin'd; While learning, once the man's exclusive pride, Seems verging faft towards the female fide. Learning itself, receiv'd into a mind By nature weak, or viciously inclin'd, Where children would with eafe difcern the way. To cheat themselves and gain the world's affent, The worst is scripture warp'd from its intent. The carriage bowls along, and all are pleas'd, If Tom be fober, and the wheels well greas'd; But, if the rogue have gone a cup too far, Left out his linch-pin, or forgot his tar, It fuffers interruption and delay, way. And meets with hindrance in the smootheft The will made fubject to a lawless force, And judgment drunk, and brib'd to lose his way, Winks hard, and talks of darkness at noon-day. A critic on the facred book fhould be Candid and learn'd, difpaffionate and free; How fhall I speak thee, or thy pow'r address, Thou god of our idolatry, the prefs? By thee, religion, liberty, and laws, Exert their influence, and advance their cause; Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wife; Knowledge of good and evil is from thee. No wild enthufiaft ever yet could rest Till half mankind were like himself poffefs'd. Philofophers, who darken and put out Eternal truth by everlasting doubt; Church quacks, with paffions under no command, Who fill the world with doctrines contraband, Discov'rers of they know not what, confin'd Within no bounds-the blind that lead the blind; To ftreams of popular opinion drawn, Depofit in those shallows all their spawn. The wriggling fry foon fill the creeks around, E'en Leuwenhoeck himself would stand aghast, From ev'ry hair-brain'd profelyte he makes; |