For love, which fcarce collective man can fill;
For patience, fov'reign o'er tranfmuted ill;
For faith, that panting for a happier seat,
Counts death kind Nature's fignal of retreat :
Thefe goods for man the laws of heav'n ordain,
These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to gain;
With thefe celeftial Wifdom calms the mind,

And makes the happiness fhe does not find.

PROLOGUE.

YE

E glitt'ring Train! whom lace and velvet blefs,
Sulpend the foft folicitudes of drefs;

From grov'ling business and fuperfluous care,
Ye fons of Avarice! a moment spare:
Vot'ries of Fame and worshippers of Pow'r !
Difimifs the pleafing phantoms for an hour.
Our daring Bard, with spirit unconfin'd,
Spreads wide the mighty moral of mankind.
Learn here how Heav'n fupports the virtuous mind,
Daring, tho' calm; and vigorous, though refign'd.
Learn here what anguish racks the guilty breast,
In pow'r dependent, in fuccefs depreft.
Learn here that Peace from Innocence must flow;
All elfe is empty found, and idle show.

If truths like thefe with pleafing language join;
Ennobled, yet unchang'd, if Nature shine:
If no wild draught depart from Reafon's rules,
Nor gode his heroes, nor his lovers fools:
Intriguing wits! his artless plot forgive;
And spare him, beauties! tho' his lovers live.

Be this at least his praise; be this his pride;
To force applause no modern arts are try❜d.
Shou'd partial cat-calls all his hopes confound,
He bids no trumpet quell the fatal found.
Should welcome fleep relieve the weary wit,
He rolls no thunders o'er the drowsy pit,

No

No fnares to captivate the judgment spreads;
Nor bribes your eyes to prejudice your heads.
Unmov'd tho' witlings fneer and rivals rail;
Studious to please, yet not afham'd to fail.
He fcorns the meek address, the fuppliant strain,
With merit needlefs, and without it vain.

In Reason, Nature, Truth he dares to trust :
Ye Fops be filent! and ye Wits be just !

EPILOGUE.