As he that slumbers in pavilions graced In coaches, chaises, caravans, and hoys, 510 515 520 525 Much of the power and majesty of God; He swathes about the swelling of the deep, That shines and rests, as infants smile and sleep; Till He that rides the whirlwind, checks the rein, 535 Then all the world of waters sleeps again. Nereids or Dryads, as the fashion leads, Now in the floods, now panting in the meads. Votaries of Pleasure still, where'er she dwells, 540 Oh! grant a poet leave to recommend (A poet fond of Nature and your friend) Her slighted works to your admiring view; Her works must needs excel who fashioned you. Would ye, when rambling in your morning ride, 545 Condemn the prattler, for his idle pains, To waste unheard the music of his strains, And deaf to all the impertinence of tongue, That, while it courts, affronts and does you wrong, 550 Mark well the finished plan without a fault, The seas globose and huge, the o'erarching vault, In gathering plenty yet to be enjoyed, Till Gratitude grew vocal in the praise 555 Of God, beneficent in all His ways; Graced with such wisdom, how would beauty shine! Anticipated rents, and bills unpaid, Force many a shining youth into the shade, 560 565 Sighs o'er the beauties of the charming scene. The warblings of the blackbird, clear and strong, 570 And Cobham's groves, and Windsor's green retreats, When Pope describes them, have a thousand sweets; Poor Jack-no matter who-for when I blame, 575 I pity, and must therefore sink the name, 580 At length, when all had long supposed him dead, My Lord, alighting at his usual place, The Crown, took notice of an ostler's face. Jack knew his friend, but hoped in that disguise 585 590 595 Jack bowed, and was obliged;-confessed 'twas strange, That so retired he should not wish a change, 600 But knew no medium between guzzling beer, And his old stint-three thousand pounds a year. Thus some retire to nourish hopeless woe, Some seeking happiness not found below, 605 Some swayed by fashion, some by deep disgust, 610 For want of powers proportioned to the post: 615 He finds the labours of that state exceed His utmost faculties, severe indeed. 620 'Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace; Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. 625 630 But when his lord would quit the busy road, To taste a joy like that he has bestowed, He proves, less happy than his favoured brute, Thought, to the man that never thinks, may seem 635 But reveries (for human minds will act) Specious in show, impossible in fact, Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, 640 Nor yet the swarms that occupy the brain, Where dreams of dress, intrigue, and pleasure reign; Nor such as useless conversation breeds, Or lust engenders, and indulgence feeds. Whence, and what are we? to what end ordained? 645 What means the drama by the world sustained? Divide the frail inhabitants of earth. Is duty a mere sport, or an employ? Like an intrusted talent, or a toy? 650 Is there, as Reason, Conscience, Scripture say, Cause to provide for a great future day, When, earth's assigned duration at an end, Man shall be summoned and the dead attend? The trumpet-will it sound? the curtain rise? 655 And show the august tribunal of the skies, Where no prevarication shall avail, Where eloquence and artifice shall fail, And Conscience and our Conduct judge us all? 660 Pardon me, ye that give the midnight oil 665 670 Than ye, when happiest, and enlightened most, 675 A mind unnerved, or indisposed to bear 680 685 Skilful alike to seem devout and just, And stab Religion with a sly side-thrust; 690 Nor those of learned philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark; 695 The friend of Truth, the associate of sound Sense, Strong Judgment labouring in the scripture mine, |