A N ESSAY ON VIRTU U E. To the Hon. PHILIP YORKE, Efq. THOU HOU, whom nor honours, wealth, nor youth can spoil With the least vice of each luxuriant foil, Say, YORKE, (for fure, if any, thou canft tell) In fynods faith, and in the fields of fame True churchmen zeal right orthodox ; and hence But have we then no law befides our will ? For to pursue that end must virtue be. Then what is that? not want of power, or fame, Or worlds unnumber'd to applaud his name, But a defire his bleffings to diffuse, And fear left millions fhou'd existence lofe Thousands of funs beyond each other blaze, Orbs roll o'er orbs, and glow with mutual rays; In ev'ry tract of ocean, earth, and skies, Scarce buds a leaf, or fprings the vileft weed, No fruit our palate courts, or flow'r our fimell, The daily bounties of their Maker's care: That all contribute to the general bliss. Nature fo plain this primal law displays, But only flave to folly, vice, and pride; How easy is our yoke! how light our load! } For |