404:01,000@@@@@| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,001[A ]| Pardon me, Vertue, whatsoever thou art, 404:01,002[A ]| (For$3$ sure thou of the God-head art a part, 404:01,003[A ]| And all that$6#1$ is of him must be 404:01,004[A ]| The very Deity.) 404:01,005[A ]| Pardon, if I in$4$ ought did thee blaspheme, 404:01,006[A ]| Or injure thy pure Sacred Name: 404:01,007[A ]| Accept unfeigned Repentance, Prayers and Vows, 404:01,008[A ]| The best Atonement of my penitent humble Muse, 404:01,009[A ]| The best that$6#1$ Heaven requires, or Mankind can produce. 404:01,010[A ]| All my Attempts hereafter shall at thy Devotion be, 404:01,011[A ]| Ready to$9$ consecrate my Ink and very Blood to$4$ thee. 404:01,012[A ]| Forgive me, ye blest Souls that$6#1$ dwell above, 404:01,013[A ]| Where you by$4$ its reward the worth of Vertue prove. 404:01,014[A ]| Forgive (if you can do it) who$6#1$ know no$2$ Passion now but Love. 404:01,015[A ]| And you unhappy happy few, 404:01,016[A ]| Who$6#1$ strive with Life, and Humane Miseries below, 404:01,017[A ]| Forgive me too, 404:01,018[A ]| If I ought disparaged them, or else discouraged you. 404:01,019[A ]| Blest Vertue! whose Almighty Power 404:01,020[A ]| Does to$4$ our fallen Race restore 404:01,021[A ]| All that$6#1$ in$4$ Paradise we lost, and more, 404:01,022[A ]| Lifts us to$4$ Heaven, and makes us be 404:01,023[A ]| The heirs and Image of the Deity. 404:01,024[A ]| Soft gentle Yoak! which$6#1$ none but resty Fools refuse, 404:01,025[A ]| Which$6#1$ before Freedom I would ever chuse. 404:01,026[A ]| Easie are all the Bonds that$6#1$ are imposed by$4$ thee; 404:01,027[A ]| Easie as those of Lovers are, 404:01,028[A ]| (If I with ought less pure may thee compare) 404:01,029[A ]| Nor do they force, but only guide our Liberty: 404:01,030[A ]| By$4$ such soft ties are Spirits above confined; 404:01,031[A ]| So$5#1$ gentle is the Chain which$6#1$ them to$4$ Good does bind. 404:01,032[A ]| Sure Card, whereby this frail and tottering Bark we steer 404:01,033[A ]| Through Life's tempestuous Ocean here; 404:01,034[A ]| Through all the tossing Waves of Fear, 404:01,035[A ]| And dangerous Rocks of black Despair. 404:01,036[A ]| Safe in$4$ thy Conduct unconcerned we move, 404:01,037[A ]| Secure from all the threatning Storms that$6#1$ blow, 404:01,038[A ]| From all Attacks of Chance below, 404:01,039[A ]| And reach the certain Haven of Felicity above. 404:01,040[A ]| Best Mistress of our Souls! whose Charms and Beauties last, 404:01,041[A ]| And are by$4$ very Age increast, 404:01,042[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ all other Glories are defaced. 404:01,043[A ]| Thou art thy own Dowry, and a greater far 404:01,044[A ]| Than All the Race of Woman-kind ever brought, 404:01,045[A ]| Though each of them like$4$ the first Wife were fraught, 404:01,046[A ]| And half the Universe did for$4$ her Portion share. 404:01,047[A ]| That$6#2$ tawdry Sex, which$6#1$ giddy senseless we 404:01,048[A ]| Through Ignorance so$5#1$ vainly Deifie, 404:01,049[A ]| Are all but glorious Brutes when un-endowed with thee. 404:01,050[A ]| It is Vice alone, the truer Jilt, and worse, 404:01,051[A ]| In$4$ whose Enjoyment though we find 404:01,052[A ]| A flitting Pleasure, yet it leaves behind 404:01,053[A ]| A Pain and Torture in$4$ the Mind, 404:01,054[A ]| And claps the wounded Conscience with incurable Remorse, 404:01,055[A ]| Or else betrays us to$4$ the great Trepans of Humane Kind. 404:01,056[A ]| It is Vice, the greater Thraldom, harder Drudgery, 404:01,057[A ]| Whereby deposing Reason from its gentle Sway, 404:01,058[A ]| (That$6#2$ rightful Sovereign which$6#1$ we should obey) 404:01,059[A ]| We undergo a various Tyranny, 404:01,060[A ]| And to$4$ un-numbered servile Passions Homage pay. 404:01,061[A ]| The with Aegyptian Rigor us enslave, 404:01,062[A ]| And govern with unlimited Command; 404:01,063[A ]| They make us endless Toil pursue, 404:01,064[A ]| And still their doubled Tasks renew, 404:01,065[A ]| To$9$ push on$5$ our too hasty Fate, and build our Grave, 404:01,066[A ]| Or which$6#1$ is worse, to$9$ keep us from the Promised Land. 404:01,067[A ]| Nor may we think our Freedom to$9$ retrieve, 404:01,068[A ]| We struggle with our heavy Yoak in$4$ vain: 404:01,069[A ]| In$4$ vain we strive to$9$ break that$6#2$ Chain, 404:01,070[A ]| Unless a Miracle relieve; 404:01,071[A ]| Unless the Almighty Wand enlargement give, 404:01,072[A ]| We never must expect Delivery, 404:01,073[A ]| Till Death, the universal Writ of Ease, does set us free. 404:01,074[A ]| Some sordid Avarice in$4$ Vassallage confines, 404:01,075[A ]| Like$4$ Roman Slaves condemned to$4$ the Mines; 404:01,076[A ]| These are in$4$ its harsh Bridewel lashed and punished, 404:01,077[A ]| And with hard Labour scarce can earn their Bread. 404:01,078[A ]| Others Ambition, that$6#2$ Imperious Dame, 404:01,079[A ]| Exposes cruelly, like$4$ Gladiators, here 404:01,080[A ]| Upon$4$ the World's Great Theatre. 404:01,081[A ]| Through Dangers and through Blood they wade to$4$ Fame, 404:01,082[A ]| To$9$ purchase grinning Honor and an empty Name. 404:01,083[A ]| And some by$4$ Tyrant-Lust are Captive led, 404:01,084[A ]| And with false Hopes of Pleasure fed; 404:01,085[A ]| Till tired with Slavery to$4$ their own Desires, 404:01,086[A ]| Life's over-charged Lamp goes out, and in$4$ a Snuff expires. 404:01,087[A ]| Consider we the little Arts of Vice, 404:01,088[A ]| The Stratagems and Artifice 404:01,089[A ]| Whereby she does attract her Votaries: 404:01,090[A ]| All those Allurements and those Charms 404:01,091[A ]| Which$6#1$ pimp Transgressors to$4$ her Arms, 404:01,092[A ]| Are but foul Paint, and counterfeit Disguise, 404:01,093[A ]| To$9$ palliate her own concealed Deformities, 404:01,094[A ]| And for$4$ false empty Joys betrays us to$4$ true solid Harms. 404:01,095[A ]| In$4$ vain she would her Dowry boast, 404:01,096[A ]| Which$6#1$ clogged with Legacies we never gain, 404:01,097[A ]| But with unvaluable Cost; 404:01,098[A ]| Which$6#1$ got we never can retain; 404:01,099[A ]| But must the greatest part be lost, 404:01,100[A ]| To$4$ the great Bubbles, Age or Chance, again. 404:01,101[A ]| It is vastly over-balanced by$4$ the Joynture which$6#1$ we make, 404:01,102[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ our Lives, our Souls, our All is set at Stake. 404:01,103[A ]| Like$4$ silly Indians, foolish we 404:01,104[A ]| With a known Cheat, a losing Traffick hold, 404:01,105[A ]| Whilst led by$4$ an ill-judging Eye, 404:01,106[A ]| We admire a trifling Pageantry, 404:01,107[A ]| And merchandize our Jewels and our Gold, 404:01,108[A ]| For$4$ worthless Glass and Beads, or an Exchange's Frippery. 404:01,109[A ]| If we a while maintain the expensive Trade, 404:01,110[A ]| Such mighty Impost on$4$ the Cargo is laid, 404:01,111[A ]| Such a vast Custom to$9$ be paid, 404:01,112[A ]| We are forced at last like$4$ wretched Bankrupts to$9$ give out, 404:01,113[A ]| Clapt up$5$ by$4$ Death, and in$4$ Eternal Durance shut. 404:01,114[A ]| What art thou, Fame, for$4$ which$6#1$ so$5#1$ eagerly we strive? 404:01,115[A ]| What art thou but an empty Shade 404:01,116[A ]| By$4$ the Reflection of our Actions made? 404:01,117[A ]| Thou, unlike others, never followest us alive; 404:01,118[A ]| But, like$4$ a Ghost, walkest only after we are dead. 404:01,119[A ]| Posthumous Toy! vain after-Legacy! 404:01,120[A ]| Which$6#1$ only ours can be, 404:01,121[A ]| When we ourselves no$2$ more are we! 404:01,122[A ]| Fickle as vain! who$6#1$ dost on$4$ vulgar Breath depend, 404:01,123[A ]| Which$6#1$ we by$4$ dear Experience find 404:01,124[A ]| More changeable, more veering than the unconstant Wind. 404:01,125[A ]| What art thou, Gold, that$6#1$ cheatest the Miser's Eyes? 404:01,126[A ]| Which$6#1$ he does so$5#1$ devoutly idolize; 404:01,127[A ]| For$4$ whom he all his Rest and Ease does sacrifice. 404:01,128[A ]| It is Use alone can all thy Value give, 404:01,129[A ]| And he from that$6#2$ no$2$ Benefit can ever receive. 404:01,130[A ]| Curst Minerall! near Neighbouring Hell begot, 404:01,131[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the Infection of thy damned Neighbourhood hast brought. 404:01,132[A ]| Thou Bawd to$4$ Murthers, Rapes and Treachery, 404:01,133[A ]| And every greater Name of Villany; 404:01,134[A ]| From thee they all derive their Stock and Pedigree. 404:01,135[A ]| Thou the lewd World with all its crying Crimes dost store, 404:01,136[A ]| And hardly wilt allow the Devil the cause of more. 404:01,137[A ]| And what is Pleasure which$6#1$ does most beguile? 404:01,138[A ]| That$6#2$ Syren which$6#1$ betrays us with a flattering Smile. 404:01,139[A ]| We listen to$4$ the treacherous Harmony, 404:01,140[A ]| Which$6#1$ sings but our own Obsequy, 404:01,141[A ]| The Danger unperceived till Death draw nigh; 404:01,142[A ]| Till drowning we want Power to$9$ escape the fatal Enemy. 404:01,143[A ]| How frantick is the wanton Epicure! 404:01,144[A ]| Who$6#1$ a perpetual Surfeit will$1$ endure? 404:01,145[A ]| Who$6#1$ places all his chiefest Happiness 404:01,146[A ]| In$4$ the Extravagancies of Excess, 404:01,147[A ]| Which$6#1$ wise Sobriety esteems but a Disease? 404:01,148[A ]| O mighty envied Happiness to$9$ eat! 404:01,149[A ]| Which$6#1$ fond mistaken Sots call Great! 404:01,150[A ]| Poor Frailty of our Flesh! which$6#1$ we each day 404:01,151[A ]| Must thus repair for$4$ fear of ruinous Decay! 404:01,152[A ]| Degrading of our Nature, where vile Brutes are fain 404:01,153[A ]| To$9$ make and keep up$5$ Man! 404:01,154[A ]| Which$6#1$, when the Paradise above we gain, 404:01,155[A ]| Heaven thinks too great an Imperfection to$9$ retain! 404:01,156[A ]| By$4$ each Disease the sickly Joy is destroyed; 404:01,157[A ]| At every Meal it is nauseous and cloyed, 404:01,158[A ]| Empty at best, as when in$4$ Dream enjoyed; 404:01,159[A ]| When, cheated by$4$ a slumbering Imposture, we 404:01,160[A ]| Fancy a Feast, and great Regalio is by$5$; 404:01,161[A ]| And think we taste, and think we see, 404:01,162[A ]| And riot on$4$ imaginary Luxury. 404:01,163[A ]| Grant me, O Vertue, thy more solid lasting Joy; 404:01,164[A ]| Grant me the better Pleasures of the Mind, 404:01,165[A ]| Pleasures, which$6#1$ only in$4$ pursuit of thee we find, 404:01,166[A ]| Which$6#1$ Fortune can not marr, nor Chance destroy. 404:01,167[A ]| One Moment in$4$ thy blest Enjoyment is 404:01,168[A ]| Worth an Eternity of that$6#2$ tumultuous Bliss, 404:01,169[A ]| Which$6#1$ we derive from Sense, 404:01,170[A ]| Which$6#1$ often cloys, and must resign to$4$ Impotence. 404:01,171[A ]| Grant me but this, how will$1$ I triumph in$4$ my happy State? 404:01,172[A ]| Above the Changes and Reverse of Fate; 404:01,173[A ]| Above her Favors and her Hate. 404:01,174[A ]| I will$1$ scorn those worthless Treasures of Peru, 404:01,175[A ]| And those of the other Indies too. 404:01,176[A ]| I will$1$ pity Caesar's Self with all his Trophies and his Fame, 404:01,177[A ]| And the vile brutish herd of Epicures contemn, 404:01,178[A ]| And all the Under-shrievalties of Life not worth a Name. 404:01,179[A ]| Nor will$1$ I only owe my Bliss, 404:01,180[A ]| Like$4$ others, to$4$ a Multitude, 404:01,181[A ]| Where Company keeps up$5$ a forced Happiness; 404:01,182[A ]| Should all Mankind surcease to$9$ live, 404:01,183[A ]| And none but individual I survive, 404:01,184[A ]| Alone I would be happy, and enjoy my Solitude. 404:01,185[A ]| Thus shall my Life in$4$ pleasant Minutes wear, 404:01,186[A ]| Calm as the Minutes of the Evening are, 404:01,187[A ]| And gentle as the motions of the upper Air; 404:01,188[A ]| Soft as my Muse, and unconfined as she, 404:01,189[A ]| When flowing in$4$ the Numbers of Pindarique Liberty. 404:01,190[A ]| And when I see pale gastly Death appear, 404:01,191[A ]| That$6#2$ grand inevitable Test which$6#1$ all must bear, 404:01,192[A ]| Which$6#1$ best distinguishes the blest and wretched here; 404:01,193[A ]| I will$1$ smile at all its Horrors, court my welcome Destiny, 404:01,194[A ]| And yield my willing Soul up$5$ in$4$ an easie Sigh; 404:01,195[A ]| And Epicures that$6#1$ see shall envy and confess, 404:01,196[A ]| That$3$ I, and those who$6#1$ dare like$4$ me be good, the chiefest Good possess.