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The heart's insanity admits no cure.
Enrag'd the more, by what might have reform'd
His horrible intent, again he fought
Destruction, with a zeal to be destroy'd,
With sounding whip and rowels dy'd in blood.
But still in vain. The Providence that meant
A longer date to the far nobler beast,
Spar'd yet again th'ignobler for his fake.
And now, his prowess prov'd, and his sincere
Incurable obduracy evinc'd,
His rage grew cool; and, pleas'd perhaps t' have earn'd
So cheaply the renown of that attempt,
With looks of some complacence he resum'd
His road, deriding much the blank amaze
Of good Evander, still where he was left
Fixt motionless, and petrified with dread.
So on they far'd; discourse on other themes
Ensuing, feem'd to obliterate the past,
And tamer far for so much fury shown,
(As is the course of rash and fiery men

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The rude companion smil'd, as if transform’d.
But 'twas a transient calm. A storm was near,
An unsuspected storm. His hour was come.
The impious challenger of Pow'r divine
Was now to learn, that Heav'n, though now to wrath,
Is never with impunity defied.
His horse, as he had caught his master's mood,
Snorting, and starting into sudden rage,

Unbidden, and not now to be contrould,
Rush'd to the cliff, and having reach'd it, stood.
At once the shock unseated him : he flew
Sheer o'er the craggy barrier, and immers'd
Deep in the food, found, when he fought it not,
The death he had desery'd, and died alone.
So God wrought double justice ; made the fool
The victim of his own tremendous choice,
And taught a brute the way to safe revenge.

I would not enter on my list of friends (Though grac’d with polish'd manners and fine sense,


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Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
An inadvertent step may crush the fnail
That crawls at evening in the public path;
But he that has. Humanity, forewarn'd,
Will tread aside, and let the reptile live.
The creeping vermin, loathsome to the fight,
And charg'd perhaps with venom, that intrudes,
A visitor unwelcome, into scenes
Sacred to neatness and repose, th' alcove,
The chamber, or refectory, may die :
A necessary act incurs no blame.
Not fo, when held within their proper bounds,
And guiltless of offence, they range the air,
Or take their paftime in the spacious field:
There they are privileg'd ; and he that hunts
Or harms them there, is guilty of a wrong,
Disturbs th’æconomy of nature's realm,
Who, when she form’d, design'd them an abode;
The fum is this : If man's convenience, health,


Or safety interfere, his rights and claims
Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs.
Else they are all the meanest things that are,
As free to live, and to enjoy that life,
As God was free to form them at the first,
Who, in his sow'reign wisdom, made them all.
Ye therefore who love


To love it too. The spring-time of our years
Is soon dishonour'd and defil'd in most
By budding ills, that ask a prudent hand
To check them. But, alas ! none fooner shoots,
If unrestrain'd, into luxuriant growth,
Than cruelty, most dev'lish of them all.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule
And righteous limitation of its act,
By which Heav'n moves in pard’ning guilty mans
And he that shows none, being ripe in years,
And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn,

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Distinguin'd Distinguish'd much by reason, and still more By our capacity of grace divine, From creatures that exist but for our fake, Which having serv'd us, perish, we are held Accountable, and God, fome future day, Will reckon with us roundly for th' abuse Of what he deems no mean or trivial trust. Superior as we are, they yet depend Not more on human help, than we on theirs. Their strength, or speed, or vigilance, were giv'n In aid of our defects. In some are found Such teachable and apprehensive parts, That man's attainments in his own concerns, Match'd with th' expertness of the brutes in theirs, Are oft-tiines vanquish'd and thrown far behind. Some show that nice sagacity of smell, And read with such discernment, in the port And figure of the man, his secret aim, That oft we owe our safety to a skill We could not teach, and must despair to learn.


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