Heard at conventicle, where worthy men, Grow wanton, and give proof to ev'ry eye— Now this is fulfome; and offends me more And And ruftic coarsenefs would. An heav'nly mind May be indiff'rent to her house of clay, And flight the hovel as beneath her care; And queint in its deportment and attire, He that negotiates between God and man, To court a grin, when you should woo a foul; Pathetic exhortation; and t' addrefs The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When fent with God's commiffion to the heart. So did not Paul. Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all he ever wrote, And I consent you take it for your text, No: he was ferious in a serious caufe, And understood too well the weighty terms, That he had ta'en in charge. He would not stoop To conquer those by jocular exploits, Whom truth and soberness affail'd in vain. Oh, popular applaufe! what heart of man But fwell'd into a guft-who then, alas! And therefore heedlefs, can withstand thy power? And craving poverty; and in the bow Is oft too welcome, and may much disturb In language foft as adoration breathes? ལྟ་ Ah spare your idol! think him human still. All truth is from the fempiternal fource But falfely. Sages after fages ftrove, Pure from the lees, which often more enhanc'd The thirst than flak'd it, and not feldom bred In vain they push'd enquiry to the birth And spring-time of the world; afk'd, whence is man ? Why form'd at all? And wherefore as he is? Where muft he find his Maker? With what rites. Adore him? Will he hear, accept, and blefs? Or does he fit regardless of his works? Or does the tomb take all? If he furvive His afhes, where? and in what weal or woe? A Deity could folve. Their anfwers vague, Left them as dark themselves. Their rules of life- To bind the roving appetite, and lead Blind nature to a God not yet reveal'd. 'Tis Revelation fatisfies all doubts, Explains all myfteries, except her And fo illuminates the path of life, own, That fools difcover it, and ftray no more. My man of morals, nurtur'd in the fhades Of |