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TRuth's lucid Paths the sacred Scriptures shew:
Who tread not them, trace Labyrinths of wo.
Time's but the short duration of a VVink,
VVhen on Immence Eternity we think.
The want of sleep, which wildest Creatures tames,
Men to the height of Madness oft inflames.
The noblest of examples imitate;
And let contentment crown thy blest Estate.
To day we laugh and frolick, and to morrow,
VVe Grunt and Groan upon the Bed of sorrow.
'Tis dangerous to be Great: proud Cedars bow,
VVith Storms which move not humble Shrubs below.
T'insult, or exsult over Misery,
Shews baseness mixt with inhumanity.
Those Lines which some may think impertinent,
By others will be thought most Excellent.
Time, Tide, and Carriers, with the flying Sun,
Will stay for no man, till their Race is run.
Think humbly of your self; no Commendation
Can mount you then, above your proper Station.
Time past who hath forgot; neglects the present;
And fears the future, hath lost all things pleasant.
The Serpents wiles to save your self, embrace;
And others not to harm give the Dove place.