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All my ambition is, I own, To profit and to please unknown; Like streams supplied from springs below, Which scatter blessings as they go. - [Ambition] Be mine that silent calm repast, A conscience cheerful to the last: That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root; That friend which never fails the just, When other friends desert their trust. - [Conscience] Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs, We who improve his golden hours, By sweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good A paradise below. - [Marriage] 'Tis reason's part To govern and to guard the heart, To lull the wayward soul to rest, When hopes and fears distract the breast; Reason may calm this doubtful strife, And steer thy bark through various life. - [Reason] Yet still we hug the dear deceit. - [Deceit] If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow, From our own selves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut,--our home. - The Fireside [Happiness] We'll therefore relish with content, Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r; For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudent to enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour. - The Fireside (st. 10) [Contentment] To be resign'd when ills betide, Patient when favours are denied, And pleased with favours given;-- Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part, That is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to heaven. - The Fireside (st. 11) [Resignation] To-morrow, didst thou say? Methought I heard Horatio say, To-morrow! Go to--I will not hear it. To-morrow! 'Tis a sharper--who stakes his penury Against thy plenty--takes thy ready cash, And pays thee naught but wishes, hopes, and promises, The currency of idiots--injurious bankrupt, That gulls the easy creditor! - To-morrow [Tomorrow] Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. - To-morrow (l. 36) [Angels] I stew all night in my own grease. - Virgil Travestie (p. 35), (ed. 1807) [Punishment]
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