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Around from all the neighb'ring streets,

The wond'ring neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits,

To bite so good a inan.

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The wound it seem'd both fore and fad,

To ev'ry christian eye ;
And while they swore the dog was mad,

They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,

That shew'd the rogues they lyd, The man recover'd of the bite,

The dog it was that dy'd.

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When lovely woman ftoops to folly,

And finds too late that men betray, What charm can footh her melancholy,

What art can wash her guilt away?

The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from ev'ry eye, To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom-is to die.

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REV. HENRY GOLDSMIT H.

Dear Sir,

IAM

A M sensible that the friendship between us can acquire no new force from the ceremonies of a Dedication; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to :ny attempts, which you decline giving with your own. But as a part of this Poem was formerly written to you from Switzerland, the whole can now, with propriety, be only infcribed to you. It will also throw a light upon many parts of it, when the reader understands, that it is addressed to a man, who despising Fame and Fortune has retired early to Happiness and Obscurity, with an income of forty pounds a year.

I now perceive, my dear brother, the wisdom of your humble choice. You have entered upon a sacred office, where the harvest is great, and the labourers are but

while you have left the field of Ambition, where the labourers are many, and the harvest not worth carrying away. But of all kinds of ambition, what from the refinement of the times, from different systems of criticism, and from the divisions of party, that which pursues poetical fame is the wildest.

Poetry makes a principal amusement among unpolished nations; but in a country verging to the extremes of refinement, Painting and Music come in for a share. As thefe offer the feeble mind a less laborious entertainment, they at first rival Poetry, and at length

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supplant her; they engross all that favour once shewn to her, and though but younger sisters, seize upon the elder's birth-right.

YET, however this art may be neglected by the powerful, it is still in greater danger from the mistaken efforts of the learned to improve it. What criticisms have we not heard of late in favour of blank verse, and Pindaric odes, choruites, anapefts and iambics, alliterative care and happy negligence! Every absurdity has now a chani pion to defend it, and as he is generally much in the wrong, so he has always much to say; for error is ever talkative.

But there is an enemy to this art still more dangerous, I mean Party. Party entirely distorts the judgment, and destroys the taste. When the mind is once infected with this disease, it can only find pleasure in what contributes to increase the distemper. Like the tyger that feldom desists from pursuing man after having once preyed upon human flesh, the reader who has once gratified his appetite with calumny, makes ever after, the most agreeable feast upon murdered reputation. Such readers generally admire some half-witted thing, who wants to be thought a bold man, having lost the character of a wife

Him they dignify with the name of poet; his tawdry lampoons are called satires, his turbulence is said to be force, and his phrenzy fire.

What reception a poem may find, which has neither abuse, party, nor blank verse to support it, I cannot tell, nor am I solicitous to know. My aims are right.-Without espoosing the cause of any party, I have attempted to moderate the rage of all. I have endeavour

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ed to shew, that there may be equal happiness in states, that are differently governed from our own; that every ftate has a particular principle of happiness, and that this principle in each may be carried to a mischievous excess. There are few can judge better than yourself, how far thefe positions are illustrated in this Poem.

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Dear Sir,

YOUR MOST AFFECTIONATE BROTHER,

OLIVER GOLDSMIT H.

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