'Tis highly prudent to make one sure friend; And that thou canst not do, this side the skies.

Ye sons of earth! (nor willing to be more!) Since verse you think from priestcraft somewhat free, Thus, in an age so gay, the muse plain truths

(Truths, which, at church, you might have heard in

prose),

Has ventured into light; well pleased the verse
Should be forgot, if you the truths retain;

And crown her with your welfare, not your praise.
But praise she need not fear: I see my fate;
And headlong leap, like CURTIUS, down the gulf.
Since many an ample volume, mighty tome,
Must die; and die unwept; O thou minute,
Devoted page! go forth among thy foes;
Go, nobly proud of martyrdom for truth,
And die a double death. Mankind incensed,
Denies thee long to live: nor shalt thou rest,
When thou art dead: in Stygian shades arraign'd
By LUCIFER, as traitor to his throne;

And bold blasphemer of his friend,-the World:
The world, whose legions cost him slender pay,
And volunteers around his banner swarm:
Prudent, as PRUSSIA, in her zeal for GAUL.

"Are all, then, fools?" LORENZO cries.-Yes, all, But such as hold this doctrine (new to thee); "The mother of true wisdom, is the will:" The noblest intellect, a fool without it. World-wisdom much has done, and more may do, In arts and sciences, in wars and peace:

But art and science, like thy wealth, will leave thee,

And make thee twice a beggar at thy death.
This is the most indulgence can afford ;—
"Thy wisdom all can do, but—make thee wise.”
Nor think this censure is severe on thee:
Satan, thy master, I dare call a dunce.

DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL R.A ENGRAVED BY F. ENGLEHEART: PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, PICCADILLY

his is the mos Thy wisdom a Noe think this atin, thy mast

The miser earths his treasure, and the thief,
Watching the mole, half-beggars him ere noon.

THE

CONSOLATION.

NIGHT IX.

DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL RA ENGRAVED BY F. ENGLEHEART PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, PICCADILLY