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To my Self.
Maria, now, leave all that thou hast lov'd,And be, no more, by outward Objects mov'd.
Quit the vain World, and its alluring Toys,
Its airy Pleasures, and fictitious Joys.
False are the Colours, high is the Deceit,
And that, which fairest seems, the greatest Cheat.
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And guide thy future Aims by Reason's Eye.
No more let Sense the radiant Queen depose,
Or the fair Monarch her just Sceptre lose.
Let Her mild Dictates bend thy stubborn Will,
And keep thy wild impetuous Passions still:
Let gentle Prudence her soft Pow'r exert,
And curb the Transports of thy foolish Heart.
Tempestuous Anger, and tumultuous Joy,
Both are uncomely, both the Health destroy.
These, and all others of the ardent Kind,
Are prejudicial to a peaceful Mind,
Then, shun extremes, and calmly bear thy Fate,
Not too dejected, nor too much elate.
If thy kind Lord a prosp'rous Lot has giv'n,
Bless the Indulgence of all-bounteous Heav'n.
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And should think fit to call his Favours home;
Humbly submit to the divine Decree,
None but himself his wise Designs can see.
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