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defence in each profession, Sure self-defence is no transgression. The little portion in my hands, By good security on lands, Is well increased. If unawares, My justice to myself and heirs, Hath let my debtor rot in jail, For want of good sufficient bail; If I by writ, or bond, or deed, Reduced a family to need, _20 My will hath made the world amends; My hope on charity depends. When I am numbered with the dead, And all my pious gifts are read, By heaven and earth 'twill then be known My charities were amply shown' An angel came. 'Ah, friend!' he cried, 'No more in flattering hope confide. Can thy good deeds in former times Outweigh the balance of thy crimes? _30 What widow or what orphan prays To crown thy life with length of days? A pious action's in thy power, Embrace with joy the happy hour. Now, while you draw the vital air, Prove your intention is sincere. This instant give a hundred pound; Your neighbours want, and you abound.' 'But why such haste?' the sick man whines; 'Who knows as yet what Heaven designs? _40 Perhaps I may recover still; That sum and more are in my will? 'Fool,' says the vision, 'now 'tis plain, Your life, your soul, your heaven was gain, From every side, with all your might, You scraped, and scraped beyond your right; And after death would fain atone, By giving what is not your own.' 'While there is life, there's hope,' he cried; 'Then why such haste?' so groaned and died. _50 * * * * * FABLE XXVIII. THE PERSIAN, THE SUN, AND THE CLOUD. Is there a bard whom genius fires, Whose every thought the god inspires? When Envy reads the nervous lines, She frets, she rails, she raves, she pines; Her hissing snakes with venom swell; She calls her venal train from hell: The servile fiends her nod obey, And all Curl's[4] authors are in pay, Fame calls up calumny and spite. Thus shadow owes its birth to light. _10 As prostrate to the god of day, With heart devout, a Persian lay, His invocation thus begun: 'Parent of light, all-seeing Sun, Prolific beam, whose rays dispense The various gifts of providence, Accept our praise, our daily prayer, Smile on our fields, and bless the year.' A cloud, who mocked his grateful tongue, The day with sudden darkness hung; _20 With pride and envy swelled, aloud
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