This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1780 edition. Excerpt: ...purposes Assisting angels shall conduct your steps, Bring you to bliss, and crown your days with peace. B J. SS, J. Sb. O that my head were laid, my fad eyes clos'i, And my cold corse wound in my shroud to rest My painsul heart will never cease to beat, Will never know a moment's peace till then. Bum. Would you be happy, leave thisfatal place; Fly from the court's pernicious neighbourhood; Where innocence is sham'd, and blushing modesty Is made the scorner's jest; where hate, deceit, And deadly ruin, wear the masques of beauty, And draw deluded fools with hews of pleasure. J.. Sb. Where should I fly, thus helpless and forlorn Of friends, and all the means of lise bereft? Dunu Belmour, whose friendly care still wakes to serve you, Has found you out a little peacesul resuge, Far from the court and the tumultuous city. Within an ancient forest's ample verge, There stands a lonely but a healthsul dwelling Built for convenience and the use of lise: Around it fallows, meads, and pastures fair, A little garden, and a limpid brook, By nature's own contrivance scem'd difpos'd; No neighbours, but a sew poor simple clowns, Honest and true, with a well meaning priest; No faction, or domestic sury's rage, Did e'er disturb the quiet of that place, When the contending nobles shook the land With York and Lancaster's disputed sway. Your virtue there may sind a fase retreat From the insulting pow'rs of wicked greatness. J. Sb. Can there be so much happiness in store? A cell like that-is all my hopes aspire to. Haste then, and thither let us take a flight, E'er the clouds gather, and the wint'ry Iky Descends in storms to intercept our passage. Dum. Will you then go? You glad my very foul. Banifll your sears, cast al your cares on me; Plenty and ease, and...