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Poem
November 12, 1762
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A poem imitating the conclusion of Horace's first Epistle, prompted by recent political revolutions in Russia. It advocates seeking wisdom, providence, and inner peace amid the uncertainties of power, death, and fortune, rather than chasing fame or wealth.
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To the Editor of Lloyd's Evening Post.
SIR,
THE following Lines are imitated from the conclusion of Horace's first Epistle. They ought to be repeated with a particular emphasis, when we see such terrible Revolutions among the Great, as what has just now happened in Russia.
For me, let Wisdom's Sacred fountain flow,
The cordial draught, that sweetens ev'ry woe;
May Providence the just enough provide,
Nor let me float on Hope's uncertain tide:
Add thoughts compos'd, affections ever even...
Thus far suffices to have ask'd of Heaven.
Who, in the dispensations of a day.
Grants life, grants death; now gives, now takes away
To scaffolds oft' the ribbon'd Spoiler brings,
Tears wands from Statesmen, and their crowns from
Kings;
From the repining heart the bliss decreed;
But leaves the Man of Virtue--blest indeed--
Be life the care of Heaven; and mine to find,
Still equal to itself, the balanc'd mind;
Fame, beauty, wealth, forgot each idle toy:
Wit'. studious quiet pleas'd, and placid joy:
In these, and these alone, supremely blest;
Let fools and mad men scramble for the rest.
SIR,
THE following Lines are imitated from the conclusion of Horace's first Epistle. They ought to be repeated with a particular emphasis, when we see such terrible Revolutions among the Great, as what has just now happened in Russia.
For me, let Wisdom's Sacred fountain flow,
The cordial draught, that sweetens ev'ry woe;
May Providence the just enough provide,
Nor let me float on Hope's uncertain tide:
Add thoughts compos'd, affections ever even...
Thus far suffices to have ask'd of Heaven.
Who, in the dispensations of a day.
Grants life, grants death; now gives, now takes away
To scaffolds oft' the ribbon'd Spoiler brings,
Tears wands from Statesmen, and their crowns from
Kings;
From the repining heart the bliss decreed;
But leaves the Man of Virtue--blest indeed--
Be life the care of Heaven; and mine to find,
Still equal to itself, the balanc'd mind;
Fame, beauty, wealth, forgot each idle toy:
Wit'. studious quiet pleas'd, and placid joy:
In these, and these alone, supremely blest;
Let fools and mad men scramble for the rest.
What sub-type of article is it?
Verse Letter
What themes does it cover?
Political
Moral Virtue
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Horace Imitation
Russian Revolution
Providence
Wisdom
Political Upheaval
Virtue
Balanced Mind
Poem Details
Subject
Imitated From The Conclusion Of Horace's First Epistle, On Terrible Revolutions Among The Great, As What Has Just Now Happened In Russia
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
For Me, Let Wisdom's Sacred Fountain Flow,
May Providence The Just Enough Provide,
Who, In The Dispensations Of A Day.
Tears Wands From Statesmen, And Their Crowns From
Kings;
Let Fools And Mad Men Scramble For The Rest.