High hung at either end, and next the wall,
Two ancient mirrors show the forms of all,
In all their force;--these aid them in their dress,
But with the good, the evils too express,
Doubling each look of care, each token of distress.
LETTER XIX.
THE POOR OF THE BOROUGH.
Nam dives qui fieri vult,
Et cito vult fieri; sed quae reverentia legum,
Quis metus, aut pudor est unquam properantis avari?
JUVENAL, Satire xiv.
Nocte brevem si forte indulsit cura soporem,
Et toto versata thoro jam membra quiescunt,
Continuo templum et violati Numinis aras,
Et quod praecipuis mentem suboribus urget,
Te videt in somnis; tua sacra et major imago
Humana turbat pavidum, cogitque fateri.
JUVENAL, Satire xiii.
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THE PARISH-CLERK.
The Parish-Clerk began his Duties with the late Vicar, a grave and
austere Man; one fully orthodox; a Detecter and Opposer of the Wiles
of Satan--His opinion of his own Fortitude--The more frail offended
by these Professions--His good advice gives further Provocation--
They invent stratagems to overcome his Virtue--His Triumph--He is
yet not invulnerable: is assaulted by fear of Want, and Avarice--He
gradually yields to the Seduction--He reasons with himself, and is
persuaded--He offends, but with Terror; repeats his Offence; grows
familiar with Crime: is detected--His Sufferings and Death.
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