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NYJ-N.771.101
27 Jun 1771:123 (1486)
AN ADDRESS TO THE RISING GENERATION.
Heaven gives the needful, but neglected call;
What day, what hour, but knocks at human hearts,
To wake the woul to sense of future scenes!
Deaths stand like Mercurys in every way,
And kindly point us to our journey's end.
YOUNG'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.
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next]
Death treads in pleasure's footsteps round the world:
When pleasure treads the paths which reason shuns,
When against reason riot shuts the doors,
And gaiety supplies the place of sense;
Then foremost at the banquet and the ball
Death leads the dance, and stamps the deadly dye,
Nor ever fails the midnight bowl to crown.
[Signed] Young.
For your direction: in leisure hours, instead of going to
the theatres, gaming-houses, brothels, and the like, which
can never be of any service to you, but greatly to the
contrary, as dear-bought experience has too late convinced
many a one; pursue useful and ornamental knowledge, study
history, natural philosophy, music, drawing, painting, &c.
and seek the improving conversation of the sensible and
virtuous fair. . . [5 more lines, a final couplet, signed]
Dr. Watts.
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