LXXXVI.

The Priest, the Levite, and the charitable Samaritan.

A Prieft as chanc'd came next along the way

And faw where in his Blood he welt'ring lay, But far from home, to help him could not stay. A Levite next a glance of Pity cast,

But that was all, without Affiftance paft.
Not fo the third, who from Samaria drew

His hated Birth; the wounded wretch he knew;
Mov'd with Compaffion went and rais'd his Head,
Recall'd his fainting Spirits but newly fled
With Cordial-Drops, his frightful Wounds he
found,

Rich Oyl and Wine infus'd, and gently bound;
On his own Beaft did to his Inn convey,

And promis'd, what the Hoft expends, to pay. --Which of the three who on the Road did pass, Which, think you, the poor Trav'ler's Neighbour

was?

--The Lawyer-- He who found him on the Road, And to the wounded Wretch, Compaffion show'd: Go thou and do the fame, our Lord rejoyn'd, And Mercy show to all, as you wou'd Mercy find.

LXXXVI.

St. LUKE Chap. X. Ver. 31, to 34.

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31-By chance there came down a certain priest that way; and when he faw him, he paffed by on the other fide.

32. And likewife a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other fide. 33. But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he faw him, he had compaffion on him,

34. And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oyl and wine, and fet him on his own beaft, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.

LXXXVII.

Martha entertains Chrift. One Thing needful.

NOW, with his Twelve, the noisy Town he

leaves,

And Martha them at Bethany receives;

Solicitous her Guest to entertain,

While Mary ftill did at his Feet remain,
And heard his Words; her Sifter did complain
That unemploy'd, the did for nothing care,
But all the Toil and Bufinefs left to her;
Entreats he'd bid her from his Feet begone,
Nor her unkindly leave to serve alone.
To whom our Saviour mildly thus rejoyn'd,
--How many things my Friend, difturb your mind!
How little frugal Nature will fuffice!

What Pains and Care for needlefs Luxuries!
One thing is needful, O let that be sure,
The way to Bliss that ever shall endure;
But Mary doth with happier Judgment choose,
Hers is the better part, which she shall never lofe.

LXXXVII.

St. LUKE Chap. X. Ver. 38, to 42.

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38. Martha received him into her house. 39. And he had a fifter called Mary, which alfo fat at Fefus feet, and heard his word.

40. But Martha was cumbred about much ferving, and came to him, and faid, Lord, doft thou not care that my fifter bath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that fhe help me.

41. And Fefus answered, and faid unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful, and troubled about many things:

42. But one thing is needful. And Mary hath chofen that good part.

LXXXVIII.

The Rich Mifer fuddenly destroy'd.

A Wealthy Churl there was, who car'd for none

Befides himself, and liv'd upon his own;

From whose large Fields when plenteous Crops were giv❜n,

He thank'd his Dung and Ploughs, but ne're thank'd
Heav'n.

So overgrown at length his hoarded Store,
The crowded Granaries wou'd hold no more.

With all his Fruits and Goods, what shall he do?
He'll pull down his old Barns, and build 'em new;
To thefe enlarg'd, he bids his Corn be led,
And thus unto his fordid Soul he faid,

---Soul, take thine Eafe! I for the best advise, We're Rich enough, and therefore must be Wise: We ne're can want, give to the Winds thy Fears, We've Corn and Gold laid up for many Years. We'll eat and drink, and revel every Day, Confcience we'll drown,and chafe our Cares away.

When loe a Voice like Thunder, ftrikes his Ear From Heav'n, which ne're before he knew to Fear, "Thou Fool! this Night's thy laft, and when thou'rt gone,

"Then, whofe is all that Wealth thou now mifcall'ft thy own?