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$ 223. Ambition and Fame. YOUNG. Hope, like a cordial, innocent, tho' strong,

Nan's heart at once inspirits and lerenes; AMBITION's bourdiefs appetite

out-Speaks Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys; The verdict of its thame. When fouls take titel 'Tis all our present state can tafely bear, At high presumptions of their own defert,

Health to the frame! and vigour to the mind! Ore age is poor applaute; the mighty shout,

A joy attemper'd! a chastis d delight! The thunder by the living few beguil,

Like the fair summer ev’ning, mild and sweet! Late time must echo, worlds unborn refound.

'Tis man's full cup, his paradise below!
We with our names eternally to live: (thought,
Vid dream! thich ner had haunted human
Hatort our patures been eternal coo.

§ 226. Human Life compared to the Ocean. Lint points out an int'rest in hereafter: But our blind reaton fecs not where it lies;

YOUNG, Or, facing, gives the fubftance for the shade. Eame is the diade of immortality,

OCEAN! tlmu dreadful and tumultuous homo And in itself a shadow. Scon as caught

Of dangers, at eternal war with man! Cordumn'd, it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

Death's capital, where most he domineers, Crut th' ambitious, 'tis ambition's curi.

With all bis chofun terrors frowning round “ And is tbis all?" cried Cæfar at his height,

(Tho' lately feasted high at ** Albion's coft), Dit uited. This third proof ambition brings

Wide-op'ning, and loud-roaring still for more!

Too faithful mirror! how dost thou rcficct Oi amortality. The first in fame, O farve him ncar, your envy will abate ;

The melancholy face of human life! Shan'd at the disproportion vast between

The strong relemblance tempts me farther still; The passion and the purchase, he will figh

And haply Britain may be deeper struck At füch success, and biush at his renoun.

By moral truth, in such a mirror seen,

Which nature holds for ever at her eye. And why? Becaule far richer prize invites

Self-fatter'd, unexperienc'd, high in hope, His heait; far more illuftrious glory calls :

When young, with fanguine cheer, and streamers li calls in whispers, yet the deatett hcar.

We cut our cable, launch into the world, [gas,

And fondly drcam each wind and star our friend 224. Human Praise. Young. All in fome darling enterprize embarkd;

But where is he can fathom its extent?
NOR absolutely vain is human praite,
When human is supported by divine.

Amid a multitude of artless hands,
I'll jatroduce Lorenzo to himself.

Ruin's fure perquisite! her lawful prize! Pleafure and pride (bad masters !) share our hearts: Some steer aright; but the black blait bloivs hard, As love of picafure is ordain'd to guard

And puffs them wide of hope: with hearts of Ard feed our b dies, and extend our race;

proof, The love of praise is planted to protect

Full against wind and tide, some win their way; And p:opagate the glories of the mind.

And when strong effort has deferv'd the port, What is it but the love of praise inspires,

And tugs'd it into view', 'tis won ! 'tis loft! Matures, refines, embellithes, exalts,

Tho'stiong their oar, still stronger is their fate; Farth's happiness : From that the delicate,

They strike, and while they triumph they expire. The grand, the marvellous ; of civil life,

In stress of weather moft, some sink outright; Want and convenience, under-workers, lay

O'er them, and o’ertheir names, the billows close; 'The balis, on which love of glory builds.

To-morrow knows not they were ever born. Nor is thy life, O virtue! leis in de bt

Others a 1hort memorial leave behind, To praile, thy secret ttimulating friend.

Like a flag floating when the bark's ingulph'd; Were men not proud, what mciit thould we miss! It floats a moment, and is seen no more: Prite made the virtues of the pagan world.

One Cæsar lives, a thousand are forgot. Pruite is the falt that featons right the man,

How few beneath auspicious planets born And whet, his appetite for moral good.

(Darlings of Providence! fond fate's eleet!) Tift of applaute is virtuc's second guard,

With livelling fails make good the promis d port, Reafon, her nift; but reason wants an aid;

With all their withes freighted! Yet even thele, Our private reason is a flatterer;

Freighted with all their wishes, foon complain ; Thirit of applause calls public judgment in

Free from misfortune, not from nature free, To poite our own, to keep an even scale,

They still are men; and when is man secure? And gise endanger d virtue fairer play.

As fatal time as storm! the rule of years
Beats down their strength; their numberlets escapes

In ruin evd: and now their proud success
§ 223. Hope. You g.

But plants new terrors on the victor's brow. HOPF, of all pafions, most befriends us here; What pain to quit the world, just made their own,

Pations of prouder name befriind us less. Their neft to deeply down’d, and built fo high! Jus Les her tears, and transport has her death: Too low they build, who build bencath the stars.

* Admiral Balchen, &c.

rival gods

$ 227. Humility true Greatness. YOUNG. And blames, as bold and hazardous, the praise DOST thou demand a tests

Of pleasure, to mankind, unprais'd, too dear! A test at once infallible and short,

Yc modern Stoics, hear my soft reply: Of real Greatness ? That man greatly lives,

Their fenfes men will trust: we can't impose ; Whatc'er his fate or fame, who greatly dies ;

Or, if we could, is imposition right? High-flush'd with hope, where heroes thall dctpair.

Own honcy fweet; but, owning, add this fing: If this a true criterion, many courts

“ When mix'd with poison, it is deadly too. Illustrious might afford but few grandees.

Truth never was indebted to a lye. Th'Almighty, from his throne, on earth surveys Why then is health preferi'd before difcafe?

Is nought but virtue to be prais’d as good? Nought greater than an honest, humble Heart; An humble heart His residence ! pronounc'd

What nature loves is good, without our leave : His fecond feat, and rival to the skies.

And where no future drawback cries, “Beware," The private path, the secrct acts of men,

Pleasure, tho'not from virtue, should prevail; If noblc, far the noblest of our lives!

'Tis balm to life, ard gratitude to Heaven.

How cold our thanks for bounties unenjoy'd! § 228. Pleasure. Young.

The love of pleasure is man's eldest-horn,

Born in his cradle, living to his tomb; PLEASURE's the mistress of ethereal pow’rs, Wildom her younger liter, tho' more grave, For her

Was meant to minister, and not to mar,
Pleaiure's the mistress of the world below,
And well it was for man that plcarure charms.

Imperial pleasure, queen of human hearts.
How would all stagnate but for pleasure's ray!
How would the frozen stream of action ceafé !

§ 229. Piety. Young. What is the pulse of this so busy world>

ON picty humanity is built ; The love of pleasure: that thru' ev'ry vein

And, on humanity, much happiness; Throws motion, warmth; and shuts out death A foul in commerce with her God, is heaven;


yet still more on piety itself. froin liic, Tho'various are the tempers of mankind,

Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life; Plcature's gav family hold all in chains : The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart. Some molt attcét thc black, and fo:ne the fair;

A Deity believ'd, is joy begun; Some honest pleafure couit, and tome obscene.

A Deity ador'd, is joy advanc'd; Pleatures obscenc are various, as the throng

A Deity belov'd, is joy matur’d. Of paflions that can err in human hearts,

Each branch of piety delight inspires : Miliake their objects, or tranfgiets their bounds.ber death's dark zulph, and all its horror hides;

Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, Think


there's but one whoredom - WhoreBut when our reason licenfes delight. [dom all,

Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy, Doft doubt, Lorenzo? Thou shalt doubt no more.

That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter ftill; Thy father chides thy gallantries, yet hugs

Pray'r ardent opens heaven, lets down a frcam An ugly common hariot in the dark;

Of giory on the confecrated hour A ruk adulterer! with others goid,

Of man, in audience with the Deity. And that hay vengeance, in a corner, charms.

Who worships the Great God, that infant joins Hatred her brothel has, as well as love,

The first in heaven, and fets his foot cn hell. Where hond epicures debauch in blood. Whatc'er the motive, pleasure is the mark: Forllir, the black allailin draws his fivord;

$ 230. Earthly Happiness. Young. Forller,dark starctinen trim their midnight lainp. No man is happy till he thinks on carth To which no single facrifice may fall;

There breathes not a more happy than himself. For Her, the saint abítains, the mifer starves;

Then enty dies, and love o'erricivs on ail; The Stoic proud, for pleafure, pleature fcorn'd; Such angels, all, entitled to repole

And love o’ertlowing makes an angel here: For Hire aifliction's daughters grict indulge, And find, or hope, a luxury in (cars;

On Him who governs fite. Tiio'rempeft frowns, For Her, guilt, thane, toil, danger, wc dcfy;

Tho'nature shakes, how fofi to lean on Heaven! and, with an aim volupruous, rush on death.

To lcan on Him, on whom archangels ican ! Thus uniteifül her deporic powi!

With inward eyes, and silent as the grave, And, as her cinpire wide, licr praise is juft.

They stand collceting every beam of thought, Pantun of pleature! doater on delight !

Till their hearts kindle with divine deligt; I am thy rival; pleature I profess;

For all their tioughts, like angels feen of old Pleature the purpote of my gloomy long.

In Israel's dream, come from, and go to, hezren, Pleature is nougat but virtue's gayer namc;

Hence are they ftudious of fequeftir'd scenes; I wrong her till, I rate her worth too low;

While noile and chilipation comfort thec. Virtue the root, and picafure is the flow'r, And honcit Epicurus' foes were fools.

Buithis found sharin, and gives the wiscoffence! V I: u'er-itrund witdom stili retains the name,

AIN are all fudden fallies of delight; Muit knits austcrity her cloudy brow,

Convullions of a wcak, distemper'd joy. Joy's a fix'd state; a tenure, not a Itart.

§ 231. Jy. Young.



Bliss there is none, but unprecarious bliss : He fees with other eyes than theirs: where they
That is the gem; tell all, and pure hafe that. Behold a fun, he spies a Deiry ;
Why go a-begging to contingencies,

What makes them only mile, makes him adore.
Not gain d with eale, nor tafely lov'd if gain’d: Where they see mountains, he but atoms fees;
At good fortuitous draw back, and pause; An empire in his balar.ce weighs a grain.
Suspect it ; what thou canst enture, enjoy; They things terrestrial worship as divine ;
And nought but what thou giv'st thyself is surc. His hopes immorial blow them by, as duft
Realon perperuates joy that reason gives, That dims his fight, and shortens his survey,
ded makes it as immortal as herself:

Which longs, in Infinite, to lose all bound. To mortals nought immortal but their worth. Titles and honours (if they prove his fate)

He lrys aside to find his dignity; § 232. Worib. Young,

No dignity they find in aught besides. WORTH, conscious worth! should absolutely Man's real glory) proud of an eclipse.

They triuin ph in externals (which conceal reign;

Himself too much he prizes to be proud; And cther joys ak leave for their approach;

And nothing thinks so great in man, as man, Not, unexamin'd, ever leave obtaiu.

Too dear he holds his int'rest, to neglcet Thou art all anarchy; a mob of joys

Another's welfare, or his right invacie ; Wage war, and perith in intestinc broils ;

Their int'rest, like a lion, lives on prey. Not the least promise of eterual peace!

Thcy kindle at the shadow of a wrong; No bníon-comfort, or unborrow'd blits! Thy thoughts arc vagabonds; all outward-bound, Nor ftoops to think his injurer his foe; (peace.

Wrong he luftains with tcmpcr, looks on heaven, 'Mid tands, and rocks, and storms, to cruize for Nought but what wounds his virtue wounds his pleature;

A cover'd heart their character defends;
If zain'å.clearbought; and better miss'd than gain'd, A cover'd heart denics half his praise.
Much pain murt expiate what much pain procur'd. With nakedness his innocence ag: ces!
Fancy and fenfe, from an infected lhore,
Thș cargo bring; and peftilence the prize.

While their broad foliage testifies their fall!

Their no-joys end where his full fcait begins; Then fuch thy thirtt (infatiablc thirst!

His jovs crcate, theirs murder, futurc blits. Hi fond indulgence but intiain'd the more)

To triumph in existence, his alone; Fancy ftill cruizes when poor sense is tird.

And his alone, triump. autiy to think

His truc existence is not yet begun. $ 233. Pixure of a good Man. Young. His glorious course was yesterday complete ; SM OME angul guide my pencil, while I draw, Deatti then was welcome, yet life still is twect.

What nothing less ihan angel can exceed; A man ci earth devoted to the ikies,

§ 234. Night. Young. Like thips at sca, u hile in, above the world. With alpeät mild, and cievated cve,

O majestic Night! Behold him fcated on a mount forene,

Nature's great ancestor! day's clder born!

And fated to survive the transient fun!
Above the togs of fenfe, and pallion's storm;
All the black cards and tumults of this life,

By mortals and immortals seen wiih awe!
Like harmluís thunders, breaking at his feet,

A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, Escite his piry, not impair his peace.

An azure zonc thy waitt; clouds, in heaven's lcom Earth's genuine fons, the fceptred, and the Slave, In ample folds of drapery divine,

Wrought through varieties of shape and thade, A mingled mob! a wand'ring herd! l!c fees,

Thy flowing inantle form; and, heaven throughout,
Bewilderd is the rale; in all u like!
His full reverte in all! What higher praise,

Voluminoully pour thy pompous train.
What strooyor demonstration of the right?
The prefent all their care, the future his.

$ 235. The Controft. YOUNG. When public welfare calls, or private want, MOROSE is funk with fhame whene'er furo They give to fame; his bounty he conceals.

In linen c!can, orper uke undisguis’d. [pris’d Their virtrcs varith naturc, his exalt. No fublunary chance his vestments fear; Makind's efteen they court; and lie, his own. Valuud, like leopards, as their spots appear. Theirs the wild chace of falle felicities;

A fam'ul surtout he wcars, which once was blue, His, the coinpos'd pfeilio:) of the truc. And his foot swims in a capacious fhoe: Alike throughout is his conhstent piece,

Orc day his wife (for who can wives reclaim ) Al of one colour and an even thriad;

Levellid her barb'rcus rccdle at his fame: While party-célour'd threds of happiness, But open force was vain; by night the went, With hideous gaps between,

patch up for them And, while he Nept, furpris'd the darling rent: A madnian's rubi; each puff of fortune blows Wacre yawn'd the fricze is now become a doubt; The catters by, and thews their naked:ets. “ And glory, at one entrance, quite thut out *.'

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He scorns Florello, and Florello him ; There, bleft with health, with bus'ness unperThis hates the filthy crcature; that, the prim: This life we relish, and ensure the next. (plex'd, Thus, in each other, both these fools deipise There too the Muses sport; these numbers free, Their own dear selves, with undiscerning cycs : Pierian Eastbury! I owe to thee. Their methods various, but alike their aim; The floven and the fopling are the same.

$ 238. The Day of Judgment. Young,

Lo § 236. Rification on Death. Young.

Muft entertain the whole of human race, W Here the prime actors of the last ycar's scene, At Heaven's all-pow'rful ediêt is prepar’d,

Their port fo proud, their buskin, and their And fenc'd around with an immortal guard. plume?

Tribes, provinces, dominions, worlds, o'erflow How many sleep who kept the world awake

The mighty plain, and deluge all below : With luttre, and with noite! Has death proclaim'd And ev'ry age and nation pours along; A truce, and hung his fated lance on high?

Nimrod and Bourbon mingle in the throng: 'Tis brandith'd still; ror thall the prefent year

Adum falutes his youngest fon; no sign Be more tenacious of her human leaf,

Of all those ages which their births disjoin. Or spread of feeble life a thinner fail.

How empty learning, and how vain is art, But needless monuments to wake the thought; What volumes have been tweil d, what time been

But as it mends the life, and guides the heart ! Life's gayest scenes (peak man's mortality; Though in a style more forid, full as plain

To fix a hero's birth-day or defcent? [{pent, As mausoleums, pyramids, and tombs.

What joy must it now yield, what rapture raise, What are our nobluit ornaments, but deaths

To fcc the glorious race of ancient days ? Turn d Harterers of life, in paint or marble,

To greet those worthies who perhaps have stood

Illuitious on record before the flood
The well-stain'd canvas, or the fcarur'd stone ?
Our fathers grace, or rather haunt, the scene.

Alas! a nсarer care your soul demands:
Joy peoples her pavilion from the dead.

Cafar un-noted in your presence stands. « Profeft divei fions! cannot these escape?'

How vast the concourse! not in number more Far from it: thefe prefent us with a throud,

The waves that break on the resounding thore. And talk of death, like garlands o'er a grave.

The leaves that tremble in the shady grove, As fome bald plundereis, for buried wealth,

The lamps that gild the fpangled vaults above; We ravfack tombs for partime; from the dust

Those overwhelining armies, whose command Call up the sleeping hero; bid him trcal

Said to one empire, Fall; another, Stand: [dawn The scene for our ainulement: how like gods

Whofe rcar lay wrapt in night, while breaking

Rous'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on; We fit; and, wrapt in immortality, Shed gen'rous tcars on wretches born to die;

Great Xerxes' world in arms, proud Canna's field, Their fate deplering, to forget our own!

Where Carthage taughe victorious Romé tóyicld, What all the pomps and triumphs of our lives (Another blow had broke the Fates decree, But legacies in bloßom? Our lean foil,

And carth had wanted her fourth monarchy) Luxuriant grown, and rank in vanitics,

Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's hoft, From friends interi'd bencath; a rich manure !

They all are here, and hcre they all are loft:

Their millions fweli to be difcern'd in vain,
Like other worms, we banquet on the dead;
Like other worms, thall we crawl on, nor know Loft as a billow in th' unbounded main.
Our present frailties, or approaching fare?

This cchoing voice now rends the yiclding air: Lorenzo, such the glories of the world!

“ For judgment, judgment, tons of men, prepare !" What is the world itfelf? Thy worlda grave.

Earth thakes anew; I hear her groans profound, Where is the dust that has not been alive? And hell thro' all her trembling reaks rcfound. The fpade, the plough, difturb our ancestors;

Whoc'er thou art, thou greatest pow'r of earth, From human mould we reap.our daily bread.

Bleft with most equal planets at thy birth,
The glol:c around earth's höllow surface thakes, Whole valour drew the most fucceisful livord,

Moit realms united in one common lord;
And is the ceiling of her sleeping fons.
O'er deraitation we blind revets keep;

Who on the day of triumph, faidīt, Be thine Whole buried towns support the dancer's hecl.

The tkics, Jehovah, all this world is mine;
Dare not to lift thine eye -- Alas, my niuse!

How art thou lost! 11 hat numbers canst thou chuse? $ 237. Sorture. Young.

A sudden blush inflames the waving iky, SACRED solitude! divine retrcat!

And now the crimion curtains open fly; O

Choice of the Prudent! envy of the Great! Lo! far within, and far above all height, By thy pure ftream, or in thy waving thade, Where heaven's great Sovèrciga reigas in worlds We court fair wildum, that cclcftial inaid:

of light, The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace TVhence nature He informs, and with one ray (Strangers on canh!) are innocence and peace : Shot from his eye, does all her works furvey, There, from the vars of inen laid cafe aihure, Creates,fupports, confisunds! wheretincandpluce, l'e fimile to hear the distant tempeít roar;

Matter, and form, and fortune, life, and giace.



Wait humbly at the footstool of their God, Thcfe an immeasurable arch support,
And move obedient at his asful nod;

The grand tribunal of this awful court.
Wrence he beholds us vagrant emmets crawl Shects of bright acure form the purest iky,
At random on this air-fufpended ball

Stream from the crystal arch, and round the co(Speck of creation !): if he pour one brcath,

lumns tly. The bubble breaks, and tis eternal death. Death, wrapt in chains, low at the basis lics,

Thence issuing I bchold (but mortal sight And on the point of his own arrow dies. Sustains not such a rushing Ica of light!)

Here high enthren'd th' cternal Judge is plac'd, I ice, on an empyreal Hying throne

With all the grandeur of his Godhead grac'd; Sublim.ciy rais'd, Heaven's everlasting Son ;

Stars on his robes in beauteous order meet, Crownd with that majesty which form d the | And the fun burns benca:h his awful feet. world,

Now an archangel eminently bright, Ard the grand rebel flaming downward hurla. From off his filver staff, of wondrous height, Vinue, dominion, praile, omnipotence,

Unfurls the Christian flag, which waving flics, Support the train of their triumphant Prince. And thuts and opens more than half the skies: A 200e, bevond the thought of angels bright, The Cross 10 strong a red, it iheds a stain Around hin, like the zodiac, winds its light. Where'er it foats, on carth, and air, and main; Night shades the solemn arches of his brous, Flushes the hill, and sets on fire the wood, And in his check the purple morning glows. And turns ihe deep-dyed occan into blood. Where'er ferenc he turns propitious eyes,

Oh formidable Glory! dreadful bright! Or we expect, or find, a paradise :

Refulgent torture to the guilty light! But it nicntment reddens their mild bcams, Ah turn, unwary muie, nor dare rcvcal The Eden kindles, and the world's in flames. What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell. On one hand, knowledge things in purett light; Say not (to make the Sun thrink in his bean) On one, the sword of justice, fiercely bright. Dare not afirm, they with it all a dream; Nu bend the knee in sport, present the reed; With or their fouls may with their limbs decay, Now tell the scourg'd Impostor he shall bleed! Or God be spoil'd of his eternal sway.

Thus glorious, thro' the courts of heaven, the But rather, if thou know'st the incans, unfold Of life and death eternal bends his course; (source How they with traysport might the scene behold. Loudthunders round himroll, and lightnings play; Ah how but by Repentance--by a mind Th' angelic hoft is rang’d in bright array: Quick and severe its own offence to find? Sonetouch the string, some strikthesoundingshell, By tears, and groans, and never-ceasing care, And mingliny voices in rich concert livell; And all the pious violence of pray'r? Voices seraphic' bleft with such a strain, Thus then, with fervency till now unknown, Could Satan hear, hc were a god again. I caft my heart before th' cternal throne,

Triumphant King of Glory! Soul of bliss! In this great temple, which the skies furround, What a stupendous turn of fute is this! For homage to it. Lord a narrow bound: (weigh, O! whither art thou rais d above the scorn " () Thou! whole balance does the mountains And indigeuce of him in Bethlem born;

66 Whole will the wild tumultuous icas obey, A needlets, helpless, unaccounted guest, " Whofe brcath can turn those wat'ry worlds to And but a second to the fodder'd beast !

“ flaine, How chang'd from him who, ineekly prostrate laid, " That fame to tempest, and that tempest tamc; Vouchaafd to wash the feet himtelf had made ! " Earth's meanest fon, all trembling, proftrate From him who was betray'd, forfook, denied,

.“ falls, Wept, languith'd, pray’d, bled, thirsted, groan'd, “ And on the bounties of thy goodness calls. and died;

"O! give the winds all part offence to tweep, Hung, pierc'd and bare, insulted by the foe; “ To scattur wide, or bury in the deep : AH heaven in tears above, earth unconcern'd below! " Thy pow'r, my weakness, may I cver see,

And was't enough to bid the Sun retire ? “ And wholly dedicate my soul to thee! Why did not Nature at thy groan expire ? Reign o'er my vill; my parlions ebb and flow I fee, I hear, I feel, the pangs divine;

* At thy command, nor human motive know! The world is vanith'd-I am wholly thine. If anger beil, let anger be my prail.,

Miftaken Caiaphas! ah! which blafphem'd, • And sin the graceful indignation raise. Thru or thy Pris ner? which shall be condemn'd: My love be warın 10 succur the distress’d, Well might'st thou rend thy garments, well ex- And lift the burden from the foul opprefs d. Deep are the horrors of eternal Name! [claiin ; may my understanding crer read But God is good; 'tis wondrous all! Er'n He - This glorious volume, whici, tły wisdom made! Thougav'it to death, thame, torture, died for thee. · Who d.cks the maiden Spring with flow'ry Now the descending triumph stops its flight

" pride From earth full twice a planetary height.

Whocalls forth Summer like a sparkling bride? There all the clouds condens'd two coli mas raisi • Who jovs the incther Autuinn's bed to crown? Ditinét with orient veins, and golden Ilaze: • And bids old W'inicr lay her honours down? One fix'd on carth, and one in lea; and round Not the great Orroman, or greater Czar, Its ample fuor the swelling billows sound, • Not Furrre's arbitruis of peace and war,


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