For Solomon, he liv'd at ease, and full Of honor, wealth, high fare, aim'd not beyond Higher defign than to enjoy his state; Thence to the bait of women lay expos'd: But he whom we attempt is wifer far Than Solomon, of more exalted mind, Made and fet wholly on th' accomplishment Of greatest things; what woman will you find, Though of this age the wonder and the fame, On whom his leifure will vouchsafe an eye Of fond defire? or fhould the confident, As fitting queen ador'd on beauty's throne, Defcend with all her winning charms begirt T'enamour, as the zone of Venus once Wrought that effect on Jove, so fables tell; How would one look from his majestic brow Seated as on the top of virtue's hill, Discount'nance her defpis'd, and put to rout All her array; her female pride deject, Or turn to reverent awe? for beauty ftands In th' admiration only of weak minds Led captive; ceafe to admire, and all her plumes Fall flat and fhrink into a trivial toy, At every fudden flighting quite abash'd : Therefore with manlier objects we must try His conftancy, with fuch as have more fhow Of worth, of honor, glory', and popular praise; Rocks whereon greatest men have ofteft wreck'd; Or that which only feems to satisfy Lawful defires of nature, not beyond; And now I know he hungers where no food Is to be found, in the wide wilderness ; The reft commit to me, I fhall let pafs No'advantage, and his ftrength as oft assay. He ceas'd, and heard their grant in loud acclame; Then forthwith to him takes a chofen band
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Of Spirits likeft to himself in guile To be at hand, and at his beck appear, If caufe were to unfold fome active scene Of various perfons, each to know his part; Then to the defert takes with these his flight; Where ftill from fhade to fhade the Son of God After forty days fafting had remain'd, Now hungring firft, and to himself thus faid. Where will this end? four times ten days I've pafs'd Wand'ring this woody maze, and human food 246 Nor tafted, nor had appetite; that fast To virtue I impute not, or count part Of what I fuffer here; if nature need not, Or God fupport nature without repast Though needing, what praise is it to indure? But now I feel I hunger, which declares Nature hath need of what she asks; yet God Can fatisfy that need fome other way, Though hunger ftill remain: fo it remain Without this body's wafting, I content me, And from the fting of famin fear no harm, Nor mind it, fed with better thoughts that feed Me hungring more to do my Father's will.
It was the hour of night, when thus the Son 260 Commun'd in filent walk, then laid him down Under the hofpitable covert nigh
Of trees thick interwoven; there he flept, And dream'd, as appetite is wont to dream, Of meats and drinks, nature's refreshment fweet; Him thought, he by the brook of Cherith ftood 266 And faw the ravens with their horny beaks Food to Elijah bringing ev'n and morn, [brought: Though ravenous, taught t'abstain from what they He faw the prophet alfo how he fled Into the defert, and how there he slept Under a juniper; then how awak'd,
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He found his fupper on the coals prepar'd, And by the Angel was bid rife and eat, And eat the fecond time after repose, The strength whereof fuffic'd him forty days; Sometimes that with Elijah he partook, Or as a guest with Daniel at his pulfe. Thus wore out night, and now the herald lark Left his ground-neft, high tow'ring to defcry 280 The morn's approach, and greet her with his song; As lightly from his graffy couch up rofe Our Saviour, and found all was but a dream, Fafting he went to fleep, and fafting wak'd. Up to a hill anon his steps he rear'd, From whofe high top to ken the prospect round, If cottage were in view, fheep-cote or herd; But cottage, herd, or sheep-cote none he saw, Only' in a bottom faw a pleafant grove, With chaunt of tuneful birds refounding loud; 290 Thither he bent his way, determin'd there To reft at noon, and enter'd foon the fhade High rooft, and walks beneath, and alleys brown, That open'd in the midst a woody scene; Nature's own work it seem'd (nature taught art) 295 And to a fuperftitious eye the haunt
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Of Wood-Gods and Wood-Nymphs; he view'd it When fuddenly a man before him ftood, Not ruftic as before, but feemlier clad, As one in city', or court, or palace bred, And with fair speech these words to him address'd. With granted leave officious I return, But much more wonder that the Son of God In this wild folitude so long should bide Of all things deftitute, and well I know, Not without hunger. Others of fome note, As ftory tells, have trod this wilderness; The fugitive bond-woman with her fon
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Out-caft Nebaioth, yet found here relief By a providing Angel; all the race Of Ifrael here had famish'd, had not God Rain'd from Heav'n Manna; and that Prophet bold Native of Thebez wand'ring here was fed Twice by a voice inviting him to eat : Of thee thefe forty days none hath regard, Forty and more deserted here indeed.
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To whom thus Jefus. What conclud'st thou hence ? They all had need, I as thou feest have none. How haft thou hunger then? Satan reply'd. Tell me if food were now before thee fet, Would't thou not eat? Thereafter as I like The giver, anfwer'd Jefus. Why fhould that Caufe thy refufal? faid the fubtle Fiend. Haft thou not right to all created things? Owe not all creatures by juft right to thee Duty and fervice, not to stay till bid, But tender all their pow'r? nor mention I Meats by the Law unclean, or offer'd first To idols, thofe young Daniel could refuse; Nor proffer'd by an enemy, though who Would fcruple that, with want opprefs'd? Behold Nature afham'd, or better to exprefs, Troubled that thou should'st hunger, hath purvey'd From all the elements her choiceft ftore
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To treat thee as beseems, and as her Lord 335 With honor, only deign to fit and eat.
He fpake no dream, for as his words had end, Our Saviour lifting up his eyes beheld In ample space under the broadeft fhade A table richly spread, in regal mode, With dishes pil'd, and meats of noblest fort And favor, beafts of chase, or fowl of game, In paftry built, or from the fpit, or boil'd, Gris-amber-fteam'd; all fish from fea or thore,
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Frefhet, or purling brook, of fhell or fin, And exquisitest name, for which was drain'd Pontus, and Lucrine bay, and Afric coaft. Alas how fimple, to these cates compar'd, Was that crude apple that diverted Eve! And at a stately fide-board by the wine That fragrant smell diffus'd, in order stood Tall ftripling youths rich clad, of fairer hue Than Ganymed or Hylas; distant more Under the trees now tripp'd, now folemn stood Nymphs of Diana's train, and Naiades With fruits and flow'rs from Amalthea's horn, And ladies of th' Hefperides, that feem'd Fairer than feign'd of old, or fabled since Of faery damfels met in foreft wide By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, Lancelot, or Pelleas, or Pellenore : And all the while harmonious airs were heard Of chiming ftrings, or charming pipes, and winds Of gentleft gale Arabian odors fann'd
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From their foft wings, and Flora's earliest smells. 365 Such was the fplendor, and the Tempter now His invitation earnestly renew'd.
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What doubts the Son of God to fit and eat? These are not fruits forbidden; no interdict Defends the touching of these viands pure; Their taste no knowledge works at least of evil, But life preferves, destroys life's enemy, Hunger, with fweet restorative delight. All these are Spirits of air, and woods, and springs, Thy gentle minifters, who come to pay 375 Thee homage, and acknowledge thee their Lord: What doubt'ft thou Son of God? fit down and eat, To whom thus Jefus temp'rately reply'd. Said'st thou not that to all things I had right? And who withholds my pow'r that right to use? 380
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