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Offended Deity, whose power

Presum'd to ak, Oh thou, the whole world's My rebel tongue but now forswore,

See'st thou a man that happier is than I? (eych Accept my penitence sincere,

The god, who scorns to fatter man, reply'd, My crime forgive, and grant my prayer! Aglaüs happier is. But Gyges cry'd, Let not thy Nave, condemn'd to mourn, In a proud rage, Who can that Aglais be? With unrequited pastion burn ;

We have heard, as yet, of no such king as he. With Love's soft thoughts her breast inspire, And true it was, through the whole carth around And kindle there an equal fire!

No king of such a naine was to be found.

Is some old hero of that name alive, It is not beauty's gaudy Aower

Who his high race does from the gods derive? (The empty triumph of an hour) Nor practis'd wiles of female art,

Is it some mighty general, that has done That now subdue my destin'd heart :

Wonders in fight, and god-like honours won ? O no!'Tis Heaven, whose wond'rous hand

Is it some man of endless wealth ? said he. A transcript of itself hath plann'd;

None, none of these. Who can this Aglaüs he? And to each outward grace hath join'd

After long search, and vain enquiries past,

In an obfcure Arcadian vale at last Each lovelier feature of the mind.

(Th’Arcadian life has always thady been) These charms shall last, when others Aly, Near Sopho's town (which he but once had seen) When roses fade, and lilies die ;

This Aglaus, who monarchs envy drew, When that dear eye's declining beain

Whose happiness the gods stood witness to, Its living fire no more thall fiream:

This mighty Aglaus, was labouring found, Blest rhen, and happy in my chain,

With his own hands, in his own little ground. The song of Freedom flows in vain ;

So, gracious God! (if it may lawful be, Nor Realon's harsh reproof I fear,

Among those foolish gods to mention thee) For Reason's self is Pallion here.

So let me act, on such a private stage, Odcarer far than wealth or fame,

The last dull scenes of my declining age; My daily thought, my nightly dreain,

After long toils and vovages in vain, If yet no youth's successful art

This quict port let my toit veffel gain; (Sweet Hope) hath touch'd thy gentle heart, Of heavenlv rest, this earnest to me lend, If no (wain hath bleft thy choice,

Let my life sleep, and learn to love her end. Indulgent hear thy Damon's voice; From doubts, from fears, his bofom free, And bid him live--for Love and Thee!

$ 158. Of Tuftice. DENHAM. T'S :

Each other to assist in what they can; § 157. The Country Life. Cowley.

Just or unjust, this law for ever stands, BLEST, be the man. (and bleft he is) whoe'er All things are good by law which the commands ;

(Plac'd far out of the roads of hope and fear) The first step, man towards Christ must justly live, A little field and little garden, feeds :

Who t’us himself, and all we have, did give; The field gives all that frugal nature needs ; In vain doth man the name of just expect, The wealthy garden liberally bestows

If his devotions he to God neglect; All she can ask, when the luxurious grows. So must we reverence God, as first to know The specious inconveniences, that wait

Justice from hiin, not from ourselves, doth flow; Upon a life of bufiness and of state,

God those accepts, who to mankind are friends, He sees (nor docs the right disturb his rest) Whose justice far as their own power extends; By fools defir'd, by wicked men poflest. In that they imitate the power divine, Thus, thus (and this deserved great Virgil's | The sun alike on good and bad doth shine; praise)

And he that doth no good, although no ill, The old Corycian ycomen pass’d his days; Docs not the office of the just fulfil. Thus his wife life Abdolonymus spent: Virtue doch man to virtuous actions steer, Th'ambassadors, which the great emperor sent 'Tis not enough that he should vice forbear; To offer him a crown, with wonder found We live not only for ourselves to care, The rev'rend gardener hocing of his ground; Whilst they that want it are deny'd their fare. Unwillingly, and now, and ducontent,

Wise Plato said, the world with men was stord, From his lov'd cottage to a torone he went ; That succour cach to other might afford; And oft he stopt, in his triumphant way, Nor are thosc fuccours to one lort confin'd, And oft look'd back, and oft was heard to say, But several parts to several men confign'd; Not without sighs --Alas! I there forsake He that of his own stores no part can give, A happier kingdom than I go to take! May with his counsel or his hands relieve. Thus Aglaus (a man unknown to men, If fortunc make thee powerful, give defence But the gods knew,and therefore lov'd him then) | Gainit fraud and force, to naked innocence : Thus liv'd obscurely then without a name, And when our justice doth her tributes pay, Aglaus, now consign'd t'eternal fame.

Method and order muft direct the way: For Gypres, the rich king, wicked and great, First to our God'we must with rev'rence bow; Puium , at wife Apollo's Delphic feat The second honour to our prince we owe;

Next to wives, parents, children, fit respect, And yet, if many cqual guilt involve,
And to our friends and kindred wc direct: Thou may ít not these condemn, and those ab.
Then we must those who groan bencach the folve.

Justice, when equal scales the holds, is blind,
Of age, disease, or want, commiserate : [mend, Nor cruelty nor mexy change her mind;
'Mongst those whom honest lives can recom- When some efcape for that which others dic,
Our justice more compassion should extend; Mercy to those, to these is cruelty..
To such, who thee in fome distress did aid, A fine and Nender nct the spider weaves,
Thy debt of thanks with interest should be paid : Which little and light animals receives ;
As Heliod lings, spread waters o'er thy field, And if the catch a common bee or fiy,
And a most just and glad increase 'twill yield. They with a pitcous groan and murmur die;
But yet take heed, left doing good to one, But if a wasp or hornet the entrap,
Mischicf and wrong be to another done ; They tear her cords, like Sampfon, and escape;
Such moderation with thy bounty join, So like a fly the poor offender dies;
That thou may'st nothing give that is not thine; But, like the wafp, the rich escapes and fics.
Thet liberality's but caft away

Do not, if one but lightly thec offend,
Which makes us borrow what we cannot pay: The punishment beyond the crime extend;
And no access to wealth let rapide bring; Or after warning the offence forget;
Do nothing that's unjust to be a king.

So God himself our failings doth remit.
Juttice must be from violence exempt,

Expect not more from fervants than is just;
But Fraud's her only object of contempt. Reivard them well if they obterve their trust;
Fraud in the fox, force in the lion dwells; Nor them with cruelty or pride invade,
But justice both from human hearts expells; Since God and nature them our brothers made;
But he's the greatest monfter (without doubt) If his offence be great, let that juffice;
Who is a wolf within, a sheep without. If light, forgive; for no man's always wise.
Nor only ill injurious actions are,
But evil words and slanders bear a share.
Truth justice loves, and truth injustice fears,
Truth above all things a just man reveres :

§ 159. The Progress of Learning. DENHAM. Though not by oaths we God to witness call,

P R E F A C E.
He fees and hears, and still remembers all;
And yet our attestations we may wrest,

My early Mistress, now my ancient Mule,
Sometimes to make the truth more manifeft; That strong Circæan liquor ceafe t'intole,
If by a lye a man preserve his faith,

Where with thou didit inte xicate my youth, He pardon, leave, and absolution hath;

Now floop with disenchanted wings to truth; Or if I break my promise, which to thee

As the dove's tright did guide Æneas, now Would bring no good, but prejudice to me. May thine conduct me to the golden bough; All things committed to thy trust conceal, Tell (like a tall old oak) how learning lhoots Nor what's forbid by any means reveal.

To heaven her branches, and to hell her roots. Express thyself in plain, not doubtful words, That ground for quarrels or disputes affords : WHEN

HEN God from carth form'd Adam in the Unless thou find occasion, hold thy tongue;

east, Thyself or others careless talk may wrong.

He his own image on the clay impreft; When thou art called into public power, As subjects then the whole creation ca ne, And when a crowd of suitors throng thy door, And from their natures Adam chciz oname; Be sure no great offenders 'scape their dooms; Not from experience (for the world was icw) Small praise from lenity and remiilness comes ; He only from their carise their nature's knew. Crimes pardon'd, others to those crimes invite, Had memory been lost with innocence, Whilft Igokers-on severe cxamples fright: We had not known the fentence vor th’offence; When by a pardon'd murd'rer blood is lpilt, I was his chief punishment to keep in store The judge that pardon'd hath the greateit guilt; The fad remembrance, what he was before; Who accuse rigour make a grofs miltake; And, tho' th’offending part felt mortal pain, One criminal pardon'd may an hundred make: Th’immortal part its knowledge. did retaine When justice on offenders is not done,

After the flood, arts to Cha dæa feil,, government, and commerce are o'erthrown; The father of the faithful there did dwell, As besieg'd traitors with the foe cunfpire, Who both their parent and instructor was; T’unlock the gates, and set the town on fire. From thence did learning into A gypt pass : Yet left the punishment th’offence exceed, Mofcs in all th’Egyptian aits kisi ikillid, Justice with weight and measure must proceed : When heav'nly power that chofen veilcl fill'd; Yet when pronouncing sentence fccm not glad, And we to his high inspiration owe, Such spectacles, tho' they are just, are fad;

That what was done before the food we know.
Tho' what thou dost thou ought'st not to re- From Ægypt arts their progress made to Greece.
Yet human bowels cannot but relent: [pent, Wrapt in the fable of the Golden Flecce.
Rather than all muft fuffcr, foine must die; Mulpus first, then Orpheus, civilize
Yet nature must condule their misery,

Mankind, and gave the world their deities;


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To many gods they taught devotion,
Which were the diftinct faculties of one;*
Th'Eternal Caufe in their immortal lines
Was taught, and poets were the first divines:
God Mofes first, then David did infpire,
To compofe anthems for his heavenly quire;
To th'one the style of friend he did impart;
On th'other ftamp the likeness of his heart:
And Mofes, in the old original,

Even God the Poet of the World doth call.
Next thofe old Greeks, Pythagoras did rife,
Then Socrates, whom th'oracle call'd wife;
The divine Plato moral virtue fhews,
Then his difciple Ariftotle rofe,

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“Then ages far remote shall underst and "The ifle of Thule is not the fartheft land." Sure God, by thefe difcoveries, did defiga That his clear light through all the world Lead shine;

But the obftruction from that difcord fprings The Prince of Darknefs made 'twixt Chri kings;

That peaceful age with happinefs to crown, From heav'n the Prince of Peace himfeit came down;

Then the true Sun of Knowledge first appear
And the old dark myfterious clouds were clear
The heavy caufe of th'old accurfed flood
Sunk in the facred deluge of his blood:
His paffion man from his firft fall redeem'd;
Once more to Paradise restor'd we feem'd;
Satan himself was bound, till th'iron chain
Our pride did break, and let him loose again.
Still the old fting remain'd, and man began
To tempt the ferpent as he tempted man;
Then Hell fends forth her furies, Araria,

Who nature's fecrets to the world did teach, Yet that great foul our novelifts impeach; Too much manuring fill'd that field with weeds, While fects, like locufts, did deftroy the feeds; The tree of knowledge, blafted by difputes, Produces faplefs leaves inftead of fruits; Proud Greece all nations elfe barbarians held, Boafting her learning, all the world excell'd. Flying from thence, to Italy it came, And to the realm of Naples gave the name, Till both their nation and their arts did come A welcome trophy to triumphant Rome; Then wherefoe'er her conquering eagles fled, Arts, learning, and civility were spread; And as in this our microcofm, the heart Heat, fpirit, motion, gives to every part; So Rome's victorious influence did difperfe All her own virtues through the univerfe. Here fome digreffion I muft make, t'accufe Thee, my forgetful and ungrateful Mufe: Could't thou from Greece to Latium take thy And not to thy great ancestor do right? [flight, I can no more believe old Homer blind, Than those who say the fun hath never fhin'd; The age wherein he liv'd was dark; but he Could not want fight, who taught the world to fee:


Fraud, Difcord, Force, Hypocrify, their guide,
Tho' the foundation on a rock were laid,
The church was undermin'd, and then betray 1:
Tho' the apoftles thefe events foretold,
Yet even the thepherd did devour the fold:
The fisher to convert the world began,
The pride convincing of vainglorious man;
But foon his followers grew a fovereign lyd,
And Peter's keys exchang'd for Peter's twent
Which still maintains for his adopted for
Vaft patrimonies, tho' himfelf had none;
Wrefting the text to the old giant's ferie,
That heav'n once more muft fuffer viclete.
Then fubtle doctors fcriptures made their pit,
Cafuifts, like cocks, ftruck out each other's,
Then dark diftinctions reafon's light difga d
And into atoms truth anatomiz'd.
Then Mahomet's crefcent, by our feuds encreað,
Blafted the learn'd remainders of the caf
That project, when from Greece to Rora &

They who Minerva from Jove's head derive,
Might make old Homer's kull the Mufes hive;
And from his brain that Helicon diftill,
Whole racy liquor did his offspring fill.
Nor old Anacreon, Hefiod, Theocrite,
Muft we forget, nor Pindar's lofty flight.
Old Homer's foul, at laft from Greece retir'd,
In Italy the Mantuan fwain infpir'd. [ceafe,
When great Auguftus made war's tempefts
His halcyon days brought forth the arts of


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Made mother Ignorance Devotion's dame;
Then he whom Lucifer's own pride did faci,
His faithful emiffary, rofe from hell
To poffels Peter's chair, that Hildebrand,
Whofe foot on mitres, then on crowns did;
And before that exalted idol all
(Whom we call Gods on earth) did pres
Then darkness Europe's face did overípica,
From lazy cells, where fuperftition brud,
Which, link'd with blind obedience, to exer
That the whole world fome ages the oppre
Till through thofe clouds the fun of kroa

He ftill in his triumphant chariot fhines, By Horace drawn, and Virgil's mighty lines. 'Twas certainly myfterious that the name Of prophets and of poets is the fame ! What the Tragedian + wrote, the late fuccefs Declares was infpiration, and not guefs: As dark a truth that author did unfold, As oracles or prophets e'er foretold: "At laft the ocean fhall unlock the bound "Of things, and a new world by Tiphys found;

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Matters of fact to man are only known, And what feems more is mere opinion; The ftanders-by fee clearly this event, All parties fay they're fure, yet all diffent! With their new light our bold infpectors prefs, Like Cham, to fhew their father's nakedness, By whofe example, after-ages may Discover we more naked are than they; All human wisdom to divine is folly; This truth the wifeft man made melancholy; Hope, or belief, or guets, gives fome relief, But to be fure we are deceiv'd, brings grief: Who thinks his wife is virtuous; tho' not fo, Is pleas'd and patient till the truth he know. Our God, when heaven and earth he did create, Form'd man, who should of both participate; If our lives motions theirs must imitate, Our knowledge, like our blood, must circulate. When, like a bridegroom, from the east the fun Sets forth, he thither, whence he came, doth run; Into earth's fpongy veins the ocean finks, Thofe rivers to replenish which he drinks; So Learning, which from Reafon's fountain fprings,

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New arts he tries, and new defigns he lays,
Then his well-ftudy'd mafter-piece he plays;
Loyola, Luther, Calvin he infpires,

And kindles with infernal flames their fires,
Sends their forerunner (confcious of th'event)
Printing, his moft pernicious inftrument!
Wild controverfy then, which long had flept,
Into the prefs from ruin'd cloysters leapt;
No longer by implicit faith we err,
Whilft ev'ry man's his own interpreter;
No more conducted now by Aaron's rod,
Lay elders from their ends create their God;
But feven wife men the ancient world did know,
We scarce know feven who think themfelves
not fo.

When man learn'd undefil'd religion,
We were commanded to be all as one;
Fiery difputes that union have calcin'd,
Almoft as many minds as men we find;
And when that flame finds combuftible earth,
Thence fatuus fires and meteors take their birth,"
Legions of fects and infects come in throngs;
To name them all would tire a hundred tongues.
So were the Centaurs of Ixion's race,
Who a bright cloud for Juno did embrace;
And fuch the monfters of Chimæra's kind,
Lions before, and dragons were behind.
Then from the clashes between popes and kings,
Debate, like fparks from flint's collifion fprings:
As Jove's loud thunder-bolts were forg'd by

The like our Cyclops on their anvils beat;
All the rich mines of learning ranfack'd are,
To furnish ammunition for this war:
Uncharitable zeal our reafon whets,
And double edges on our paffions fets;
'Tis the most certain fign the world's accurft,
That the best things corrupted are the worst;
'Twas the corrupted light of knowledge hurl'd
Sin, death, and ignorance, o'er all the world,
That fun like this (from which our fight we

Gaz'd on too long, refumes the light he gave;
And when thick mitts of doubts obfcure his

Our guide is error, and our vifions dreams;
'Twas no falfe heraldry, when madnefs drew
Her pedigree from thofe who too much knew;
Who in deep mines for hidden knowledge toils,
Like guns o'ercharg'd, breaks, miffes, or re-

When fubtle wits have fpun their thread too fine,
'Tis weak and fragile, like Arachne's line:
True piety, without ceffation toft

By theories, the practic part is loft,
And, like a ball, bandy'd 'twixt pride and wit,
Rather than yield, both fides the prize will quit;
Then whilft his foe each gladiator foils,
The atheift looking on, enjoys the fpoils.
Through feas of knowledge we our courfe ad-


Difcovering ftill new worlds of ignorance;
And thefe difcoveries make us all confefs
That fublunary fcience is but guefs ;

To fill their banks, but not to overthrow.

§ 160. The Converfation. A Tale.

JT always has been thought diferect,

To know the company you meet;
And fure there may be fecret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
"Agreed: What then?" Then drink
I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale:

No matter where the fcene is fixt:
The perfons were but oddly mixt;
When fober Damon thus began
(And Damon is a clever man)


your ale;

"I now grow old; but ftill, from youth,
"Have held for Modefty and Truth.
"The men who by thefe fea-marks steer,
"In life's great voyage never err:
"Upon this point I dare defy
"The world. I paufe for a reply."

Sir, either is a good affiftant,'
Said one who fat a little diftant:

• Truth decks our fpeeches and our books;
And Modefty adorns our looks:
But farther progrefs we muft make;
Not only born to look and fpeak:
The man muft act. The Stagyrite
Says thus, and fays extremely right:
Strict juftice is the fovereign guide
That o'er our actions fhould prefide:
This Queen of Virtues is confest
To regulate and bind the reft.
• Thrice happy, if you once can find
Her equal balance poife your mind:
All different graces foon will enter,
Like lines concurrent to their center.'


"Indeed, poor Solomon in rhyme "Was much too grave to be fublime."

Pindar and Damon fcorn transition, So on he ran a new divifion; Till, out of breath, he turn'd to spit; (Chance often helps us more than wt.) T'other that lucky moment took, Juft nick'd the time, broke in, an ! spoke Of all the gifts the gods afford (If we may take old Tully's word) The greatest is a friend; whofe love Knows how to praife, and when reprove: 'From fuch a treasure never part, But hang the jewel on your heart: And, pray Sir (it delights me) tell; You know this Author mighty well? "Know him! d'ye queftion it? Od-f1 "Sir, does a beggar know his duh? "I lov'd him; as I told you, I "Advis'd him" Here a ftander-by Twitch'd Damon gently by the cloke, And thus, unwilling, filence broke: 'Damon, 'tis time we fhould retire:

The man you talk with is Mat. Prior.' Patron thro' life, and from my birth my frie Dorfet! to thee, this Fable let ine fend: With Damon's lightnefs weigh thy fold wart The foil is known to fet the diamond forth: Let the feign'd Tale this real moral give, How many Damons, how few Doriets, Lre!

'Twas thus, in fhort, these two went on,
With Yea and Nay, and Pro and Con.
Thro' many points divinely dark,
And Waterland affaulting Clarke;
Till, ia theology half-loft,
Damon took up the Evening-Poft;
Confounded Spain, compos'd the North,
And, deep in politics, held forth :

"Methinks we're in the like condition,
"As at the Treaty of Partition:
"That ftroke, for all King William's care,
"Begat another tedious war.

"Matthew, who knew the whole intrigue,
"Ne'er much approv'd that myftic league:
"In the vile Utrecht Treaty too,
"Poor Man! he found enough to do.
"Sometimes to me he did apply;
"But Downright Dunftable was I,

And told him where they were mistaken,
"And counfel'd him to fave his bacon:
"But (pats his politics and profe)
"I never herded with his fors;
"Nay, in his verfes, as a friend,
"I ftill found fomething to commend.
Sir, I excus'd his Nut-brown Maid,
"Whate'er feverer critics faid:

Too far, I own, the girl was try'd: "The women all were on my fide. "For Alina I return'd him thanks; I lik'd her with her little pranks:


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