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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,
Justice, when equal scales the holds, is blind,
Do not, if one but lightly thec offend,
So God himself our failings doth remit.
Expect not more from fervants than is just;
§ 159. The Progress of Learning. DENHAM. Though not by oaths we God to witness call,
P R E F A C E.
My early Mistress, now my ancient Mule,
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, J.aw, 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.
Mankind, and gave the world their deities;
To many gods they taught devotion,
Even God the Poet of the World doth call.
“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
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,
They who Minerva from Jove's head derive,
Made mother Ignorance Devotion's dame;
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;
And h That
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,
Back to the fource fome fecret channel brings. 'Tis happy when our ftreams of knowledge flow
New arts he tries, and new defigns he lays,
And kindles with infernal flames their fires,
When man learn'd undefil'd religion,
The like our Cyclops on their anvils beat;
Gaz'd on too long, refumes the light he gave;
Our guide is error, and our vifions dreams;
When fubtle wits have fpun their thread too fine,
By theories, the practic part is loft,
Difcovering ftill new worlds of ignorance;
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;
No matter where the fcene is fixt:
"I now grow old; but ftill, from youth,
Sir, either is a good affiftant,'
• Truth decks our fpeeches and our books;
"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,
"Methinks we're in the like condition,
"Matthew, who knew the whole intrigue,
And told him where they were mistaken,
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:
END OF THE SECOND BOOK.