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PARADISE REGAINED.

BOOK III.

PARADISE REGAINED.

BOOK III.

So spake the Son of God, and Satan stood
A while as mute confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinc'd
Of his weak arguing, and fallacious drift;
At length collecting all his serpent wiles,
With soothing words renew'd, him thus accosts.
"I see thou know'st what is of use to know,
What best to say canst say, to do canst do;
Thy actions to thy words accord, thy words
To thy large heart give utterance due, thy heart
Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
Should kings and nations from thy mouth consult,
Thy counsel would be as the oracle

Urim and Thummim, those oraculous gems
On Aaron's breast; or tongue of seers old
Infallible or wert thou sought to deeds
That might require th' array of war, thy skill

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Of conduct would be such, that all the world
Could not sustain thy prowess, or subsist
In battle, though against thy few in arms.
These god-like virtues wherefore dost thou hide,
Affecting private life, or more obscure

In savage wilderness? wherefore deprive
All earth her wonder at thy acts, thyself
The fame and glory, glory the reward
That sole excites to high attempts, the flame
Of most erected spi'rits, most temper'd pure
Ethereal, who all pleasures else despise,
All treasures and all gain esteem as dross,
And dignities and pow'rs all but the highest?
Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe; the son
Of Macedonian Philip had ere these
Won Asia, and the throne of Cyrus held
At his dispose; young Scipio had brought down
The Carthaginian pride; young Pompey quell'd
The Pontic king, and in triumph had rode.
Yet years, and to ripe years judgment mature,
Quench not the thirst of glory, but augment.
Great Julius, whom now all the world admires,
The more he grew in years, the more inflam'd
With glory, wept that he had liv'd so long
Inglorious but thou yet art not too late."

To whom our Saviour calmly thus reply'd.

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"Thou neither dost persuade me to seek wealth 44
For empire's sake, nor empire to affect
For glory's sake, by all thy argument.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame,
The people's praise, if always praise unmix'd?
And what the people but a herd confus'd,

A miscellaneous rabble, who extol

Things vulgar, and well weigh'd, scarce worth the

praise?

They praise, and they admire they know not what,
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And what delight to be by such extoll'd,

To live upon their tongues and be their talk,
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise?
His lot who dares be singularly good..
Th' intelligent among them and the wise
Are few, and glory scarce of few is rais'd.

This is true glory and renown, when God
Looking on th' earth, with approbation marks
The just man, and divulges him through Heaven
To all his angels, who with true applause
Recount his praises: thus he did to Job,

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When to extend his fame through Heav'n and Earth, As thou to thy reproach may'st well remember,

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He ask'd thee, Hast thou seen my servant Job?'
Famous he was in Heav'n, on Earth less known;

VOL. II.

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