Honour and fhame from no condition rife, Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Fortune in Men has fome fmall diff'rence made, One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade; The cobler apron'd, and the parfon gown'd, The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. "What differ more (you cry) than crown and cowl?” I'll tell you, friend; a wife man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobler-like, the parfon will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The reft is all but leather or prunella. Stuck o'er with titles, and hung round with strings, That thou may't be by kings, or whores of kings; Boaft the pure blood of an illustrious race, In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece : But by your father's worth, if yours you rate, Count me those only who were good and great. Go; if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept thro' fcoundrels ever fince the flood, and pretend your family is young; Y your fathers have been fools fo long. “Viac can ennoble fots, or flaves, or cowards? was not all the blood of all the HowARDS. ook next on greatnefs; fay where greatness lies, Where but among the heroes and the wife?" Merces are much the fame, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede; the whole ftrange purpose of their lives, to find Or make, an enemy of all mankind. Not one looks backward, onward ftill he goes, A fly flow things, with circumfpective eyes ; but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death. Juft what you hear, you have, and what's unknown The fame (my lord) if Tully's or your own. All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends; To all befide as much an empty shade An Eugene living, as a Cæfar dead; A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honeft Man's the noble work of God. 8 All fame is foreign, but of true defert; Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart: And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels, In parts fuperior what advantage lies? Condemn'd in bus'nefs or in arts to drudge, Truths would you teach, or save a finking land Above life's weakness, and its comforts too. Bring then these bleffings to a strict account; Make fair deductions; fee to what they 'mount: How much of other each is fure to coft; How each for other oft is wholly loft; How inconfiftent greater goods with thefe; How fometimes life is rifqu'd, and always ease: Think, and if still the things thy envy call, Say, would'ft thou be the man to whom they fall? From ancient ftory learn to fcorn them all. In hearts of kings, or arms of queens who lay, |