If weak thy faith, why chufe the harder fide? Or full as ftrange, or ftranger, must be true. 1425 To faith, and virtue, why so backward, man? From hence:The prefent ftrongly strikes us all; 1430 The future, faintly; can we, then, be men? If men, Lorenzo! the reverfe is right. Reason is man's peculiar: Senfe, the brute's. The prefent is the fcanty realm of fenfe; The future, reafon's empire unconfin'd: On that expending all her godlike power, She plans, provides, expatiates, triumphs, there; 1435 There, builds her blefings! There, expects her praise; And nothing asks of fortune, or of men. 1440 And what is reafon? Be fhe, thus, defin'd; Reafon is upright ftature in the foul. Oh! be a man; and strive to be a god. "For what? (thou fay'ft) To damp the joys of life?" No; to give heart and substance to thy joys. That tyrant, hope; mark how the domineers ; 1445 She bids us quit realities, for dreams; Safety and peace for hazard, and alarm; That tyrant o'er the tyrants of the soul, She bids ambition quit its taken prize, Spurn the luxuriant branch on which it fits, Though bearing crowns, to fpring at difant game; P 2 1450 And And plunge in toils and dangers-for repofe. 1455 Can fweeten toils, and dangers into joys; This is man's portion, while no more than man: 1460 Health to the frame! and vigour to the mind! 1465 Like the fair fummer evening, mild, and sweet! 1470 'Tis man's full cup; his paradife below! A bleft hereafter, then, or hop'd, or gain'd, Is All; our whole of happiness: full proof, I chose no trivial or inglorious theme. And know, ye foes to fong! (well-meaning men, 1475 ** Though quite forgotten half your Bible's praise !) Important truths, in fpite of verfe, may please: Grave minds you praise; nor can you praife too much : If there is weight in an Eternity, Let the grave liften ;-and be graver still. * The poetical parts of it. 1480 NIGHT THE EIGHTH. VIRTUE's APOLOGY; OR, THE MAN OF THE WORLD ANSWERED. IN WHICH ARE CONSIDERED, The Love of this Life; the Ambition and Pleasure, with the Wit and Wisdom of the World. A ND has all nature, then, efpous'd my part? Have I brib'd heaven and earth to plead against thee? And is thy foul immortal?-What remains? All, All, Lorenzo !-Make immortal, bleft. There, ftows his treasure; thence, his title draws, In antient days; and CHRISTIAN-in an age, P 3 10 15 Thy Thy fond attachments fatal, and inflam'd, Point out my path, and dictate to my fong: Common the theme; not fo the fong; if she 20 25 30 Scenes, where these sparks of night, thefeftars, fhall shine Lorenzo! fince eternal is at hand, 35 High titles, high defcent, attainments high, What lofty thoughts, thefe elements above, 40 What towering hopes, what fallies from the fun, And pompous prefage of unfathom'd fate, 45 By Him, who foibles in archangels fees! On On human hearts He bends a jealous eye, Man's restless heart, their sport, their flying ball; That glorious promife angels were esteem'd How frail, men, things! how momentary, both! Fantastic chace of fhadows hunting shades! The gay, the bufy, equal, though unlike; 65 70 75 Through flowery meadows, and through dreary waftes, P 4 One |