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The cafe thus judg'd against the king we fee,
By one, that would not be so rich, though wiser far than he.
Nor does this happy place only difpense
Such various pleasures to the sense ;

Here health itself does live,
That salt of life, which does to all a relish give,
Its standing pleasure, and intrinsic wealth,
The body's virtue, and the soul's good fortune, health.
The tree of life, when it in Eden stood,
Did its immortal head to heaven rear ;
It lasted a tall cedar, till the flood;
Now a small thorny shrub it does appear;

Nor will it thrive too every where :
It always here is freshest seen;
'Tis only here an ever. green.
If, through the strong and beauteous fence

Of temperance and innocence,
And wholesome labours, and a quiet mind,

Any diseases passage find,

They must noi think here to assail
A land unarm’d, or without a guard ;
They must fight for it, and dispute it hard,

Before they can prevail :

Scarce any plant is growing here,
Which against death some weapon does not bear.

Let cities boast, that they provide
For life the ornaments of pride :
But 'tis the country and the field,

That furnish it with staff and shield.
Where does the wisdom and the power divine
In a more bright and sweet reflection shine ?
Where do we finer strokes and colours fee
Of the Creator's real poetry,

Than when we with attention look
Upon the third day's volume of the book ?
If we could open and intend our eye,

We all, like Mofes, should efpy
Evin in a bush the radiant Deity.
But we despise these his inferior ways
(Though no less full of miracle and praise):

Upon the flowers of heaven we gaze;
The stars of earth no wonder in us raise,
Though these perhaps do, more than they,

The life of mankind sway.
Although no part of mighty nature be
More storld with beauty, power, and mystery;
Yet, to encourage human industry,
God has so order'd, that no other part
Such space and such dominion leaves for art.
We no-where Art do fo triumphant see,

As when it grafts or buds the tree :
In other things we count it to excel,
If it a dccile scholar can appear
To Nature, and but imitate her well;
It over-rules, and is her master, here.

I can therefore only make my protestation,

It imitates her Maker's power divine,
And changes her sometimes, and sometimes does refine :
It does, like grace, the fallen tree restore
To its bleft state of Paradise before :
Who would not joy to see his conquering hand
O'er all the vegetable world command?
And the wild giants of the wood receive

What law he's pleas’d to give ?
He bids th' ill-natur'd crab produce
The gentler apple's winy juice ;

The golden fruit, that worthy is
Of Galatea's purple kiss :
He does the savage hawthorn teach
To bear the medlar and the pear:
He bids the rustic plum to rear
A noble trunk, and be a peach.
Ev'n Daphne's coyness he does mock,
And weds the cherry to her stock,
Though she refus'a Apollo's fuit ;
Ev'o The, that chaste and virgin tree,

Now wonders at herself, to see
That she's a mother made, and blushes in her fruit.
Methinks, I see great Dioclefian walk
In the Salonian garden's noble shade,
Which by his own imperial hands was made :
I see him (mile, methinks, as he does talk
With the ambassadors, who come in vain

T'entice him to a throne again.
If I, my friends (faid he) should to you show
All the delights which in these gardens grow,
"Tis likelier much, that you should with me ftay,
Than 'tis, that you should carry me away:
And truft me not, my friends, if, every day,

I walk not here with more delight,
Than ever, after the most happy sight,
In triumph to the capitol I rode,
To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.


OF GREATNESS. SINO INCE we cannot attain to greatness (says the Sieur de Montagne) let us have

our revenge by railing at it :' this he spoke but in jett. I believe he desired it for more than I do, and had less reason ; for he enjoyed to plentiful and honourable a fortune in a moft excellent country, as allowed him all the real conveniences of it, fepa. think it hard mealure, without being convinced of any crime, to be fequeltered from it, I wa fay is of small authority, because I never was, nor ever thall be, put to the trial :

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If ever I more riches did defire
Than cleanliness and quiet do require ;
If e'er ambition did my fancy cheat,
With any wish, so mean as to be great ;
Continue, Heaven, ftill from me to remove

The humble blessings of that life I love. I know very many men will despise, and some pity me, for this humour, as-a poorfpirited fellow; but I am content, and, like Horace, thank God for being fo.

Di bene fecerunt, inopis me quódque pusilli
Fiuxerunt animi *.

I confefs, I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little company, and a very little feaft; and, if I were ever to fall in love again (which is a great paffion, and therefore, I hope, I have done with lit) it would be, I think, with prettiness, rather than with majestical beauty. I would neither with that my mistress, nor my fortune, should be a bunu roba, nor, as Homer uses to describe his beauties, like a daughter of great Jupiter for the Itateliness and largenefs of her person; but as Lucretius says,

Parvola, pumilio, Xapów pía, tota merum salt. Where there is one man of this, I believe there are a thousand of Senecio's mind, whose ridiculous affectation of grandeur Seneca the eldert describes to this effea : Senecio was a man of a turbid and confused wit, who could not endure to speak any but mighty words and sentences, till this humour grew at lait into so notorious a habit, or rather difcase, as became the sport of the whole town: he would have no servants, but buge, mally fellows; no plate or household-stuff, but thrice as big as the fashion: you may believe ine, for I speak it without raillery, his extravagancy came at last into such a madacis, that he would not put on a pair of shoes, each of which was not big enough for both his feet: he would eat nothing but what was great, nor touch any fruit but horse-plums and pound-pears: he kept a concubine, that was a very giantess, and made her walk too always in chiopins, till at last, he got the surname of Senecio Grandio, which Messala said, was not his cognomen, but his cognomentum : when he declaimed for the three hundred Lacedæmonians, who alone opposed Xerxes's army of above three hundred thousand, he stretched out his arms, and stood on tiptoes, that he might appear the taller, and cried out, in a very loud voice ; " I rejoice, I rejoice.”_We wondered, I remember, what new great fortune had befallen his eminence. “ Xerxes (says he) is all mine own. He, who took away the fight of the sea, with the canvas veils of lo many thips”—and then he goes on fo, as I know not what to make of the rest, whether it be the fault of the edition, or the orator's own burley way of nonsense.

This is the character that Seneca gives of this hyperbolical fop, whom we stand amazed at, and yet there are very few men who are not in some things, and to some degrees, Grandios. Is any thing inore common, than to see our ladies of quality wer fuch high hoes as they cannot walk in, without one to lead them; and a gown as long again as their body, so that they cannot stir to the next room without a page or two to boid it up? I may safely say, that all the oftentation of our grandees is, jult Ike a train, of no use in the world, but horribly cumbersome and incommodious. Ivint is all this, but a spice of Grandio? how tedious would this be, if we were always bu'ind to it! I do believe there is no king, who would not rather be deposed, than endure every day of his reign ail the ceremonies of his coronation.

The mightieit princes are glad to fly often from these majestic pleasures (which is, methinks, no small difpuragement to thein) as it were for refuge, to the molt conicinptible divertisements and mcanest recreations of the vulgar, nay, even of childrene

* 1 Sat. iv. 17.

f Lucr. iv, 1155.

Suasoriarunt Liber. Suas. 11.

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One of the most powerful and fortunate princes * of the world, of late, could find out no delight so satisfactory, as the keeping of little finging birds, and hearing of them, and whistling to them. What did the emperors of the whole world? If ever any men had the free and full enjoyment of all human greatness (nay, that would not fuffice, for they would be gods too), they certainly possessed it: and yet one of them, who styled himself lord and god of the earth, could not tell how to pass his whole day pleasantly, without spending constantly two or three hours in catching of flies, and killing them with a bodkin, as if his godthip had been Beelzebub t. One of his predeceffors Nero, (who never put any bounds, nor met with any stop to his appetite) could divert himself with no paltime mure agreeable, than to run about the streets all night in a disguise, and abuse the women, and affront the men whom he met, and sometimes to beat them, and sometimes to be beaten by them: this was one of his imperial nocturnal pleasures. His chiefest in the day was, to fing and play upon a fiddle, in the habit of a minstrel, upon the public stage: he was prouder of the garlands that were given to his divine voice (as they called it then) in those kind of prizes, than all his forefathers were, of their triumphs over nations : he did not at his death complain, that so mighty an emperor, and the last of all the Cæsarian race of deities, should be brought to so shameful and miserable an end; but only cried out, “ Alas, what pity it is, that so excellent a musician should perish in this manner [ !" His uncle Claudius spent half his time at playing at dice; and that was the main fruit of his sovereignty. I omit the madnesses of Caligula's delights, and the execrable sordidness of those of Tiberius. Would one think that Augultus himself, the highest and most fortunate of mankind, a person endowed too with many excellent parts of nature, should be so hard put to it sometimes for want of rccreations, as to be found playing at puts and bounding Itones, with little Syrian and Moorish boys, whose company he took delight in, for their prating and their wantonness?

Was it for this that Rome's best blood he spilt,

With so much falsehood, so much guilt ?
Was it for this that his ambition strove
To equal Cæsar, first; and after, Jove ?
Greatness is barren, fure, of folid joys ;
Her merchandize (I fear) is all in toys;
She could not else, sure, so uncivil be,
To treat his universal majesty,

His new-created Deity,

With nuts, and bounding.stones, and boys. But we must excuse her for this meagre entertainment; she has not really wherewithal to make such feasts as we imagine. Her guests must be contented fómetimes with but sender cates, and with the same cold meats served over and over again, even till they become nauseous. When you have pared away all the vanity, what folid and natural contentment does there remain, which may not be had with five hundred a year? Not so many servants or horses; but a few good ones, which will do all the business as well : not so many choice dishes at every meal ; but at several meals all of them, which makes them both the more healthy, and the more pleasant: not so rich garments, nor so frequent changes; but as warm and as comely, and so frequent change too, as is every jot as good for the master, though not for the taylor or valet de chambre : not such a stately palace, nor gilt rooms, or the coblieft forts of tapestry; but a convenient brick house, with decent wainscot, and pretty forelt-work hangings. Laitly, (for I omit all other particulars, and will end with that which I love most in both conditions) not whole woods cut in walks, nor vast parks, nor fountain or caf

Louis XIll.–The Duke de Luynes, the Constable of France, is said to have gained the favour of this powerful and fortunate prince by training up singing bırds for him.

Bedlzebub signifies the Lord of Aies. Cow.ex. " Qualis artifex pereu!" Sireton. Nero.



cade-gardens ; but herb, and Power, and fruit gardens, which are more useful, and the water every whit as clear and wholesome, as if it durted from the breasts of a marble n'yınph, or the urn of a river-god.

If, for all this, you like better the - substance of that former estate of life, do but contider the inseparable accidents of both : servitude, disquiet, danger, and most com, moniy guilt, inherent in the one; in the other liberty, tranquillity, security, and inno

And when you have thought upon this, you will confess that to be a truth which appeared to you, before, but a ridiculous paradox, that a low fortune is better guarded and attended than an high one. If, indeed, we look only upon the flourishing head of the tree, it appears a molt beautiful object,

“ –fed quantum vertice ad auras
Ætherias, tantuin radice in Tartara tendit *.”
As far up towards heaven the branches grow,

So far the root finks down to hell below, Another horrible disgrace to greatness is, that it is for the most part in pitiful want and distress: what a wonderful thing is this! Unless it degenerate into avarice, and so cease to be greatness, it falls perpetually into fuch necessities, as drive it into all the meanett and most sordid ways of borrowing, cozenage, and robbery :

Mancipiis locuples, eget aris Cappadocum rex t. This is the case of almost all great men, as well as of the poor king of Cappadocia: they abound with faves, but are indigent of money. The ancient Roman emperors, who had the riches of the whole world for their revenue, had where withal to live (one would have thought) pretty well at ease, and to have been exempt from the pressures of extreme poverty: But yet with molt of them it was much otherwise ; and they fell perpetually into such miserable penury, that they were forced to devour or squeeze moft of their friends and servants, to cheat with infamous projects, to ransack and pillage all their provinces. This fashion of imperial grandeur is imitated by all inferior and subordinate sorts of it, as if it were a point of honour. They must be cheated of a third part of their ehates, two other thirds they must expend in vanity; so that they remain debtors for all the necessary provilions of life, and have no way to satisfy those debts, but out of the fuccours and supplies of rapine: “ as riches increase" (lays Solomon) • fo do the mouths that devour them [.” The master mouth has no more than before. The owner, methinks, is like Ocnus in the fable, who is perpetually winding a rope of hay, and an ass at the end perpetually eating it.

Out of these inconveniences arises naturally one more, which is, that no greatness can be satisfied or contented with itself: fill, if it could mount up a little higher, it would be happy; if it could gain but that point, it would obtain all its delires; but yet at last, when it is got up to the very top of the Pic of Teneriff, it is in very great danger of breaking itseneck downwards, but in no possibility of ascending upwards into the seat of tranquillity above the moon. The firit ambitious men in the world, the old giants, are said to have made an heroical attempt of scaling heaven in despite of the gods : and they cast Ossa upon Olympus, and Pelion upon Ossa : two or three mountains more, they thought, would have done their buliness: but the thunder spoilt all the work, when they were come up to the third story:

And what a noble plot was crost!

And what a brave design was lost ! A famous, person of their offspring, the late giant of our nation, when, from the condition of a very inconsiderable captain, he had made himself lieutenantgeneral of an army of little Titans, which was his first mountain, and afterwards gelieral, which was his second, and after that, absolute tyrant of three kingdoms,

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