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In sain doth man the name of just expect, If his devotions he to God neglec ; So much we reverence God, as first to know Justice from him, not from ourselves, doth flow; God those accepts, who to mankind are friends, Whole justice far as their own power extends; In that they imitate the power divine, The fun alike on good and bad doth shine; And he that doth no good, although no ill, Does not the office of the just fulfil. Virtue doth man to virtuous actions steer, 'Tis not enough that he should vice forbear; We live not only for ourselves to care, Whilft they that want it are deny'd their share. Wise Plato faid, the world with men was stor'd, That fuccour each to other might afford; Nor are those fuccours to one fort confin'd, But several parts to several men consign'd; He that of his own stores no part can give, May with his counsel or his hands relieve. If fortune make thee powerful, give defence 'Gainst fraud, and force, to naked innocence : And when our justice doth her tributes pay, Method and order must dired the way: First to our God we must with reverence bow; The second honour to our prince we owe; Next to wives, parents, children, fit respect, And to our friends and kindred we direct : Then we must those who groan beneath the weight Of age, disease, or want commiserate: 'Mongit those whom honest lives can
mend, Our justice more compassion should extend; To such, who thee in some distress did aid, Thy debt of thanks with interest should be paid : As Heliod fings, spread waters o'er thy field, And a most just and glad increase 'twill yield. But yet take heed, lest doing good to one, Mischief and wrong be to another done; Soch moderation with thy bounty join, That thou may'st nothing give, that is not thine; That liberality's but caft away, Which makes us borrow what we cannot pay : And no access to wealth let rapine bring; Do nothing that's unjust, to be a king. Justice must be from violence exempt, But fraud's her only objed of contempt. Fraud in the fox, force in the lion dwells; But justice both from human hearts expels ; But he's the greatest monster (without doubt) Who is a wolf within, a Meep without. Nor only ill injurious actions are, Bot evil words and flanders bear their share. Truth justice loves, and truth injustice fears, Truth above all things a just man reveres : Though not by oaths we God to witness call, He sees and hears, and still remembers all; And yet our attestations we may wreft, Sometimes to make the truth inorc manifeft;
If by a lye a man preserve his faith,
repent, Yet human bowels cannot but relent : Rather than all must suffer, some must die ; Yet nature must condole their misery. And yet, if many equal guilt involve, Thou may'ıt not these condemn, and those ab
folve. Justice, when cqual scales she holds, is blind, Nor cruelty, nor mercy, change her mind; When some escape for that which others die, Mercy to those, to these is cruelty. A fine and fender net the spider weaves, Which little and light animals receives ; And if she catch a common bee or fly, They with a piteous groan and murmur dic; But if a wasp or hornet she entrap, They tear her cords like Sampson, and escape ; So like a fiy the poor offender dies; But, like the wafp, the rich escapes and flies. Do not, if one but lightly thee offend, The punishment beyond the crime extend; Or after warning the offence forget; So God himself our failing, doch remit. Exped not more from servants than is just, Reward them well, if they observe their trust;Nor them with cruelty or pride invade, Since God and nature them our brothers made; If his offence be great, let that suffice; If light, forgive, for no niani's always wise.
THE PROGRESS OF LEARNING.
Till both their nation and their arts did corne
Arts, learning, and civility were spread;
And as in this our microcosm, the heart
Heat, spirit, motion, gives to every part; That strong Circaan liquor cease t' infuse,
So Rome's victorious influence did disperse Wherewith thou did it intoxicate my youth,
All her own virtues through the universe. Now stoop with dif-inchanted wings to truth ; Thee, my forgetful and ingrateful Muse.
Here some digression I must make, t'accuse As the dove's flight did guide Æneas, now May thine conduct me to the golden bough ;
Couldīt thou from Greece to Latium take thy Tell (like a tall old oak) how learning shoots
flight, To heaven her branche3, and to hell her roots.
And not to thy great ancestor do right?
The age wherein he liv'd was dark, but he CHEN God from earth form'd Adam in the Could not want light, who taught the world to see. east,
They who Minerva from Jove's head derive, He his own image on the clay imprelt;
Might make old Homer's ikull the Mufcs'hive; As subjects then the whole creation canie,
And from his brain, that Helicon distil,
Old Homer's soul, at last frori Greece retir'd, We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence;
In Italy the Mantuan swain ii 'pir'd. 'Twas his chicf punishment to keep in store When great Augustus made war's tempests cease, The sad renicmbrance what he was before; His halycon days brought forth the arts of peace; And though th' offending part felt mortal pain, He still in his triumphant chariot shines, 'Th' immortal part its knowledge did retain. By Horace drawn, and Virgil's mighty lines. After the flood, arts to Chaldæa fell,
'Twas certainly mysterious that the name The father of the faithful there did dwell,
Of prophets and of poets is the same; Who both their parent and instructor was; What the Tragedian † wrote, the late success From thence did learning inte Ægypt pafs: Declares was inspiration, and not guess : Moses in all th' Ægyptian arts was skill'd, As dark a truth that author did unfold, When heavenly power that chofen vesel fill’d; As oracles or prophets e'er foretold : And we to his high inspiration owe,
“ At last the occan fall unlock | the bound 'That what was done before the flood, we know.
“ Of things, and a new world by Tiphys found, From Ægypt, arts their progress made to Grecce,
“ Then ages far reniote shall understand Wrapt in the fable of the golden fleec.
" The ifle of Thule is not the farthest land." Mufæus, first, then Orpheus, civilize
Sure God, by these discoveries, did design Mankind, and gave the world their deities;
That his clear light through all the world should To many gods, they taught devotion,
shine, Which were the distinct faculties of one ;
But the obftruâion from that discord springs Th’Eternal cause, in their immortal lines,
The prince of darkness made 'twixt Christian kings; Was taught, and poets were the first divines : That peacefulage with happiness to crown, God Moses first, then David did inspire,
From heaven the Prince of Peace himself camc To compose anthems for his heavenly quire;
down; To th’one the style of friend he did impart,
Then the true Sun of Knowledge first appear'd, On th' other stanıp the likeness of his heart:
And the old dark mysterious clouds were clear'd, And Moles, in the old original,
The heavy cause of th' old accursed food Even God the poct of the world doth call.
Sunk in the sacred deluge of his blood. Next those old Greeks, Pythagoras did rise,
His passion, man from his first fall redeem'd; Then Socrates, whom th' oracle callid wife;
Once more to paradise restor'd we seem'd; The divine Plato moral virtue fhews,
Satan himself was bound, till th' iron chain Then his difciple Aristotle rose,
Our pride did break, and let him loose again. Who nature's secrets to the world did teach, Still the old sting remain'd, and man began Yet that great soul our novelists impeach;
To tempt the lurpent, as he tempted man; Too much manuring fill'd that field with weeds, Then hell sends forth her furies, Avarice, Pride, While sects, like locusts, did destroy the feeds;
Fraud, Discord, Force, Hypocrisy, their guids, The tree of knowledge, blasted by difputes, Though the foundation on a rock were laid, Producez fapless leaves instead of fruits;
The church was undermin'd, and then betray's; Proud Greece all nations elfe barbarians held,
Though the apostles these events foretold,
Yet even the shepherd did devour the fold :
Vates. + Seneca. $ The Prophecy.
The fisher to convert the world began,
Uncharitable zealour reason whets, The pride convincing of vain-glorious man; And double edges on our passions sets; But foon his followers grew a sovereign lord, 'Tis the most certain sign the world's accurst, ord Peter's keys exchang'd for Peter's sword, That the best things corrupted, are the worst; Which ftill maintains for his adopted son 'Twas the corrupted light of knowledge, hurl'd Vall patrimonies, thuugh himself had none; Sin, death, and ignorance, o'er all the world; Wreting the text to the old giants' sense,
That sun like this (from which our fight we have) That heaven, once more, muit suffer violence. Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave ; Then fubtle doctors fcriptures made their prize, And when thick mifts of doubts obscure his bcams, Caluifts, like cocks, struck out cach other's eyes; Our guide is error, and our visions dreams; Then dark distinctions reason's light disguis'd, 'Twas no falfe heraldry, when madness drew And into atoms truth anatomiz'd.
Her pedigree from those who too much knew; Then Mahomet's crescent, by our feuds encreaft, Who in deep mines for hidden knowledge toils, Blasted the learn'd remainders of the east : Like guns o'er-charg'd, breaks, misses, or recoils; That project, when from Greece to Rome it came, When subtle wits have spun their thread too fine, Mide mother ignorance devotion's dame: "Tis weak and fragile like Arachne's line: Then, he whom Lucifer's own pride did swell, True piety, without ceffation tost His faithful emiffary, rose from hell
By theories, the practice part is lost, To posseis Peter's chair, that Hildebrand,
And like a ball bandy'd 'twixt pride and wit, Whose foot on mitres, then on crowns did stand, Rather than yield, both sides the prize will quit; And before that exalted idol, all
Then whilst his foe each gladiator foils, (Whom we call Gods on earth) did prostrate fall. The atheist looking on, enjoys the spoils
. Then darkness Europe's face did overspread, Through seas of knowledge we our course advance, From lazy cells, where superstition bred,
Discovering still new worlds of ignorance;
And what seems more is mere opinion;
The standers-by see clearly this event, Then first our monarchs were acknowledg'd here, All parties say they're sure, yet all dissent ; That they their churches' nursing fathers were, With their new light our bold inspectors press When Lucifer no longer could advance
Like Cham, to fhew their father's nakedness,
By whose example, after-ages may
All human wisdom, to divine, is folly;
This truth, the wisest man made melancholy; And kindles with infernal flames their fires, Hope, or belief, or guess, gives some relief, Sends their forerunner (conscious of th' event) But to be sure we are deceiv'd, brings grief : Priating, his most pernicious instrument ! Who thinks his wife is virtuous, though not so, Wild controversy then, which long had slept, Is pleas'd, and patient, till the truth he know. Into the press from ruin'd cloysters leapt; Our God, when heaven and earth he did crcate, No longer by implicit faith we err,
Form'd man, who should of both participate ; Whilst every man's his own interpreter ;
If our lives motions theirs must imitate, No more conducted now by Aaron's rod,
Our knowledge, like our blood, must circulate. Lay elders, from their ends create their God; When, like a bridegroom from the east, the sun But seven wise men the ancient world did know, Sets forth, he thither, whence he came, doth run; We scarce know feven who think themsclves into carth's spungy veins the ocean finks, not fo.
Those rivers to replenish which he drinks; When man learn'd undefil'd religion,
So learning, which from reason's fountain springs, We were commanded to be all as one;
Back to the fource, some fecret channel brings. Fiery disputes that union have calcin’d,
'Tis happy when our streams of knowledge flow Almost as many minds as men we find,
To fill their banks, but not to overthrow.
OF OLD AGE.
"HOUGH all the actions of your life are
crown'd The like our Cyclops on their anvils beat; All the rich mines of learning ransack'd are,
With wisdom, nothing makes them more renown'dz. To furnish ammunition for this war :
SCIPIO. TO CATO.
Than that those years, which others think ex Of honour, wealth, and power, to make them fwee, treme,
Not every one such happiness can meet. Nor to yourself, nor us uncaly seem;
CAT. Some weight your argument, my Lalius, Under which weight most, like th' old giants, bears, groan,
But not so much as at first light appears. When Ætna on their backs by Jove was thrown. This answer by Themistocles was made, Cato. What you urge, Scipio, from right rea (When a Seriphian thus did him upbraid, son flows;
You those great honours to your country owe, All parts of age feem burthensome to those Not to yourself)-Had I at Seripho Who virtue's and true wisdom's happiness Been burn, such honour I had never seen, Cannot discern; but they who those posless, Nor you, if an Athenian you had been : In what's impos'd by nature find no grief,
cloath'd in indecent poverty, Of which our age is (rext our deuh) the chief, To the most prudent cannot easy be ; Which though all cqually desire t'obtain, But to a fool, the greater his estate, Yet when they have obtain'd it, they complain; The more uneasy is his age's weight. Such our inconstancies and follies are,
Age's chief arts, and arms, are to grow wife, We say it ftcals upon us unaware :
Virtue to know, and known to exercise;
I (when a youth) with reverence did look Of what, in that long space of time hath past, On Quintus Fabius, who Tarentum took; To foolish age will no remembrance lait. Yet in his age such cheerfulness was seen, My age's conduct when you seem t' admire, As if his years and mine had equal been; (Which that it may deserve, I much desire) His gravity was mixt with gentleness, "Tis my first rule, on nature, as my guide Nor had his age made his good-humour less
; Appointed by the Gods, I have rely'd;
Then was he well in years (the fame that he And nature (which all acts of life designs)
Was consul, that of my nativity) Not like ill poets, in the last declines :
(A ftripling then) in his fourth consulate But some one part must be the last of all,
On him a: Capua I in arms did wait. Which, like ripe fruits, muft either rot, or fall.
I five years after at Tarentum wan And this from nature must be gently borne, The quastorship, and then our love began; Else her (as giants did the Gods) we scorn. And four years after, when I prætor was,
LÆl. But, sir, 'tis Scipio's and my defire, He pleaded, and the Cincian law did pass. Since to long life we gladly would aspire, With useful diligence he us'd to engage, That from your grave instructions we might Yet with the temperate arts of patient age hear,
He breaks fierce Hannibal's insulting heats; How we, like you, may this great burthen bear. Of which exploits thus our friend Ennius treating
CAT, This I resolv'd before, but now shall do He by delay restor'd the commonwealth, With great delight, since 'tis requir'd by you. Nor preferr'd rumour before public health.
LEL. If to yourself it will not tedious prove,
“ When I refect on age, I find there are CAT. 'Tis true (as the old proverb doth relate)
“ Four causes, which its misery declare. Equals with equals often congregate..
1. Because our body's firength it much impairs : Two consuls (who in years my equals were)
2. That it takes of our minds from great oifairs : When senators, lamenting I did hear,
3. Next, ibat our sense of pleasure it deprives : That age from them had all their pleasures torn,
4. Laf, that approacbing death attends our lives. And them their former suppliants now scorn :
“ Of all these fevral ca:fe's I'll discourse, They, what is not to be accus'd, accuse,
“ Aiut then of excb, in order, weigh the force." Not others, but themselves their age abuse;
THE FIRST PART. Else this might me concern, and all my friends,
Whofe cheerful age, with honour, youth
, TWhich vigorous youth, and firength of bout
Joy'd that from pleasure's Navery they are free,
LÆl: This I believe; yet others may dispute,
Who when the fenate was to peace inclin'd Such science in his art of augury,
Nor only there, but all the world's beside :
Dying in extreme age, I prophesy'd
Yet others to like happy age arrive,
His master Gorgias at the hundredth year
And seventh, not his studies did forbear :
Said, he saw nothing to accuse old age.
None but the foolish, who their lives abuse, I every day 'gainst Carthage war proclaim, Age, of their own mistakes and crimes, accuse. (For Rome's destruction hath been long her aim) | All commonwealths (as hy records is seen) Nor shall I cease till I her ruin see,
As by age preserv'd, by youth destroy'd have Which triumph may the Gods design for thee;
been. That Scipio may revenge his grandfire's ghoft, When the tragedian Nævis did demand, Whose life at Cannæ with great honour loit Why did your commonwealth no longer stand? Is on record, nor had he weary'd been
"Twas answer'd, that their fenators were new, With age, if he an hundred years had seen, Foolish and young, and much as nothing knew. He had not us'd excursions, spears, or darts, Nature to youth hot rashness doth dispense, Bat counsel, order, and such aged arts;
But with cold prudence
doth recompense; Which, if our ancesters had not retain'd,
But age, 'tis said, will memory decay,
Themistocles (when ag'd) the names did know Therefore his fame for ever shall remain, Of all th’ Athenians; and none grow so old, How gallantly Tarentum he did gain,
Not to remember where they hid their gold. With vigilant conduct, when that sharp reply From
age such art of memory we learn,
To forget nothing, which is our concern;
Forgets, nor lawyer, nor philosopher;
Tis true, had you not loft, I had not gain'd. Where wisdum studious industry doth plant.
But in the quiet and contemplative;
When Sophocles (who plays wh-n aged wrote) The uibune of the people would divide
Was by his fons before the judges brought, To them the Gallic and the Picene field,
Because he pay'd the Museos such respect, Against the senate's will, he will not yield; His fortune, wife, and children to negled ; When being angry, boldly he declares
Almost condeinn'd, he niov'd the judges thus, Those things were acted under happy stars, Hear, but inítcad of me, my Oedipus: From which the commonwealth found good effects, The judges hearing with applause, at th' end But otherwise they came from bad aspects. Freed him, and said, no fool such lines had penn'd, Many great things of Fabius I could tell, What poets and what orators can ! But his son's death did all the rest excel;
Recount! what princcs in philosophy! (His gallant fon, though young, had conful been) Whofe constant ftudies with their age did strive, His funeral oration I have seen
Nor did they those, though those did them furvivo. Often; and when on that I turn my eycs,
Old husbandmen I at Sabinum know, I all the old philosophers despise.
Who for another year dig, plough, and sow; Though he in all the people's eyes seeni'd great, For never any man was yet so old, Yet greater he appear'd in his retreat;
But hop'd his life one winter more might hold. When feasting with his private friends at home,
Cæcilius vainly faid, each day we spend Such counsel, such discourse, from him diu come, Discovers something, which must needs offend;