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Great Benefactors of mankind, Deliverers,

Worship'd with Temple, Prieft and Sacrifice;
One is the Son of Jove, of Mars the other,
Till Conqu❜ror Death discover them scarce men,
Rolling in brutish vices, and deform'd,
Violent or shameful death their due reward.
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence;
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance; I mention still

Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly patience born,
Made famous in a Land and times obfcure;

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Who names not now with honour patient Job?
Poor Socrates (who next more memorable?)
By what he taught and suffer'd for fo doing,
For truth's fake fuffering death unjust, lives now
Equal in fame to proudest Conquerors.
Yet if for fame and glory aught be done,
Aught fuffer'd; if young African for fame
His wafted Country freed from Punic rage,
The deed becomes unprais'd, the man at least,
And loses, though but verbal, his reward.

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Shall

Shall I seek glory then, as vain Men seek

Oft not deferv'd? I feck not mine, but his
Who fent me, and thereby witness whence I am.
To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd.
Think not fo flight of glory, therein least
Resembling thy great Father: he secks glory,
And for his glory all things made, all things
Orders and Governs, not content in Heav'n
By all his Angels glorify'd, requires

Glory from men, from all men good or bad,
Wife or unwife, no difference, no exemption;
Above all Sacrifice, or hallow'd gift

Glory he requires, and glory he receives
Promifcuous from all Nations, Jew, or Greek,
Or Barbarous, nor exception hath declar'd,
From us his foes pronounc'd glory he exacts.

To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd.
And reafon; fince his word all things produc'd,
Though chiefly not for glory as prime end,
But to fhew forth his goodness and impart
His good communicable t'ev'ry foul)
Freely, of whom what could he lefs expect
Than glory and benediction, that is thanks,
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The flightest, cafieft, readieft recompence

From them who could return him nothing else,
And not returning what would likelieft render
Contempt instead, dishonour obloquy?

Hard recompence, unfutable return

For fo much good, fo much beneficence.

But why should man seek glory? who of his own
Hath nothing, and to whom nothing belongs
But condemnation, ignominy, and shame?
Who for fo many benefits receiv'd
Turn'd recreant to God, ingrate and false,
And fo of all true good himself defpoil'd,
Yet, facrilegious, to himself would take
That which to God alone of right belongs;
Yet fo much bounty is in God, fuch grace,
That who advance his glory, not their own,
Them he himself to glory will advance.

So fpake the Son of God; and here again
Satan had not to anfwer, but stood ftruck
With guilt of his own fin, for he himself
Infatiable of glory had lost all,

Yet of another Plea bethought him soon.

Of

Of glory, as thou wilt, faid he, fo deem,
Worth or not worth their fecking, let it pass:
But to a Kingdom thou art born, ordain'd
To fit upon thy Father David's Throne;

By Mother's fide thy Father, though thy right
Be now in pow'rful hands, that will not part
Easily from poffeffion won with arms,
Judaa now and all the promis'd land,
Reduc'd a Province under Roman yoke,
Obeys Tiberius; nor is always rul'd

With temp❜rate fway; oft have they violated
The Temple, oft the Law with foul affronts,
Abominations rather, as did once

Antiochus: and think'st thou to regain
Thy right by fitting ítill or thus retiring?
So did not Machabeus: he indeed

Retir'd unto the Defart, but with arms;
And o'er a mighty King so oft prevail'd
That by ftrong hand his Family obtain❜d,
Tho'Priefts, theCrown,and David's Throne ufurp'd,
With Modin and her Suburbs once content.
If Kingdom move thee not, let move thee Zeal
And Duty, Zeal and Duty are not flow;

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But on Occafion's forelock watchful wait,

They themselves rather are occafion beft,

Zeal of thy Father's house, Duty to free

Thy Country from her Heathen fervitude;
So fhalt thou beft fulfil, best verifie

The Prophets old, who fung thy endless reign,
The happier reign the fooner it begins,

Reign then, what canft thou better do the while?
To whom our Saviour answer thus return'd.

All things are beft fulfill'd in their due time,
And time there is for all things, Truth hath faid:
If of my reign prophetic Writ hath told,
That it shall never end, fo when begin

The Father in his purpose hath decreed,
He in whose hand all times and seasons rolļ.
What if he hath decreed that I shall first

Be try'd in humble state, and things adverse,
By tribulations, injuries, infults,

Contempts, and scorns, and fnares, and violence,

Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting,

Without diftruft or doubt, that he may know
What I can fuffer, how obey? who best
Can fuffer, best can do; beft reign, who first

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