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All Monarchies besides throughout the World,
And of my Kingdom there shall be no end;
Means there fhall be to this, but what the means,
Is not for thee to know, nor me to tell.

To whom the Tempter impudent reply'd.
I see all offers made by me how slight
Thou valu’f, because offer'd, and reject'st:
Nothing will please the difficult and nice,
Or nothing more than ftill to contradict:
On th’other side know also thou, that I
On what I offer ser as high eftcem,
Nor what I part with mean to give for naught :)
All these which in a moment thou behold'ft,
The Kingdoms of the World to thee I give;
For giv'n to me, I give to whom I please,
No trifle; yet with this reserye, not else,
On this condition, if thou wilt fall down,
And worship me as thy superior Lord,
Easily done, and hold them all of me;
For what can less so great a gift deserve ?

Whom thus our Saviour answer'd with disdain." I never lik'd thy talk, thy offers less, Now both abhor, since thou hast dar'd to utter

Th'abo,

Th’abominable terms, impious condition;
But I endure the time, till which expir’d,
Thou hast permission on me. It is written
The first of all Commandments, Thou shalt worship
The Lord thy God, and only him shalt serve;
And dar'st thou to the Son of God propound
To worship thee accurst, now more accurst
For this attempt bolder than that on Eve,
And more blafphemous which expect to rue.
The Kingdoms of the World to thee were giv'n,
Permitted rather, and by thee usurp'd,
Other donation none thou canst produce:

:
If giv'n, by whom but by the King of Kings,
God over all Supreme? if giv'n to thee,
By thee how fairly is the Giver now
Repaid? But gratitude in thee is loft
Long since. Wert thou so void of fear or shame,
As offer them to me the Son of God,
To me my own, on such abhorred pact,
That I fall down and worship thee as God?
Get thee behind me; plain thou now appear’st
That Evil onę, Satan for ever damn’d,

TO

To whom the Fiend with fear abalht reply'd. Be not fo fore offended, Son of God; Though Sons of God both Angels are and Men, If I to try.whether in higher sort Than these thou bear'st that title, have propos'd What both from men and Angels I receive, Tetrarchs of fire, air, flood, and on the earth Nations besides from all the quarter'd winds, God of this world invok'd and world beneath; Who then thou art whose coming is foretold To me so fatal, me it most concerns. The tryal hath indamag'd thee no way, Rather more honour left and more esteem; Me naught advantag'd, milling what I aim'd. Therefore let pass, as they are transitory, The Kingdoms of this world; I shall no more Advise thee, gain them as thou canst, or not. And thou thy self seem'st otherwise inclin'd Than to a worldly Crown, addicted more To contemplation and profound dispute, As by that early action may be judg'd, When flipping from thy Mother's eye thou went'st Alone into the Temple; there was found

Among

Among the gravest Rabbies disputant
On points and questions fitting Mofes Chair,

Teaching not taught, the childhood shews the man
As morning lhews the day. Be famous then
By wisdom; as thy Empire must extend,
So let extend thy mind o’er all the world,
In knowledge, all things in it comprehend:
All knowledge is not couch'd in Mofes Law,
The Pentateuch or what the Prophets wrote,
The Gentiles also know, and write, and teach
To admiration, led by Nature's light;
And with the Gentiles much thou must converse,
Ruling them by persuasion as thou mean'ft,
Without their learning how wilt thou with them,
Or they with thee hold conversation meet ?
How wilt thou reason with them, how refute
Their Idolisms, Traditions, Paradoxes ?
Error by his own arms is best evinc'd.
Look once more c'er we leave this specular Mount
Westward, much nearer by Southwest, behold
Where on th'¢

Ægean shore a City stands Built nobly, pure the air, and light the foil, Athens the eye of Greece, Mother of Arts

And

And Eloquence, native to famous wits
Or hospitable, in her sweet recefs,
City'or Suburban, studious walks and shades;
See there the Olive Grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attick Bird
Trills her thick-warbld notes the summer long,
There flow'ry hill Hymettus with the found
Of Bees industrious murmur oft invites
To studious muling; there Ilisus rolls
His whisp'ring stream; within the walls then view
The Schools of ancient Sages; his who bred
Great Alexander to subdue the World,
Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next:
There thou shalt hear and learn the secret pow'r
Of harmony in tones and numbers hit
By voice or hand, and various-measur'd verse,
Æolian charms and Dorian Lyric Odes,
And his who gave them breath, but higher sung,
Blind Melefigénes thence Homer callid,
Whofe Poem Phæbus challeng'd for his own.
Thence what the lofty grave Tragedians taught
In Chorus or Iambick, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight reeciv'd

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