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But men endu'd with these have oft attain'd
In lowest poverty to highest deeds;
Gideon, and Jephtha, and the shepherd lad,
Whose offspring on the throne of Judah sat 440
So many ages, and shall yet regain
That feat, and reign in Israel without end.
Among the Heathen, (for throughout the world
To me is not unknown what hath been done
Worthy of memorial) canst thou not remember

Quintius, Fabricius, Curius, Regulus ?
For I esteem those names of men so poor
Who could do mighty things, and could contemn
Riches, though offer'd from the hand of kings.
And what in me seems wanting, but that I 450
May also in this poverty as soon
Accomplish what they did, perhaps, and more?
Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wite man's cumbrance, if not snare, more apt
To Nacken virtue, and abate her edge,

Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
What it with like adverfion I reject
Riches and realms; yet not for that a crown,
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Brings dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights,
To him who wears the regal diadem,
When on his shoulders each man's burthen lies;
For therein stands the office of a king,
His honour, virtue, merit, and chief praise,

That for the public all this weight he bears. 465 is Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules * Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king i

Which every wise and virtuous man attains :
And who attains not, ill aspires to rule
Cities of men, or headstrong multitudes,
Subject himself to anarchy within,
Or lawless passions in him which he serves.
But to guide nations in the way of truth
By saving doctrine, and from error lead
To know, and knowing, worship God aright, 475
Is yet more kingly : this attracts the soul,





Governs the inner man, the nobler part;
That other o'er the body only reigns,
And oft by force, which to a generous mind
So reigning can be no sincere delight.
Besides, to give a kingdom hath been thought
Greater and nobler done, and to lay down
Far more magnanimous than to affume.
Riches are needless then, both for themselves,
And for thy reason why they should be fought,
To gain a Iceptre, oftest better miss’d.





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A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted, and convinc'd
Of his weak arguing, and fallacious drift ;
At length collecting all his serpent wiles,
With foothing words renew'd, him thus accosts :

I see thou know'st what is of use to know,
What best to say canst say, to do canst do ;
Thy actions to thy words accord, thy words
To thy large heart give utterance due, thy heart
Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
Should kings and nations from thy mouth consult,
Thy council would be as the oracle
Urim and Thummim, those oraculous gems
On Aaron's breast; or tongue of feers old,
Infallible : or wert thou sought to deeds
That might require th' array of war, thy skill
Of conduct would be such, that all the world
Could not sustain thy prowess, or fublist
In battle, though against thy few in arms.
These God-like virtues wherefore dost thou hide,
Affecting private life, or more obscure
In favage wilderness ? wherefore deprive




All earth her wonder at thy acts, thyself
The fame and glory, glory the reward

That sole excites to high attempts, the flame
Of moft erected spirits, molt temper'd pure
Ethereal, who all pleasures elle despise,
All treasures and all gain esteem as dross,
And dignities and powers all but the highest ?

Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe ; the lon
Of Macedonian Philip had ere thele
Won Asia, and the throne of Cyrus held
At his dispose ; young Scipio had brought down
The Carthaginian pride : young Pompey quellid 135
The Pontic king, and in triuinph had rode.
Yet years, and to ripe years judgment mature,
Quench not the thirft of glory, but augment.
Great Julius, whom now all the world admires,
The more he grew in years, the more inflam’d
With glory, wept that he had liv'd so long
Inglorious : but thou yet art not too late.

To whom our Saviour calmly thus reply'd:
Thou neither dost persuade me to seek wealth
For empire's lake, nor empire to affect

For glory's take, by all thy argument.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame,
The people's praise, it always praise unmix'd ?
And what the people but a herd confus'd,

49 A miscellaneous rabble, who extol

[praise? Things vulgar, and, well weigh’d, scarce worth the

They praise, and they admire they known not what,
And know not whom, but as one leads the other ;
And what delight to be by such extollid,
To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, 55
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise?
His lot who dares be tingularly good,
Th'intelligent among them and the wise
Are few, and glory icarce of few is rais’d.
This is true glory and renown, when God,

Looking on th' earth, with approbation inarks
The jutt man, and divulges him through heav'n
To all his angels, who with true applaute

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Recount his praises : thus he did to Job,
When, to extend his fame through heav'n and earth,
As thou to thy reproach may'it well remember, 66
He ask'd thee, Haft thou seen my servant Job ?
Famous he was in heav'n, on earth less known;
Where glory is false glory attributed
To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame.
They err who count it glorious to fubdue

By conquest far and wide, to over-run
Large countries, and in field great battles win,
Great cities by assault: what do these worthies,
But rob and spoil, burn, laughter, and enslave
Peaceable nations, neighb'ring or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin whereloe'er they rove,
And all the flourishing works of peace destroy, 80
Then (well with pride, and must be titled Gods,
Great benefactors of mankind, deliverers,
Worshipt with temple, priest, and sacrifice ?
One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other;
Till conquer'd Death discover them scarce mnen
Rolling in brutish vices, and deformid,
Violent or shameful death their due reward.
But if there be in glory ought of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd,
Without ambition, war, or violence ;

go By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, By patience, temperance : I mention still Him whom thy wrongs, with faintly patience borne, Made famous in a land and times obicure; Who names not now with honour patient Job?

95 Poor Socrates, (who next more memorable ?) By what he taught, and suffer'd for so 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 suffer'd ; if young African for fame His wasted country freed from Punic rage, The deed becomes unprais’d, the man at least,




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And loses, though but verbal, his reward,
Shall I leek glory then, as vain men seek,

Oft not delery'd? I leek not mine, but his
Who sent nie, and thereby witness whence I am.

To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd :
Think not so night of glory; therein least
Resembling thy great Father : he seeks glory,
And for his glory all things inade, all things
Orders and governs; nor content in heav'n,
By all his angels glorify'd, requires
Glory from men, from all men, good or bad,
Wife or unwili, no difference, no exemption ;

Above all sacrifice, or hollow'd gift,
Glory he requirts, and glory he receives
Promiscuous from all nations, Jew, or Greek,
Or barbarous, nor exception hath declard;
Froin us his foes pronounc'd glory he exacts.'

To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd:
And reason , since his word ali things produc'd,
Though chiefly not for glory as prime end,
But to show forth his goodness, and impart
His good communicable to every soul

Freely; of whom what could be less expect
Than glory and benediction, that is, thanks,
The flightelt, easiest, readiest recompence
From them who could return hini nothing else,
And not returning that, would likeliest render

Contempt instead, dishonour, obloquy?
Hard recompence, unsuitable return
For so much good, lo much beneficence.
But why hould man leek glory, who of his own
Hath nothing, and to whom nothing belongs, 135
But condemnation, ignominy', and fhame ?
Who, for fo many benefiis receiv’d,
Turn'd recieant to Goi, ingrate and falle,
And so of all true good himleif despoil'd ;
Yet facrilegious, to bimself would take

That which to God alone of right belongs ;
Yet so much bounty is in God, such grace,

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