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His mcagre aspect, and his naked bones ;

With recent honors, bloom'd with every bliss, In gratitude for plumping up his prey,

Set up in ostentation, made the gaze, A pamper'd spendthrift; whose fantastic air, The gaudy centre, of the public eye, Well-fashion'd figure, and cockaded brow,

When forlune ihus has toss'd her child in air, He took in change, and underneath the pride Snatcht from the covert of an humble state. Of costly linen, tuck'd his filthy shroud.

How often have I seen him dropt at once His crooked bow he straiten'd to a cane ;

Our morning's envy! and our evening's sigh! And hid his deadly shafts in Myra's eye.

As if her bounties were the signal given, The dreadful masquerader, thus equipt, The flowery wreath to mark the sacrifice, Out-sallies on adventures. Ask you where? And call Death's arrows on the destin'd prey. Where is he not? For his peculiar haunts,

High fortune seems in cruel league with fate. Let this suffice; sure as night follows day, Ask you for what? To give his war on man Death treads in pleasure's footsteps round the world, | The deeper dread, and more illustrious spoil ; When pleasure treads the paths which reason shuns. Thus to keep daring mortals more in awe. When, against reason, riol shuts the door,

And burns Lorenzo still for the sublime
And gaiety supplies the place of sense,

Of life? To hang his airy nest on high,
Then, foremost at the banquet and the ball, On the slight timber of the topmost bough,
Death leads the dance, or stamps the deadly die; Rockt at each breeze, and menacing a fall ?
Nor ever fails the midnight bowl to crown. Granting grim Death at equal distance there ;
Gaily carousing to his gay compeers,

Yet peace begins just where ambition ends.
Inly he laughs, to see them laugh at him, What makes man wretched ? Happiness denied ?
As absent far; and when the revel burns,

Lorenzo! no: 'T'is happiness disdain'd. When fear is banish'd, and triumphant thought, She comes too meanly drest to win our smile ; Calling for all the joys beneath the Moon, And calls herself Content, a homely name! Against him turns the key, and bids him sup Our flame is transport, and content our scorn. With their progenitors-he drops his mask ; Ambition turns, and shuts the door against her, Frowns out at full; they start, despair, expire. And weds a toil, a tempest, in her stead ;

Scarce with more sudden terror and surprise, A tempest to warm transport near of kin. From his black mask of nitre, louch'd by fire, Unknowing what our mortal state admits, He bursts, expands, roars, blazes, and devours. Life's modest joys we ruin, while we raise ; And is not this triumphant treachery,

And all our ecstasies are wounds to peace; And more than simple conquest, in the fiend ? Peace, the full portion of mankind below.

And now, Lorenzo, dost thou wrap thy soul And since thy peace is dear, ambitious youth! In soft security, because unknown

Of fortune fond ! as thoughtless of thy fate! Which moment is commission'd to destroy ?

As late I drew Death's picture, to stir up In death's uncertainty thy danger lies.

Thy wholesome fears; now, drawn in contrast, sce Is death uncertain? Therefore thou be fit; Gay Fortune's, thy vain hopes to reprimand. Fixt as a sentinel, all eye, all ear,

See, high in air, the sportive goddess hangs, All expectation of the coming foe.

Unlocks her casket, spreads her glittering ware, Rouse, stand in arms, nor lean against thy spear; And calls the giddy winds to puff abroad Lest slumber steal one moment o'er thy soul, Her random bounties o'er the gaping throng. And fate surprise thee nodding. Watch, be strong; All rush rapacious; friends o'er trodden friends · Thus give each day the merit, and renown, Sons o'er their fathers; subjects o'er their kings Of dying well; though doom'd but once to die. Priests o'er their gods; and lovers o'er the fair, Nor let life's period hidden, (as from most,) (Still more adorn'd) to snatch the golden shower Hide too from thee the precious use of life.

Gold glitters most, where virtue shines no more ; Early, not sudden, was Narcissa's fate.

As stars from absent suns have leave to shine. Soon, not surprising, Death his visit paid.

O what a precious pack of votaries
Her thought went forth to meet him on his way, Unkennel'd from the prisons, and the stews,
Nor gaiety forgot it was to die :

Pour in, all opening in their idol's praise ;
Though fortune too, (our third and final theme,) All, ardent, eye each wafiure of her hand,
As an accomplice, play'd her gaudy plumes, And, wide expanding their voracious jaws,
And every glittering gewgaw, on her sight, Morsel on morsel swallow down unchew'd,
To dazzle, and debauch it from its mark.

Untasted, through mad appetite for more; Death's dreadful advent is the mark of man ; Gorg’d to the throat, yet lean and ravenous still. And every thought that misses it, is blind.

Sagacious all, to trace the sipallest game, Fortune, with youth and gaiely, conspir'd

And bold to seize the greatest. If (blest chance!) To weave a triple wreath of happiness

Court-zephyrs sweetly breathe, they lanch, they fly, (If happiness on Earth) to crown her brow. O'er just, o'er sacred, all-forbidden ground, And could Death charge through such a shining Drunk with the burning scent of place or power, shield?

Staunch to the foot of lucre, till they die. That shining shield invites the tyrant's spear, Or, if for men you take them, as I mark As if to damp our elevated aims,

Their manners, thou their various fates survey. And strongly preach humility to man.

With aim mis-measur'd, and impetuous speed,
O how portentous is prosperity!

Some darting, strike their ardent wish far off,
How, comet-like, it threatens, while it shines ! Through fury to possess it: some succeed,
Few years but yield us proof of Death's ambition, But stumble, and let fall the taken prize.
To cull his victims from the fairest fold,

From some, by sudden blasts, 'tis whirld away, And sheath his shafts in all the pride of life. And lodg’d in bosoms that ne'er dreamt of gain When Hooded with abundance, purpled o'er To some it sticks so close, that, when torn off

Torn is the man, and mortal is the wound. Survive myself ?- That cures all other woe
Some, o'er-enamour'd of their bags, run mad, Narcissa lives; Philander is forgot.
Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread. O the soft commerce! O the tender ties,
Together some (unhappy rivals!) seize,

Close-twisted with the fibres of the heart !
And rend abundance into poverty ;

Which, broken, break them; and drain off the soul
Loud croaks the raven of the law, and smiles : Of human joy; and make it pain to live-
Smiles too the goddess; but smiles most at those, And is it then to live? When such friends part,
(Just victims of exorbitant desire!)

"Tis the survivor dies—My heart, no more.
Who perish at their own request, and. whelm'd
Beneath her load of lavish grants, expire.
Fortune is famous for her numbers slain;
The number small, which happiness can bear.

Though various for a while their fates ; at last
One curse involves them all : at Death's approach,

All read their riches backward into loss,
And mourn, in just proportion to their store.

And Death's approach (if orthodox my song)
Is hasten'd by the lure of Fortune's smiles.

Containing the Nature, Proof, and Imporlance, of And art thou still a glutton of bright gold ?

And art thou still rapacious of thy ruin?

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow;
A blow which, while it executes, alarms;
And startles thousands with a single fall.

Where, among other Things, Glory and Riches are As when some stately growth of oak, or pine,

particularly considered. Which nods aloft, and proudly spreads her shade,

TO TIIE RIGHT HON. HENRY PELHAM, FIRST LORD The Sun's defance, and the flock's defence;

COMMISSIONER OF THE TREASURY, AND CHANCELBy the strong strokes of laboring hinds subdued,

Loud groans her last, and, rushing from her height
In cumbrous ruin, thunders to the ground:
The conscious forest trembles at the shock,

And hill, and stream, and distant dale, resound. Few ages have been deeper in dispute about reli-

These high-aim'd darts of Death, and these alone, gion than this. The dispute about religion, and Should I collect, my quiver would be full.

the practice of it, seldom go together. The shorter, A quiver, which, suspended in mid air,

therefore, the dispute, the better. I think it may Or near Heaven's Archer, in the zodiac, hung, be reduced to this single question, Is man immor(So could it be,) should draw the public eye,

tal, or is he not? If he is not, all our disputes are The gaze and contemplation of mankind !

mere amusements, or trials of skill. In this case, A constellation awful, yet benign,

truth, reason, religion, which give our discourses To guide the gay through life's tempestuous wave; such pomp and solennity, are (as will be shown) Nor suffer them to strike the common rock,

mere empty sound, without any meaning in them. “From greater danger, to grow more secure,

But if man is immortal, it will behove him to be And, wrapt in happiness, forget their fate."

very serious about eternal consequences ; or, in Lysander, happy past the common lot,

other words, to be truly religious. And this great Was warn'd of danger, but too gay to fear.

fundamental truth, unestablished, or unawakened He wood the fair Aspasia: she was kind :

in the minds of men, is, I conceive, the real In youth, form, fortune, fame, they both were blest ; source and support of all our infidelity; how reAll who knew, envied ; yet in envy lov'd:

mote soever the particular objections advan, ed Can fancy form more finisht happiness?

may seem to be from it. Fixt was the nuptial hour. Her stately dome Sensible appearances affect most men much more Rose on the sounding beach. The glittering spires than abstract reasonings; and we daily see bodies Float in the wave, and break against the shore : drop around us, but the soul is invisible. The So break those glittering shadows, human joys. power which inclination has over the judgment, is The faithless morning smild: he takes his leave, greater than can be well conceived by those that To re-embrace, in ecstasies, at eve.

have not had an experience of it; and of what The rising storm forbids. The news arrives : numbers is it the sad interest that souls should not Untold, she saw it in her servant's eye.

survive! The heathen world confessed, that they She felt it seen (her heart was apt to feel);

rather hoped, than firmly believed, immortality! And, drown'd, without the furious ocean's aid, And how many heathens have we still amongst In suffocating sorrows, shares his tomb.

us! The sacred page assures us, that life and imNow, round the sumptuous, bridal monument, mortality is brought to light by the Gospel : but by The guilty billows innocently roar;

how many is the Gospel rejected, or overlooked! And the rough sailor, passing, drops a tear;

From these considerations, and from my being A tear ?-Can tears suffice ?-But not for me. accidentally privy to the sentiments of some parHow vain our efforts! and our arts how vain! ticular persons, I have been long persuaded that The distant train of thought I took to shun,

most, if not all, our infidels (whatever name they TIas thrown me on my fate—These died together; take, and whatever scheme, for argument's sake, Tlappy in ruin! undivorc'd by death!

and to keep themselves in countenance, they paOr ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace

tronize) are supported in their deplorable error, Narcissa! Pity bleeds at thought of thee.

by some doubt of their immortality, at the bottom. Yet thou wast only near me ; not myself.

And I am satisfied, that men once thoroughly con vinced of their immortality, are not far from being But why more woe? More comfort let it be, Christians. For it is hard to conceive, that a man, Nothing is dead, but that which wishid to die; fully conscious eternal pain or happiness will cer- Nothing is dead, but wretchedness and pain; tainly be his lot, should not earnestly, and impar- Nothing is dead, but what encumber'd, gallid, tially, inquire after the surest means of escaping Block'd up the pass, and barr'd from real life. one, and securing the other. And of such an Where dwells that wish most ardent of the wise ? earnest and impartial inquiry, I well know the Too dark the Sun to see it; highest stars consequence.

Too low to reach it; Death, great Death alone, Here, therefore, in proof of this most fundamental O'er stars and Sun triumphant, lands us there.

truth, some plain arguments are offered ; argu- Nor dreadful our transition; though the inind,
ments derived from principles which infidels admit An artist at creating self-alarms,
in common with believers; arguments, which ap- Rich in expedients for inquietude,
pear to me altogether irresistible; and such as, Is prone to paint it dreadful. Who can take
I am satisfied, will have great weight with all, Death's portrait true? The tyrant never sat.
who give themselves the small trouble of looking Our sketch all random strukes, conjecture all;
seriously into their own bosoms, and of observing, Close shuts the grave, nor tells one single tale.
with any tolerable degree of attention, what daily Dealh, and his image rising in the brain,
passes round about them in the world. If some Bear faint resemblance; never are alike;
arguments shall, here, occur, which others have Fear shakes the pencil; Fancy loves excess;
declined, they are submitted, with all deference, Dark Ignorance is lavish of her shades:
to better judgments in this, of all points the most And these the formidable picture draw.
important. For, as to the being of a God, that is But grant the worst; 'tis past; new prospects ris.
no longer disputed; but it is undisputed for this And drop a veil eternal o'er ber tomb.
reason only; viz. because, where the least pre- Far other views our contemplation claim,
tence to reason is admitted, it must for ever be Views that o'erpay the rigors of our life;
indisputable. And of consequence no man can be views that suspend our agonies in death.
betrayed into a dispute of that nature by vanity; Wrapt in the thought of immortality,
which has a principal share in animating our mod- Wrapt in the single, the triumphant thought!
ern combatants against other articles of our belief. Long life might lapse, age unperceiv'd come on;

And find the soul unsated with her theme.
SHE* (for I know not yet her name in Heaven)
Not early, like Narcissa, left the scene;

Its nature, proof, importance, fire my song.
Nor sudden, like Philander. What avail?

O that my song could emulate my soul!

Like her, immortal. No-lhe soul disdains
This seeming mitigation but inflames;
This fancied medicine heightens the disease.

A mark so mean; far nobler hope inflames;
The longer known, the closer still she grew;

If endless ages can outweigh an hour, And gradual parting is a gradual death,

Let not the laurel, but the palm, inspire. 'Tis the grim tyrant's engine, which extorts,

Thy nature, immortality! who knows ? By tardy pressure's still increasing weight,

And yet who knows it not? It is but life From hardest hearts, confession of distress.

In stronger thread of brighter color spun, O the long, dark approach through years of pain, In Stygian dye, how black, how brittle here !

for ever; dipt by cruel fate Death's gallery! (might I dare to call it so) With dismal doubt, and sable terror, hung:

How short our correspondence with the Sun! Sick hope's pale lamp, its only glimmering ray;

And while it lasts, inglorious! Our best deeds, There, fate my melancholy walk ordain'd,

How wanting in their weight! Our highest joys,

Small cordials to support us in our pain,
Forbid self-love itself to flatter, there.
How oft I gaz'd, prophetically sad !

And give us strength to suffer. But how great,

To mingle interests, converse amities,
How oft I saw her dead, while yet in smiles !

With all the sons of reason, scatter'd wide
In smiles she sunk her grief to lessen mine.
She spoke me comfort, and increas'd my pain.

Through habitable space, wherever born,

Howe'er endow'd! To live free citizens
Like powerful armies trenching at a town,
By slow, and silent, but resistless sap,

Of universal Nature! To lay hold
In his pale progress gently gaining ground,

By more than feeble faith on the Supreme ! Death urg'd his deadly siege; in spite of art,

To call Heaven's rich unfathomable mincs Of all the balmy blessings Nature lends

(Mines, which support archangels in their state)

Our own! To rise in science, as in bliss, To succor frail humanity. Ye stars!

Initiate in the secrets of the skies! (Not now first made familiar to my sight) And thou, O Moon! bear witness; many a night

To read creation ; read its mighty plan He tore the pillow from beneath my head,

In the bare bosom of the Deity! Tied down by sore attention to the shock,

The plan, and execution, to collate! By ceaseless depredations on a life

To see, before each glance of piercing thoughi, Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful post

All cloud, all shadow, blown remote; and leave Of observation! darker every hour!

No mystery—but that of love divine, Less dread the day that drove me to the brink,

Which lifts us on the seraph's flaming wing, And pointed at eternity below;

From Earth's aceldama, this field of blood, When my soul shudder'd at futurity;

of inward anguish, and of outward ill, When, on a moment's point, th' important die

From darkness, and from dust, to such a scene! Of life and death spun doubtful, ere it fell,

Love's element! true joy's illustrious home! And turn'd up life; my title to more woe.

From Earth's sad contrast (now deplor'd) more fai

What exquisite vicissitude of fate! * Referring to Night V.

Blest absolution of our blackest hour!

And spun

Lorenzo, these are thoughts that make man, man, In endless voyage, without port? The least The wise illumine, aggrandize the great.

of these disseminated orbs, how great! How great, (while yet we tread the kindred clod, Great as they are, what numbers these surpass, And every momeni fear to sink beneath

Huge, as leviathan, to that small race, The clod we tread ; soon trodden by our sons.) Those twinkling muliitudes of little life, How great, in the wild whirl of time's pursuits, He swallows unperceiv'd? Stupendous these! To stop, and pause, involvid in high presage, Yet what are these stupendous to the whole! Through the long vista of a thousand years, As particles, as atoms ill perceiv'd ; To stand contemplating our distant selves,

As circulating globules in our veins ; As in a magnifying mirror seen,

So vast the plan. Fecundity divine! Enlarg‘d, ennobled, elevate, divine!

Exuberant source! perhaps, I wrong thee still. To prophesy our own futurities;

If admiration is a source of joy, To gaze in thought on what all thought transcends! What transport hence! yet this the least in Heaven. To talk, with fellow-candidates, of joys

What this to that illustrious robe he wears, As far beyond conception as desert,

Who toss'd this mass of wonders from his hand, Ourselves th' astonish'd talkers, and the tale! A specimen, an earnest of his power?

Lorenzo, swells thy bosom at the thought? | "Tis to that glory, whence all glory flows, The swell becomes thee: 'uis an honest pride. As the mead's meanest floweret to the Sun, Revere thyself;-and yet thyself despise.

Which gave it birth. But what, this Sun of Heaven
His nature no man can o'er-rate; and none This bliss supreme of the supremely blest ?
Can under-rate his merit. Take good heed, Death, only Death, the question can resolve.
Nor there be modest, where thou shouldst be proud; By Death, cheap-bought th’ ideas of our joy;
That almost universal error shun.

The bare ideas! solid happiness
How just our pride, when we behold those heights! So distant from its shadow chas'd below.
Not those ambition paints in air, but those

And chase we still the phantom through the fire
Reason points out, and ardent virtue gains ; O'er bog, and brake, and precipice, till death?
And angels emulate : our pride how just ! [quit And toil we still for sublunary pay?
When mount we? When these shackles cast? When Defy the dangers of the field and flood,
This cell of the creation ? this small nesi,

Or, spider-like, spin out our precious all,
Stuck in a corner of the universe,

Our more than vitals spin (if no regard
Wrapt up in fleecy cloud, and fine-spun air ? To great futurity) in curious webs
Fine-spun to sense; but gross and seculent of subtle thought, and exquisite design ;
To souls celestial; souls ordain'd to breathe (Fine net-work of the brain!) to catch a fly?
Ambrosial gales, and drink a purer sky;

The momentary buzz of vain renown!
Greatly triumphant on time's further shore, A name ; a mortal immortality!
Where virtue reigns, enrich'd with full arrears; Or (meaner still!) instead of grasping air,
While pomp imperial begs an alms of peace. For sordid lucre, plunge we in the mire ?

In empire high, or in proud science deep, Drudge, sweat, through every shame, for every gain
Ye born of Earth! on what can you confer, For vile contaminating trash ; throw up
With half the dignity, with half the gain, Our hope in licaven, our dignity with man?
The gust, the glow of rational delight,

And deify the dirt, maturd to gold? As on this theme, which angels praise and share ? Ambition, ararice ; the two demons ihese, Man's fates and favors are a theme in Heaven. Which goad through every slough our human herd, What wretched repetition cloys us here!

Hard-travel'd from the cradle to the grave. What periodic potions for the sick !

How low the wretches stoop! How steep they climb! Distemper'd bodies! and distemper'd minds! These demons burn mankind; but most possess In an eternity, what scenes shall strike!

Lorenzo's bosom, and turn out the skies. Adventures thicken! novelties surprise!

Is it in time to hide eternity ? What webs of wonder shall unravel, there! And why not in an atom on the shore What full day pour on all the paths of Heaven, To cover ocean? or a mote, the Sun? And light th' Almighty's footsteps in the deep! Glory and wealth ! have they this blinding power? How shall the blessed day of our discharge What if to them I prove Lorenzo blind ? Unwind, at once, the labyrinths of fate,

Would it surprise thee? Be thou then surpris'd ; And straighten its inextricable maze!

Thou neither know'st; their nature learn from me If inextinguishable thirst in man

Mark well, as foreign as these subjects seem, To know, how rich, how full, our banquet there! What close connexion ties them to my theme. There, not the moral world alone unfolds;

First, what is true ambition? The pursuit The world material, lately seen in shades,

Of glory, nothing less than man can share And, in those shades, by fragments only seen, Were they as vain as gaudy-minded man, And seen those fragments by the laboring eye, As flatulent with fumes of self-applause, Unbroken, then, illustrious and entire,

Their arts and conquests animals might boast, Its ample sphere, its universal frame,

And claim their laurel crowns, as well as we; In full dimensions, swells to the survey ;

But not celestial. Here we stand alone ;
And enters, at one glance, the ravisht sight. As in our form, distinct, pre-eminent;
From some superior point (where, who can tell ? If prone in thought, our stature is our shame:
Suffice it, 'tis a point where gods reside)

And man should blush, his forehead meets the skies llow shall the stranger man's illumin'd eye, The visible and present are for brutes, In the vast ocean of unbounded space,

A slender portion! and a narrow bound ! Behold an infinite of Roating worlds

These reason, with an energy divine, Divide the crystal waves of ether pure,

O'erleaps ; and claims the future and unseen ;

The vast unseen! the future fathomless!

Has thy new post betray'd thee into pride ? When the great soul buoys up to this high point, That treacherous pride betrays the dignity; Leaving gross Nalure's sediments below,

That pride defames humanity, and calls Then, and then only, Adam's offspring quits The being mean, which staffs or strings can raise The sage and hero of the fields and woods, That pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness soars, Asserts his rank, and rises into man.

From blindness bold, and towering to the skies. This is ambition : this is human fire.

"Tis born of ignorance, which knows not man ; Can paris or place (two bolo pretenders.) make An angel's second ; nor his second, long. Lorenzo great, and pluck him from the throng? A Nero quitting his imperial throne,

Genius and oil, ambition's boasted wings, And courting glory from the tinkling string, Our boast but ill deserve. A feeble aid !

But faintly shadows an immortal soul,
Dedalian enginery! If these alone

With empire's self, to pride, or rapture, fir'd.
Assist our flight, fame's flight is glory's fall. If nobler motives minister no cure,
Heart-merit wanting, mount we ne'er so high, E'en vanity forbids ihee to be vain.
Our height is but the gibbet of our name.

High worth is elevated place : 'lis more;
A celebrated wretch, when I behold;

It makes the post stand candidate for thee; When I behold a genius bright, and base,

Makes more than monarchs, makes an honest man Of towering talents, and terrestrial aims;

Though no erchequer it commands, 'tis wealth ; Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere, And though it wears no riband, 'tis renown; The glorious fragments of a soul immortal, Renown, that would not quit thee, though disgrac d With rubbish mix'd, and glittering in the dust. Nor leave thee pendent on a master's smile. Struck at the splendid, melancholy sight,

Other ambition Nature interdicts; At once compassion soft, and envy, rise

Nature proclaims it most absurd in man, But wherefore envy? Talents, angel-bright, By pointing at his origin, and end ; If wanting worth, are shining instruments Milk, and a swathe, at first, his whole demand; In false ambition's hand, to finish faults

His whole domain, at last, a turf, or stone ; Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

To whom, between, a world may seem too small. Great ill is an achievement of great powers.

Souls truly great dart forward on the wing Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray.

Of just ambition, to the grand result:
Reason the means, affections choose our end; The curtains fall: there, see the buskin'd chief
Means have no merit, if our end amiss.

Unshod behind this momentary scene;
If wrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain; Reducid to his own stature, low or high,
What is a Pelham's head, to Pelham's heart? As vice, or virtue, sinks him, or sublimes;
Hearts are proprietors of all applause.

And laugh at this fantastic mummery,
Right ends, and means, make wisdom: worldly.wise This antic prelude of grotesque events,
Is but half-witted, at its highest praise.

Where dwarfs are often stilled, and betray
Let genius then despair to make thee great; A littleness of soul by worlds o'er-run,
Nor flatler station. What is station high?

And nations laid in blood. Dread sacrifice
'Tis a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; To Christian pride! which had with horror shock il
It begs an alms of homage from the throng, The darkest Pagans offer'd to their gods.
And of the throng denies its charity.

O thou most Christian enemy to peace, Monarchs and ministers are awful names !

Again in arms? Again provoking fate? Whoever wear them, challenge our devoir. That prince, and that alone, is truly great, Religion, public order, both exact

Who draws the sword reluctant, gladly sheathes ; External homage, and a supple knee.

On empire builds what empire far outweighs, To beings pompously set up, to serve

And makes his throne a scaffold to the skies. The meanest slave; all more is merit's due,

Why this so rare? Because forgot of all Her sacred and inviolable right,

The day of death; that venerable day, Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man.

Which sits as judge; that day, which shall pronounce
Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth ; On all our days, absolve them, or condemn.
Nor ever fail of their allegiance there.

Lorenzo, never shut thy thought against it;
Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, Be levees ne'er so full, afford it room,
And vote the mantle into majesty.

And give it audience in the cabinet.
Let the small savage boast his silver fur;

That friend consulted, flatteries apart, His royal robe unborrow'd, and unbought,

Will tell thee fair, if thou art great, or mean. Iis own, descending fairly from his sires.

To dote on aught may leave us, or be left, Shall man be proud to wear his livery,

Is that ambition? Then let flames descend,
And souls in ermine scorn a soul without? Point to the centre their inverted spires,
Can place or lessen us, or aggrandize?

And learn humiliation from a soul,
Pygmies are pygmies still, though perch'd on alps; Which boasts her lineage from celestial fire.
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Yet these are they the world pronounces wise ; Each man makes his own stature, builds himself : The world which cancels Nature's right and wring Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids:

And casts new wisdom: e'en the grave man iends Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall. Ilis solemn face, to countenance the coin. of these sure truths dost thou demand the cause ? Wisdom for parts is madness for the whole. The cause is lodg'd in immortality.

This stamps the paradox, and gives us leave Ilear, and assent. Thy bosom burns for power;

To call the wisest weak, the richest poor, What station charms thee? I'll instal thee there; The most ambitious, unambitious, mean; Tis thine. And art thou greater than before? In triumph, mean; and abject on a throne. Then thou before wast something less than man. Nothing can make it less than mad in man,


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