Wife or unwife, no difference, no exemption; Above all facrifice, 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 less expect Than glory and benediction, that is, thanks, The flightest, easiest, readiest recompence From them who could return him nothing else, And not returning what would likeliest render Contempt in stead, dishonour, obloquy? Hard recompence, unfutable return
For fo much good, so 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 answer, but stood ftruck With guilt of his own fin; for he himself Infatiable of glory had lost all: Yet of another plea bethought him foon.
Of glory, as thou wilt, said he, fo deem, Worth or not worth their fecking, let it pafs: 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 Eafily from poffeffion won with arms. Judaea 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 still, or thus retiring? So did not Machabaeus: he indeed
Retir'd unto the defart, but with arms; And o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd,
That by strong hand his family obtain❜d, Tho' priests, the crown, and David's throne ufurp'd,
With Modin and her fuburbs once content.
If kingdom move thee not, let move thee zeal And duty; zeal and duty are not flow, But on occafions forelock watchful wait: They themselves rather are occafion best; Zeal of thy father's house, duty to free Thy country from her heathen fervitude;
So fhalt thou beft fulfill, best verify
The prophets old, who fung thy endless reign, The happier reign the sooner it begins:
Reign then; what canft thou better do the while?
To whom our Saviour answer thus return'd. All things are best 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 whofe hand all times and seasons roll: What if he hath decreed that I shall firft
Be try'd in humble state, and things adverse, By tribulations, injuries, insults,
Contempts, and scorns, and snares, 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; best reign, who first Well hath obey'd; just trial ere I merit My exaltation without change or end. But what concerns it thee when I begin My everlasting kingdom, why art thou Solicitous, what moves thy inquifition? Know'st thou not that my rifing is thy fall, And my promotion will be thy destruction?
To whom the tempter inly rack'd reply'd: Let that come when it comes; all hope is loft Of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear; If there be worfe, the expectation more
Of worfe torments me than the feeling can. I would be at the worst; worst is my port, My harbour and my ultimate repose, The end I would attain, my final good. My error was my error, and my crime My crime: whatever, for itself condemn'd, And will alike be punish'd; whether thou Reign or reign not; though to that gentle brow Willingly I could fly, and hope thy reign, From that placid aspect and meek regard, Rather than aggravate my evil state,
(Would stand between me and thy fathers irc, Whose ire I dread more than the fire of hell). A shelter, and a kind of fhading cool Interpofition, as a fummer's cloud. If I then to the worst that can be haste, Why move thy feet so slow to what is best, Happiest both to thy felf and all the world, That thou who worthiest art should'st be their king? Perhaps thou lingreft, in deep thoughts detain'd Of th' enterprize so hazardous and high; No wonder; for though in thee be united What of perfection can in man be found, Or human nature can receive, confider,
Thy life hath yet been private, most part spent At home, scarce view'd the Galilean towns,
And once a-year Jerusalem, few days
Short fojourn; and what thence could'st thou observe? The world thou haft not seen, much less her glory, Empires, and monarchs, and their radiant courts, Best school of best experience, quickest in sight
In all things that to greatest actions lead. The wifeft, unexperienc'd, will be ever Tim'rous and loth, with novice modesty, (As he who fecking affes found a kingdom) Irrefolute, unhardy, unadvent'rous:
But I will bring thee where thou foon (halt quit Those rudiments, and fee before thine eyes The monarchies of th' earth, their pomp and state, Sufficient introduction to inform
Thee, of thy felf so apt, in regal arts,
And regal mysteries, that thou may'st know How best their opposition to withstand,
With that (fuch pow'r was giv'n him then) he took The Son of God up to a mountain high.
It was a mountain, at whofe verdant feet A fpacious plain, out-stretch'd in circuit wide, Lay pleasant; from his side two rivers flow'd, Th'one winding, th' other straight, and left between Fair champain with lefs rivers intervein'd, Then meeting join'd their tribute to the fea; Fertil of corn the glebe, of oyl and wine,
With herds the pastures throng'd, with flocks the hills; Huge cities and high towr'd, that well might feem The feats of mightiest monarchs, and so large The prospect was, that here and there was room For barren defart fountainless and dry. To this high mountain top the tempter brought Our Saviour, and new train of words began.
Well have we speeded, and o'er hill and dale, Forest and field, and flood, temples and tow'rs Cut shorter many a league; here thou behold'st
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