The inomentary buzz of vain renown! A name! a mortal immortality' Or (meaner still) instead of grasping air, For sordid lucre plunge we in the mire? 215 Drudge, sweat, through every shame, for every gain· Our hope in Heaven, our dignity with man, Ambition, Avarice, the two demons these 220 Which goad through every slough our human herd, Hard-travel'd from the cradle to the grave. 225 How low the wretches stoop! how steep they climb. These demons burn mankind, but most possess Lorenzo's bosom, and turn out the skies. Is it in time to hide eternity? And why not in an atom on the shore To cover occan? or a mote, the Sun ? Glory and wealth! have they this blinding power? 230 What if to them I prove Lorenzo blind? Would it surprise thee? be thou then surprised; Thou neither know'st: their nature learn from me. Mark well, as foreign as these subjects seem, What close connexion ties them to my theme. 235 First, what is true ambition? The pursuit 240 As in our form distinct, preeminent : If prone in thought, our stature is our shame ; And man should blush, his forehead meets the skies. The visible and present are for brutes: A slender portion, and a narrow bound! These Reason, with an energy divine, O'erleaps, and claims the future and upseen 246 The vast unseen! the future fathomless! When the great soul buoys up to this high point, Can parts or place (two bold pre.enders) make 250 255 260 Assist our flight, Fame's flight is Glory's fall. A celebrated wretch when I behold, 265 When I behold a genius bright and base, Of towering talents and terrestrial aims, Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere, The glorious fragments of a soul immortal, 270 With rubbish mix'd, and glittering in the dust: 275 Great ill is an achievement of great powers. Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray. Reason the means, Affections choose our end. Means have no merit, if our end amiss. 280 If wrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain. Hearts are proprietors of all applause. Right ends and means make wisdom, worldly-wise Is but half witted at its nighest praise. 285 Let genius, then, despair to make thee great; Nor flatter station. What is station high? 'Tis a proud mendicant: it boasts and begs; Whoever wear them challenge our devoir. 290 External homage and a supple knee, To beings pompously set up, to serve 295 The meanest slave: all more is Merit's due, Her sacred and inviolable right; Nor ever paid the monarch, but the man. Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth; 300 Fools, indeed, drop the man in their account, 305 Pigmies are piginies still, though perch'd on Alps, 310 Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids; Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall. Of these sure truths dost thou demand the cause? The cause is lodged in immortality. Hear, and assent. Thy bosom burns for power; What station charms thee? I'll install thee there; "Tis thine. And art thou greater than before? Then thou before wast something less than man. Has thy new post betray'd thee into pride? That treacherous pride betrays thy dignity; That pride defames humanity, and calls 315 320 The being mean which staffs or strings can raise : 326 Tis born of Ignorance, which knows not man : 83 High worth is elevated place: 'tis more, It makes the post stand candidate for thee; 335 Makes more than monarchs, makes an honest man. Though no Exchequer it commands, 'tis wealth; Renown, that would not quit thee though disgraced, Nor leave thee pendent on a master's smile. 340 Other ambition Nature interdicts; Nature proclaims it most absurd in man, By pointing at his origin and end; Milk and a swathe, at first, his whole demand; His whole domain, at last, a turf or stone; 346 To whom, between, a world may seem too small. Of just Ambition, to the grand result, The curtain's fall; there see the buskin'd chief Unshod behind this momentary scene, 350 Reduced to his own stature, low or high, As vice or virtue sinks him, or sublimes; 355 To Christian pride! which had with horror shock'd The darkest Pagans, offer'd to their gods. O thou Most Christian enemy to peace! Again in arms? again provoking Fate? 360 On empire builds what empire far outweighs, Why this so rare ?--because, forgot of all 365 370 Which sits as judge; that day, which shall pronounce To dote on aught may leave us, or be left, 375 380 The world, which cancels Nature's right and wrong, And casts new wisdom: e'en the grave man lends This stamps the paradox, and gives us leave And downward pores for that which shines above, Then, like an idiot gazing on the brook, We leap at stars, and fasten in the mud ; At glory grasp, and sink in infamy. Ambition powerful source of good and ill! 385 390 395 Thy strength in man, like length of wing in birds 400 When disengaged from earth with greater case, |