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But Fools the Good alone unhappy call, From Ills or Accidents that chance to all. Say, was it Virtue, more tho' Heav’n ne'er gave, Lamented Digby! funk thee to the Graae ? Tell me, if Virtue made the Son expire, Why full of Days and Honour lives the Sire ? Why drew Marseilles' good Bishop purer Breath, When Nature ficken'd, and each Gale was Death? Or why so long (in Life if long can be) Lent Heav'n a Parent to the Poor and me? Аа 4
This is the Force of the Poet's Reafoning, and these the Men'to whom he addreffes it, namely, the Libertine Cavillers againft Providencé.
II. But now, fò unhappy is the Condition of our corrupt Nature, that thefe are not the only Complainers. Religious Men are but too apt, if not to speak out, yet sometimes fecretly to murmur against Providence, its Ways are not equal : Especially those more inordinately devoted to a Sect or Party are scandaliz’d, that the Puft (for such they esteem theniselves) who are to judge the World, have no better Portion in their owni Inheritance. The Poet therefore now leaves those more profligate Complainersy and turns [from L. 128 to 147] to the Religious, in these Words :
But still this World (fo fitted for the Knave) Contents us not. A better shall we have! A Kingdom of the Just then let it be, But first confider how those Just agree. As the more impious Complainers wanted external Goods to be the Reward of Virtue for the moral