Abfurd the fam'd advice to Pyrrhus given, More prais'd, than ponder'd; fpecious, but unfound; An infuppreffive spring, will tofs him up In spite of fortune's load. Not kings alone, No Sultan prouder than his fetter'd slave: At fomething great; the glitter, or the gold; When human is fupported by divine. 390 395 400 Pleasure and pride (bad masters !) fhare our hearts, 405 As love of pleasure is ordain'd to guard And feed our bodies, and extend our race; The love of praise is planted to protect, What is it, but the love of praise, infpires, 410 415 Nor Nor is thy life, O virtue! lefs in debt To praife, thy fecret ftimulating friend. Thirst of applaufe calls public judgment in, Here a fifth proof arifes, ftronger ftill: 420 425 Why this fo nice conftruction of our hearts? Thefe delicate moralities of fenfe; 430 This conflitutional referve of aid To fuccour virtue, when our reafon fails; If virtue, kept alive by care and toil, 435 Of difciplines, and pains, unpaid) muft die? Why freighted-rich, to dash against a rock? Laughs heaven, at once, at virtue, and at man? Thus far ambition. What fays avarice? 440 This her chief maxim, which has long been Thine: 445 VOL. II. N . The "The wife and wealthy are the fame,"-I grant it. 450 Gall'd by the fpur, but stranger to the course, 455 (The course where stakes of more than gold are won) O'er-loading, with the cares of distant age, The jaded spirits of the prefent hour, Provides for an eternity below. "Thou shalt not covet," is a wife command; 460 But bounded to the wealth the fun furveys: Look farther, the command stands quite revers'd, Is faith a refuge for our happiness? Moft fure and is it not for reason too? 465 Nothing this world unriddles, but the next. Whence inextinguishable thirst of gain? From inextinguishable life in man: Man, if not meant, by worth, to reach the skies, Had wanted wing to fly fo far in guilt. 470 Sour grapes, I grant, ambition, avarice, Yet ftill their root is immortality: Thefe its wild growths fo bitter, and so bafe, (Pain and reproach!) religion can reclaim, Refine, exalt, throw down their poisonous lee, 475 And And make them sparkle in the bowl of bliss. See, the third witness laughs at bliss remote, Truth she shall speak for once, though prone to lye, Then hear her now, now first thy real friend. Since nature made us not more fond than proud Why should the joy most poignant sense affords This honeft infine speaks our lineage high; 480 485 490 Our glory covers us with noble shame, And he that's unconfounded, is unmann’d. 495 The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Thus far with Thee, Lorenzo! will I close, The witneffes are heard; the caufe is o'er; N 2 500 "Know, "Know, All; know, infidels,-unapt to know! 505 "Tis immortality your nature folves; ""Tis immortality decyphers man, "And opens all the mysteries of his make. "His fatelefs thirft of pleafure, gold, and fame, "What lefs than infinite makes un-abfurd 510 "Paffions, which all on earth but more inflames? 515 "Fierce paffions, so mif-meafur'd to this scene, "Stretch'd out, like eagles wings, beyond our neft, "Far, far beyond the worth of all below, "For earth too large, prefage a nobler flight, "And evidence our title to the fkies." Ye gentle theologues, of calmer kind! Whofe conftitution dictates to your pen, 520 Who, cold yourselves, think ardour comes from hell! Think not our paffions from corruption fprung, Though to corruption now they lend their wings; 525 That is their mistress, not their mother. All (And jufly) reafon deem divine: I fee, I feel a grandeur, in the pallians too, Which speaks their high defcent, and glorious end; Which speaks them rays of an eternal fire. 530 In Paradife itself they burnt as ftrong, Ere Adam fell; though wiser in their aim, Like the proud Eaftern, ftruck by providence, What though our passions are run mad, and stoop |