Therefore the former foul muft needs be dead; And that, which now informs us, newly made. But when the body's made, when we begin To ev'ry bone, that ev'n the teeth feel pain: 660 Befides; why lions fury? Why the deer From their cold fires derive their natʼral fear? 710 Why foxes craft? Why proper pow'rs adorn | Each diff'rent kind, unless the fouls are born? For were the fouls immortal, could the mind Fly off, and leave his former cafe behind, And take another of a diff'rent kind? What change in an'mals manners must appear? The tyger-dog would fly pursuing deer; The hawk forget his rage, and learn to fear, Trembling at ev'ry little dove that flies; Men would be foolith all; and beafts be wife. For 'tis abfurd, that this immortal mind Should change according to the diff'rent kind Of body, unto which the foul's confin'd. For things thus changeable, the natʼral tie Of union broke, the fcatter'd parts can fly 719 Loos'd from limbs, bones, and nerves, fly off fe- Difpers'd, diforder'd, and themfelves can die. S cure and whole? But now fuppofe the mind was fram'd before, And then infus'd: Grant this, I'll afk no more: This proves 'tis mortal too: for while the foul Infinuates her fubftance o'er the whole, Its parts niu be diffolv'd; the nat'ral tie Of union loos'd. Therefore the foul can die. 670 As meats, diffus'd through all the members, lefe Their former nature, diff'rent things compofe: So minds, though fafe and whole they first begin To enter, are diffolv'd in ent'ring in, Because thofe fubtle parts, this foul contains, Must be diffus'd through all the nerves and veins: And that which enter'd, rules the body now, Is the fame foul, that dy'd in paffing through; And therefore fouls are born, and perish too. But grant you can believe, a proper foul Of matter; hunger, cold, no fharp disease, But if they fay, that fouls, expell'd by fate, To other bodies of like kind retreat; Then tell me why: Why does the wifeft foul, When creep'd into a child, become a fool? 730 Why cannot new born colts perform the courie With equal training as a full grown horfe? | But that the fouls are born, increase, and grow, And rife mature, as all their bodies do. Perchance they'll fay; weak minds, and tender fenfe Belong to tender bodies: Poor defence! This yields the caufe: this grants that minds are frail, Whofe former life and pow'rs can change and fail. 740 Befides; come tell me, why a foul fhould grow, And rife mature, as all the members do? If 'twere not born? When feeble age comes on, Why is't in hafte, and eager to be gone? What? does it fear, it makes fuch hafte away, To be imprifou'd in the ftinking clay? What? does it fear the aged heap's decay? Or that 'twill fall, and crush the mind beneath? Fond fear! immortal beings are exempt from death. 750 'Tis fond to think, that whilft wild beasts beget, Or bear their young, a thousand fouls do wait, Expect the falling body, fight and strive, Which firft fhall enter in, and make it live. Or is't agreed, do previous leagues declare, That 'tis her lawful right, who firft comes there, To enter in; and fo no need of war? Befides; no trees in heav'n, no stars below, The hills no fish, the ftones no moisture know; Each has its proper place to live and grow. So neither fouls can live without the blood, And nerves, and veins, and bones: for grant they could, 759 Then through one fingle part, as arm, or head, 'I would first be fram'd; and thence o'er th' others fpread: As water, into veffels pour'd, does fall Therefore the foul, spread o'er the limbs, must fail, And die with them, as years and death prevail. For that immortal beings fhould lie confin'd 770 To mortal, and their diff'rent pow'rs be join'd, And act on one another, is abfurd; [ford, Plain nonfenfe! What more fond can dreams afThan mortal with immortal join'd in one, Should feel thofe harms, 'twas free from when alone? Befides, what is immortal, must be fo Becaufe 'tis folid, 'bove the pow'r of blow; Whofe parts no wedge divides; which knows no pore; 780 And fuch are feeds, as I explain'd before : When we revolve how num'rous years have run, Thefe feeds of ours were once combin'd as now: Or ftopp'd the feeds, or made them all commence pain. But now the dead, though they fhould all return To life again, would grieve no more, nor mourn Without the whole, to which the parts may fly, For evils paft, than if they'd ne'er been born. 789 And leave the mighty all to waste and die. 800 Can very feldom if at all approach: arms, And all the world was fhook with fierce alarms;_ How can all this disturb our perifh'd sense? But now, fuppole the foul when separate, 820 Can live, and think in a divided state; Yet what is that to us, who are the whole, A frame compos'd of body, join'd with foul? Nay grant the fcatter'd afhes of our urn Be join'd again, and life and fenfe return; Yet how can that concern us when 'tis done; Since all the mem'ry of paft life is gone? Now when you hear a man complain, and And mourn his fate, because, when life is gone, By beafts, when dead; why is't not fo to burn? Ay, but he now is fnatch'd from all his joys; o'er Their empty, caufelefs fears, and weep no more? 'Tis true, thou fleep'st in death, and there fhalt lie, Free from all cares, to all eternity: 889 But we fhall mourn thee ftill; no length of years Shall overcome our grief or dry our tears. Now I would gladly know, come tell me why, Why dost thou pine with grief, and weep, and figh? Why dost thou vex thyself, and beat thy breast, Because thou once must sleep in death, and rest? So when the jolly blades, with garlands crown'd, Sit down to drink, while frequent healths go round, 900 Some, looking grave, this obfervation make: 920 And thus with loud complaints our folly check: more, 9307 Why fill defire t' increafe thy wretched ftore, Him fhe more fiercely chides: Forbear, thy fights, Thou wretch, cease thy complaints, and dry thy eyes. If old, thou haft enjoy'd the mighty store new: дво But nothing finks to hell, and fulph'rous flames, 9817 And with for what muft waste like those before? With vexing love, or whom fierce, cares moleft: Not rather free thyfelf from pains and fear, And thus, though thou doft ftill enjoy thy prime; 940 [death. For num'rous years, much more if free from Thefe are the eagles that ftill tear his breast. 999 He's Sifyphus, that ftrives with mighty pain To get fome offices, but ftrives in vain ; Who poorly, meanly, begs the people's voice, But ftill refus'd, and ne'er enjoys the choice: For itill to feek, and ftill in hopes devour, And never to enjoy the long'd-for pow'r, 1000 What is it but to roll a weighty stone Against the hill, which straight will tumble down? Almoft at top. it must return again, And with iwilt force roll through the humble plain. Laftly, fince nature feeds with gay delight, And never fills the greedy appetite, Since ev'ry year, with the returning fprings, She new delights, and joys, and pleasures brings: ΙΟΙΟ And yet our minds, amidit this mighty store, The furies, Cerberus, black hell, and flames, | Is by the mind's own nat'ral weight opprefs'd. there, 1070 They grow uneafy with their ufual care; Confider, even he, that mighty he, Who laugh'd at all the threat'ning of the fea; Who chain'd the ocean once, and proudly led His legions o'er the fetter'd waves, is dead. Scipio, that fcourge of Carthage, now the grave Keeps pris'ner, like the meaneft common flave. Nay, greatest wits, and poets too, that give Eternity to others, ceafe to live. Homer, their prince, that darling of the nine (What Troy would at a fecond fall repine To be thus fung)' is nothing now but fame; A lafting, far diffus'd, but empty name. 1039 Democritus, as feeble age came on, I will obey thy fummons, fate, and dy'd. main ; For they ne'er know the cause of all their pain : Our life must once have end: in vain we fly What though a thousand years prolong thy breath, How can this fhorten the long state of death? NOTES ON BOOK III. Ver. 1. In the first thirty-two verfes of this book, Lucretius addreffes himself to Epicurus of Athens, and calls him the father of the Epicurean philofophy. Democritus, indeed, was the first who fet it on foot; but Epicurus fo improv ed and perfected it, that the poet, with good reafon, ftyles him the parent and inventor of it. He praifes him for the happiness of his wit, and acknowledges the benefits he has conferred on mankind, in having explained the Nature of Things, overthrown all belief of Providence, and expelled the fears and terrors that arose from that opinion. Then he afferts almost the same thing, that L. Torquatus does, in Cicero, lib. i. de Finib. "Ego arbitror Epicurum unum vidiffe verum, maximifque erroribus hominum animos liberaffe, et omnia tradidiffe, que pertinent ad bene beateque vivendum." I am of opinion, that Epicurus only difcovered the truth, that he delivered the minds of men from the greatest errors, and taught all things that conduce to a good and happy life. Ver. 3. He means Epicurus. See the note on ver. 88. Book i. Ver. 5. The words in the original are, -Quid enim contendat hirundo Cienis? And how our tranflator came to change the fwallow to larks, I cannot well tell; nor why, in this place, he gives to the fwan the epithet of vigorous: Lucretius certainly alludes to the finging of the fwan, not to his ftrength: Befides, the lark is a tuneful bird, and perhaps fings sweeter than the fwan; for fwans and geefe, I believe, are alike melodious; though the first of them have had the good fortune to be celebrated by all the ancient poets for the sweetness of their voice: And even Macrobius, on the dream of Scipio, lib. ii. cap. 3. fays, " Aves quoque, ut lufcinia, ut cygni aliæque id genus, cantum veluti quadam difciplina artis exercent.' See the note on ver. 479 of Book ii. But fwallows, on the contrary, are blamed for their harsh chattering. Thus Anacreon, Ode xii. And the Anthology gives the fame name to Pindar: Θήβης ὠγυγίης Ελικώνιος ἴσατο κύχνος Tuneful Pindar, the Heliconian fwan of ancient Thebes: Thus too Virgil is called "Mantuanus Olor," the Swan of Mantua : And Theocritus terms the poets Μεσῶν ὄρνιθες, the birds of the mufes, as the commentators fay, in allufion to fwans, which Callimachus calls Muráwv ögviên; and in another place, 'Aróλdaves wagi gar, the affociates of Apollo, which is indeed a bold expreffion; but they were confecrated to him, and confequently beloved by the mufes and poets. More. over, Cicero, in Tufcul. i. fays, that the fwallow being an importunate, chattering bird, reprefents the ignorant; but the fwan, who never fings till he feels his death approaching, feems by that to foresee that there is fome good in death, and therefore it is an emblem of the learned: Whence the Greek adage, Tol ärovrai xúxroi, öτar xidm answer The swans will fing, when the jays hold their peace, is faid of thofe filly tattlers, who ought to be filent in presence of the learned. Ver. 11. An excellent comparifon! Lucretius avouches, that, like the induftrious bee, he gathers honey from the moft fragrant flowers, while he colleas and follows the wife doctrine and leffons of Epicurus. Ver. 13. Faber believes he alludes in this place to the Xgúra "En, golden verfes of Pythagoras. Ver. 17. For what reafon is there that men fhould fear the gods, whom they now know not to have been the authors of this world, nor to take any notice or care of the affairs of it? Ver. 19. Apparet divum nomen," fays Lucretius, looking through the gaping walls of the world, I plainly fee the gods, no lefs than I do all things elfe; but " nufquam apparent Acherufia templa," No hell, no fulph'rous lakes, no pools appear. Ver. 26. Ver. 23. That is to fay, for the gods. Thus too, Book i. ver. 81. fpeaking of the nature of the gods, he afferts it to be Sufficient to its own felicity; And that it wants nothing that is in our power to give it. Ipfa fuis pollens opibus, nil indiga noftri. Ver. 26. Lucretius fays only, -Nufquam apparent Acherufia templa. See the note, Book i. ver. 152. And methinks our tranflator, in this place, feems to have had in view, not fo much the fabulous hell of the heathens, which Lucretius denied, and derided, as that real place of eternal torment that we Chrifti. ans juftly believe, and tremble at; and which is thus excellently painted by Milton, in all its bor ror: i |