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Fine things for nothing, transports out of season, Prom wayward nature, or lewd poets' rhymes? Effects uncaus'd, and murders without reason. From praying, canting, or king-killing times ? Here worlds run round, and years are taught to From all the dress which Gallia could pour forth, Each scene an elegy, each act a play. (stay, (These sons of schism) landed in the north? Can the same pow'r such various passions move? From whence it came, they and the d–1 best Rejoice or weep, 'tis ev'ry thing for lore.

know, The self-saine cause produces Hear'n and Hell: Yet thus much, Pope, each atheist is thy foe. Things contrary, as buckets in a well:

O Decency, forgive these friendly rhymes, One up, one down, one empty and one full: For raking in the dung-bill of their crimes. Half high, half low, half witty, and half dull. To name each monster would make printing So on the borders of an ancient wood,

dear, Or where some poplar trembles o'er the flood, Or tire Ned Ward, who writes six books a year. Arachne travels on her filmy thread,

Such vicious nonsense, impudence, and spite, Now high, now low, or on her feet or head. Would make a hermit, or a father write. Yet these love verse, as croaking comforts Though Julian rul'd the world, and held no more frogs,

Than deist Gildon taught, or Toland swore, And mire and ordure are the heav'n of hogs. Good Gregory 16 prov'd him execrably bad, As well might nothing bind immensity,

And scourg'd his soul, with drunken reason mad. Or passive matter immaterials see,

Much longer Pope restrain'd his awful hand, As these should write by reason, rhyme and rule, Wept o'er poor Nineveh, and her dull band, Or he turn wit, wbom Nature doom'd a fuol. Till fools like weeds rose up, and chok'd the If Dryden err’d, 'twas human frailty once,

land. But blundering is the essence of a dunce. Long, long he slumber'd e'er th' avenging hour:

Some write for glory, but the phantom fades: For dubious mercy half o'er-rul'd his pow'r: Some write as party, or as spleen invades : Till the wing'd bolt, red-hissing from above, A third because his father was well read,

Pierc'd inillions thro'- for such the wrath of And, murd'rer like, calls blushes from the dead.

Jove. Yet all for morals and for arts contend

Hell, Chaos, Darkness, tremble at the sound, They want them both, who never prais'd a friend. And prostrate fools bestrow the vast profound; More ill, than dull: for pure stupidity

No Charon wafts them from the farther shore, Was ne'er a crime in honest Banks, or me. Silent they sleep, alas ! to rise no more.

See next a crowd in damasks, silks, and crapes, O Pope, and sacred Criticism, forgive [live! Equivocal in dress, half- belles, half-trapes : A youth, who dares approach your shrine, and A length of night-gown rich Phantasia trails, Far as he wander'd in an unknown oight, Olinda wears one shift, and pares no nails: No guide to lead him, but his own dim light. Some in Curll's cabinet each act display, For him more fit in vulgar paths to tread, When Nature in a transport dies awar:

To show th' unlearned what they never read, Some more refin'd transcribe their Opera-lores Youth to improve, or rising genius tend, On iv'ry tablets, or in clean white gloves: To science much, to virtue more, a friend. Some of Platonic, some of carnal taste, Hoop'd or urhoop'd, ungarter'd or uplac'd. Thus thick in air the wing'd creation play, When vemal Phoebus rolls the light awny,

AN ESSAY ON REASON. A motley race, half insects, and half fowls, Loose-tail'd and dirty, may-flies, bats and owls. Cælestis rationis opus deducere mundo aggrediar. Gods! that tbis native nonsense was our worst !

Maxil. Lib. 1. With crimes more deep, O Albion, art thou From Time's vast length, eternal and unknown, curst.

Essence of God, coeval Reason shone :
No judgment open prophanation fears,
For who dreads God, that can preserve his fears?

Mark'd each recess of providence and fate,

Weighing the present, past, and future state: O save me, Providence, from vice retin'd,

'Ere Earth to start, from nothing was decreed, That worst of ills, a speculative mind !

'Ere may had fall'n, or God vouchsafd to bleed; Not that I blame divine philosophy (Yet much we risk, for pride and learning lye): Where virtue was but practice, nature's law;

Part of herself in Eden's pair she saw, Heav'n's paths are found by nature more than

Where truth was almost felt as well as seen, art, The school man's head misleads the layman's Where homage rove in praise and pray'r

(Perception half) and scarce a mist between: heart.

t'adore, What unrepented deeds has Albion done? Yet spare us, Heav'n! return, and spare thy while temp'rance cropt the herb, and mixt the

By one to hovour, and by one implore: [bowl, Religion vanishes to types and shade, (own. By wits, by fools, by her own sons be tray'd.

And health warm'd sense, and sense sublim'd the

soul. Sure 'twas enough, to give the dev'l bis due, Must such men mingle with the priesthood too?

Fear was not then, nor malady, nor age, So stood Onias at th’ Almighty's throne,

Nor public hatred, nor domestic rage: Profanely cinctur'd in a barlot's zone.

No fancied want, no lest of taste decreed Some Rome, and some the Reformation blame; The honest ox to gruan, the lamb to bleed: 'Tis hard to say from whence such licence came: From fierce enthusiasts, or Socinjans sad?

16 Gregory Nazianzen who wrote two satires, Collins the soft, or Bourignon the mad?

or invectives against Julian.

No earth-born pride had snatch'd th’ Almighty's | How, the first morning life inform'd his frame, rod,

Durst he profane his Maker's sacred name? O'erturn'd the balance, or blasphem'd the God: How without parents could intemp’rate rage No vice (for vice is only truth deny’d)

Spurn the hoar head, or mock the tears of age ? Nurs’d ignorance, or nature's voice bely'd. Why should he covet? when supremely blestHail, blissful pair! whose sense if farther Or why defraud? when all things he possostwrought,

The bridal bed for whom should he deceive ? Had weaken’d,stretch'd, and agoniz'd the thought, Or whom assassio, but his much-lov'd Eve ? Created both to know and to possess

Hence 'twas that man by positives was try'd: What we, unhappy, can but barely guess : And hence beheld the Godhead justifi’d. Truth to survey in clearest lights arrang'd,

Adil, that the reasoning faculty of man Ere frauds were form’d to rules, or words were Servd not as now, when Adam first began : Ere every act a double aspect bore, [chang’d, Much though he saw, yet little had he try'd, Or doubts intending well, perplext us more : Nor known experience, nature's surest guide:

You saw the source of actions and the end; See then a previous cause and reason giv'n Why things are opposite, and why they blend; Why a reveal'd instinct should come from Heav'n, How from eternal causes good and ill

Which op'd at once the natures and the pow'rs Subsist: how mingle, yet are diff'rent still : Of earth, air, sea, beasts, reptiles, fruits, and How modes unnumber'd soften and unite;

flow'rs. How strength of falsehood glares, and strength of Effects, as yet uncaus'd, thence Adam knew, , light:

The rage of poisons, and the balms of dew: Half of the God came open to your view ; Smild when the gen'rous courser paw'd the You hail'd his presence, and his voice you knew;

plains, That God, whose light is truth, whose vast extent Yet shund the tygress and her beauteous stains : Of pleasure, good self-form'd and self-content! Nurs'd the soft dove that slumber'd on his breast, Unhurt by years, unlimited by place,

Nor touch'd the dipsas' poison-flaming crest. At once o'erflowing time and thought and space. How had he trembled in that bless'd abode,

By knowing him, you knew him to be best, Had not his sovereignty been taught by God? (For the first attribute infers the rest),

Or how, unlicens'd, durst he wanton tread Knew from his mind why boundless virtues rose, Ev’n the green insect in its herbal bed ? Why his unerring will that virtue chose,

For life, like property, is no man's slave, Not something sep'rate (as the deist dreams) And only he can reassume that gave. To circumscribe bis pow'r, contract his schemes: (This by the way:) the histry of the fall, For reason thongh it binds th' immortal will, And how the first-form'd loins contain'd us all, Is but a portion of the Godhead still :

Dread points! which none explain, and few conThis learn, ye wits, by sacred myst’ry aw'd,

ceive, And know that God is only guide to Gud. We wave for ever, doctors, by your leave. This the first knew, their heart, their knowledge Ethnics and Christians a corruption grant, clear;

The manner how, still wicked wits may want, Their reason perfect, as their frame could bear: So, if they doubt wlial sound, or vision be, Till lust of change and more than mortal pride Thence let them prove we cannot hear, or see. Infring'd the law, the penalty defy'd:

'Spite of their mock'ry also, plain is this, Curst by themselves in Eden's blest abodes, That no man had a plea to Adam's bliss. Possessing all, yet raging to be gods :

Grant that the parent wastes a vast estate
Thence sin unverv'd the sense, obscur'd the soul, Is he for that, just object of our hate,
And still increas’d, like rivers as they roll: Provided all remains that use requires,
For nature once deprar'd, like motion crost, Or need can crave, for ends and for desires,
Ne'er of herselfcan gain the pow'rs she lost. To point out evil, virtue's heights to reach,
But here the moderns eagerly dispute,-

This life to soften, or the next to teach ? “ Why in a state of knowledge absolute,

Shall man, because he wants a seraph's flame, (Where upmix'd truth came naked to the view, Not taste the joys proportion'd to his frame? And the first glance could pierce all nature thro',) Knowledge enough for use, for pride is giv'n; God should an edict positive decree

Strong, but not sensitive as truth in Heav'n: And guard so strict th' inviolable tree?

Clear yet adapted to the mental sight: This were for trifles sagely to contend,

For too much truth o'erpow'rs, as too much light, To barter truth for show, for means the end.” Reason, like virtue, in a medium lies: [wise, Agreed: but first our mighty sect should A hair's-breadth more might make us mad, not prove

Out-know ev'n knowledge, and out-polish art, God has no title to our faith or love :

Till Newton drops down giddy—a Descartes ! To a: e submissive, reverential fear,

For reason, like a king who thirsts for pow'r, To hope, to homage, to the grateful tear: Leaves realms unpeopled, while it conquers more: That truth omniscient may sometimes deceive, Admit our eye-sight as the lynx's clear: That all-wise bounty knows not what to give: T'attain the distant, we o'ershoot the near: First let the critics of the Godhead make (for art too nice, like tubes revers'd, extends Such theorems clear, and then this answer take : Things beyond things, till ev'n the object ends.)

That Adam, thongli all moral truth he saw, Hence nature, like Alcides, saw 'twas fit Yet scarce a motive had t infringe that law: To fix th' extremest stretch of human wit ; How could he honour other gods than one? Wit, like an insect clamb’ring up a ball, How change a spirit into sculptur'd stone? Mounts to one point,and then of course must fall, YOL, XVI.

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lies :

No wiser, if its pains proceed, than end,

Such were the paths, the rubric ancients trod, And all its journey only to descend.

The friends of virtue and the friends of God. The question is not therefore, how much light Science like this, imporiant and divine, God's wisdom gives us, but t’exert it right: The good man oflers, Reason, at thy sbrine: Enough remains for ev'ry social end.

Sees thee, God, Nature (well explain'd) the same: For practice, theory, self, neighbour, friend : Not chang'd when thought on, varying but in Then call not knowledge narrow, Heav'n unkind; One curse there is, 'tis wantonness of mind. - Sees whence each aptitude,each diffrence springs, No human plummets can abysses sound : How thougbt ev'n acts, and meaning lives in Agreed : yet rocks they reach and shelving

things : ground:

Or else examines at less studious hours Thus reason where 'tis dang'rous, steers us right, The thinking faculty, its source, its pow'rs: And then dissolves amidst th' abyss of light. How stretch'd like Kneller's canvas first it lies, "Tis reason finds th' horizon's glim m'ring line 'Ere the soft tints awake, or outlines rise: Where realms of truth,and realms of errour join: How till the finishing of thrice sev’n years, Views its own heinisphere with thankful eyes, The master figure Reason scarce appears : Thinks nature gooil in that which she denies : Sighs to survey a realm by right its own, While pride amidst the vast abrupt must soar- While passion, fierce co-heir, risurps the throne; Alas! to fathom God is to be more !

A second Nero, turbulent in sway, Then dare be wise, into thyself descend, His pleasure, noise, his life one stormy day: Sage to some purpose, studious to some end : Headstrong in love, and headstrong too in hate, Search thy own heart, the well where knowledge Resolu'd tenslave the mob, or sink the state:

(skies : Sad farce of pow'r, sad anarchy of things, Thence (not from higher earth) we catch the Where brutes are subjects, and where tyrants Leave myst'ry to the seraph's purer thought

kings! Which takes in truth, as forms by streams are Yet in this infant state, by stealth, by chance, caught:

Th’increasing mind still feels a slow advance, Leaves lust to brutes whose unhurt sense is such, Thro' the dark void ev'n gleams of truth can That tenfuld transport thrills at ev'ry touch: And love of liberty upheave at root: [shoot, Holding the midale sphere where reason lies, No more the tender seeds unquicken'd lie, Than these mure temp'rate, as than those less But stretch their form and wait for wings to fly. wis..

Sensation rst, the ground-work of the whole, Each pow'r of animals in each degree,

Deals ray by ray each image to the soul: Ev'n second instinct, knowledge is to thee : Perception true to every perre, receives Th' effect as certain, tho' the birth more slow, The various impulse, now exults, now grieves: For like vise rose it must expand and blow: Thought works and ends, and dares afresh beTime must call forth the manhood of the mind,

gin: By study strengthen'd, and by taste refin'd : So whirlpools pour out streams, and suck them Its action open, as its purpose true,

That thought romantic Memory detains Slow to resolve, but constant to pursue:

In unknown cells, and in aerial chains : Weeded from passion, prejudice and pride, Imagination thence her flow'rs translates ; Mod'rate to all, yet steady to one side.

And Pancy, emulous of God, creates : Such unce was Knight: in word, in action clear, Experience slowly moving next appears, Er'n in the last recess of thought sincere: Wise but by habit, judging but from years : Greal without titles, virtuous without show, Till Knowledge comes, a wise and gen'rous heir, Learn d without pride, and just without a foe: And opes the reservoir, averse to spare : Alike hunane, to pity, or impart:

And Reason rises, the Newtonian sun, The coolest head, and yet the warmest heart. Moves all, guides all, and all sustains in one. ( early lost! With ev'ry grace adorn'd!

Bright emanation of the Godhead, hail! By me (so Heav'n ordain'd it) always mourn'd; Fountain of living lustre, ne'er to fail : In life's full joy, and virtues fairest bloom As none deceiving, so of none deceiv'd : Uptimely check'd, and hurry'd to the tomb: Beheld, and in the act of sight believ'd; Torn ev’n from her whom all the world approv'd, In truth, in strength, in majesty array'd, More blest than man, and more than man be- No change to turn thee, and no cloud to shade, lov'd.

Such in herself is Reason-deist, say, How few, like thee, truth's arduous paibs can What hast thou here t'object, t'explain away! tread,

[head? Thinkst thou thy reason this unerring rule? Trace her slow streams, and taste them at their | Then live a madman--and yet die a fool ! See how scarft sages, and pale schoolmen roam God gave us reason as the stars were givin, From art to art? their mind a void at home. Not to discard the Sun, but mark out Heav'n; Fir oft our understanding opes our eyes,

At once a rule of faith, if well employd, Forgets itself, tho' all things it deseries. A source of pleasure, if aright enjoy'd, Minds like fine pictures are by distance prov'd, A point, round which th' eternal errour lies And objects proper, only as remov'd.

Of fools too credulous, and wits too wise : Yet reason has a fund of charms t'engage A faithful guide to comfort and to save, Art, study, meditation, youth and age: Till the mind floats, like Peter ou the ware: Beanty, which must the slave, the monarch strike; Then bright-ey'd Hope descends, of beav'nly Homage, which paid not, injures both alike: And Faith our immortality on Earth. [birth, Virtue at once to please, and to befriend, A Saviour speaks! lo! darkness low'rs no more, (Great Nature's clue, observant of its end); And the husb'd billows sleep against the shore.

[in; If this be hardship, let the dying heir

Bloom or on Albion's, or on India's coast, Spurn back bis father's aid, and curse his care : Midst Abyssinia's flames, or Zembla's frost. If this be cruel, partial and unwise,

Yet still the wits and moralists exclaim, Then perish infidel, and God despise.

" That virtue's casual oft, and oft a name: Nor flows it hence, that revelation's force At Esperanza's cape (or Jesuits lie) Chains reason down, or thwarts it in its course: Their baptism's urine, and their god a ily: Since obligation, first of moral ties,

Old Cato, sagely vers'd in stoic laws, Binds thus, and yet no tyranny implies : Still hackney'd out his wife to serve the cause: We grant that men th' eternal motive see, And incest. for th' advantage of a nation Yet motive, where there's choice, still leaves Was sacred made by Spartan toleration: them free:

Midst Tart'ry's deserts, and Cathaya's sands, True liberty was ne'er by licence gain'd,

In their horse-soup their natives wash their Nor are liege-subjects slaves because restrain'd;

hands: Restriction shows the check, but uo:e creates : One drop of wine but in their chamber spilt, So prescience finds, but not necessitates. Is certain death, inexpiable guilt'!

Yet still the wits with partial voice exclaim, For a huge whore, see heroes, kings, at strife, " What art thou truth? What knowledge, but a But never virgin there was made a wife 2." pame?

Of all assertions, these indeed are chief In short, are mortals free, or they are bound ? T'excite compassion, tho' not shake belief: Tell us, is reason somethiug, or a sound ?” Since from an agent's want of taste and skill

Priends, 'tis agreed : behold the gen'rous part, It flows not that the rule must needs be ill; My soul at once unfolded, and my heart; For truth exists abstracted from the mind, Too brave to be by superstition aw'd,

And Nature's laws are laws, tho' mau be blind, And yet too modest to confront the God:

Reason, at most, but imitates the Sun, Chain'd to no int'rest, bigot to no cause,'

To each is various, and to all is one: Slave of vo hope, preferment, or applause :

Perfect, consider'd in itself, 'tis true, For those who cleave to truth for virtue's sake, And yet imperfect as exerted too : Enjoy all party-good, yet nothing stake. The mental pow'r eternal, equal, fixt,

Thoa then, O source of uncreated light, The human act anequal, casual, mixt; Hallow my lips, and guard me while I write. And if such dormant reason bears no fruit,

First in that Pow'r (to whose eternal thought Dead in the branch, tho' real at the root, No outward image e'er one image brought,

Defect and actual ignorance are one, The part, the whole, the seer and the seen,

For useless talents are the same as none : No distance, inference, or act between), All men may catch the heights of truths,'tis true, Reason presides, diffusing thence abroad But the great question is, if all men do. Thro' truth, thro' things—the test, the point of

“ Oh but:" says one,

Wjf reason comes from God.

Heav'n, As perfect reason from the Godhead springs, “Nature, or God, must deal the blessing ev'n." (And still unchang'd if perfect): so froin things, Agreed : and in a prior sense they dn; Truths, actions in their kind and their degree, But still improve the gift devolves on you: Starts real meaning, difference, harmony.

Reason in this respect, I boldly say— [lay) These all imply a reason, reason still

(And so do thousands, schoolmen, churchmen, A duty; good, if sought; if sought not, ill: No more is natural, and inly born Hence in the chain of causes, virtue, vice, Than love, or lust, or pride, or hate, or scorn: And hence religion, take their gen'ral rise. 'Tis man's l'exert, exalt, subject, impart:

God first creates; the ref'rence, nature, force Here lies the honesty and here the art. Of things created must result of course:

'Tis his, ť improregood sense, but none create, As well might sense its evidence disclaim, Ty'd down to spend no more than his estate: Or chance sketch out Earth's, Heav'n's stupen. To strike no notion out, no truth deduce, dous frame;

But just as nature sow'd the seeds for use. As well might motion to be rest consent,

This instance urg'd and drawn from mental As well might matter fill without extent,

pow'rs, As things (instead of being what they ought) Earth each day testifies in trees and flowers : Sink into hazard, whim, caprice, or nought. Culture with skill, and science join'd with toil,

Hence in each art, the great, the glorious Teach Persia's peach to bloom in Albion's soil ; For science only copies moral charms, [warms, As truly nature's produce here, as there Mysterious excellence ! the dome, the draught, In its own sunshine and its spicy air. The lay, the concert swell upon the thought. For truth, like earth made barren by the fall,

The mind to nobler beauty thence proceeds, Just as men labour, tribute pays to all: The union, colouring, and force of deeds; Plain, if kind Heav'n two blessings shall impart, Swells in the hero's cause with vast esteem, A reasonable head, and upright heart: Pants for the patriot, and would more than seem; For plainness rises in a giv'n degree Labours with Brutus in the stern decree, (free!As men are honest, and as men can see: Yet whispers 'midst his tears, “O Rome be Quarles may be harder to th' unletter'd clown Envies at Utica the stoic sword,

Than Hed'lin, or Bossu to wits in town. Or bleeds at Carthage, martyr to its word. Wbat's ethic to the true pains-laking man, These truths congenial, nor devis'd though Who never thinks, and cheats but all he can?” found,

Voyages de Carpin. Live in each age, and shoot from ev'ry ground:

* Histoire des Gherills.


What's Shaftsbury's hairs-breadth morals at the He therefore best infers who steers by fact, 'change?

And weighs not reason's pow'r, but folly's act: Or Tindal's fitness at Philemon's Grange?

Which of these godlike ancients eren drew, Or solid reasoning to the headstrong youth, The wkole of ethics justly round and true? His tutor, pain, experiment his truth?

Had mission or to prophecy or preach, In short one sentence may the whole discuss- Sanction t'excite, authority to teach? As we with truth, truth coincides with us : Nay er’n their rule of morals and of life This boults the matter fairly to the bran, Was often wrong, oft various, oft at strife. And nothing more wits, bards, deans, doctors 'Gainst state or priest they little durst impart,

Their lips scarce breath'd the truths that scorch'd Nature, like God, ne'er felt the least decay:

their heart. But human nature has, and oft she may : Hence Samos' sage the current faith advis'd, Full in the child th' unsivew'd sire appears, Hence Plato trimın'd bis creeds, and temporiz'd, More weak by growth, more infantine by years; And Greece for one man's 9 head, in holy rage, And ductile vice each new impression takes, (A strange example in that mod'rate age!) Passive as air, with ev'ry inotion shakes. More art employ'd, inore premiums issu'd forth,

Like some true Roman dome mankind appears, Than all our modern deists' heads are worth. The pile impaird, but not o'erwhelm'd by years: Nay half the source of most the ancients knew, Er'n the remains, strength, beauty, use, in part, From Noah they, as he from Eden drew: And faint, or rough, are equal proofs of art : Whence truth in secret pipes to Memphis pass; Yet nothing but the first creating hand

Thence strain'd thro' Jewry, water'd Asia last. Shall fill the shadowy lines, or new command, So Nilus wanders mystic în its flow, Bid the stretch'd roof to swell, the arch to bend, And columns tost from Tempe feed the Po. The wings to widen, and the front extend.

Now too, wit's Titans, spite of all their boast, Yet as true madmen most their friends suspect, But combat God with his own arms at most: So wits for this, shall ev'n their God reject. The truths they boast of, and the rules they Not that my verse right reason would control,

know, True freedom limit, or contract the soul: Seen not, or own'd not, first from Scripture flow, Th’exchange were one to bigotry from pride, So painters, us'd to copy, seem t' invent, A hajr'3-breadth serves to join them, or divide : Of aid unconscious, and in theft content. Yet proper decencies must still be bad,

Faith strikes the light, but pride assumes the Not meanly pious we, nor vainly inad:

fame, Reason, like Israel, Horeb's place descries, Sure, like th'oblig'd, t'efface her patron's name; But if she gazes wantonly, she dies :

For as when vig'rous breezes drive a fleet, If well-attemper'd, her etherial light

Earth seems to stretch, and lab'ring floats to Will fix our slippery steps, and gild our night:

meet, Or else at most we run a rash career,

(Solid herself and fix): so here 'tis thus : Or fare like pilots, who by meteors steer.

Nor we to God, but God accedes to us. For like a mark she's faithful to the view,

For, ah! ev'n here, where life a journey runs, But just as distance, force, and aim are true : Blest with new day-light and with nearer suns, Then guide and judge, and guardian of our ways, Virtue's dim lights by God's own hand supplied, Test of our deeds, and umpire of our praise, With sanction strengthen’d, honour'd with a Source of our joy, and bound'ry of our grief,

guide, Anchor of hope, and pilot of belief,

How few (except instructed first and led) True to the clear, unbiass'd, bumble soul, Can thread the maze, or touch the fountain's Which trembling seeks her, as the steel its pole. Observe a mean twixt bigotry and pride, [head!

Yet ab! how few ev'n ancient times beheld, Hit the strait way, or err not in the wide! (When Greece and Rome in arms and arts ex- If reason then scarce finishes the best, cell'd)

Th' unbias'd few, how fares it with the rest? Who thro' life's maze the steps of Nature trod, Where errour holds at least a dubious sway, Reason their guide, and truth their unknown god. A war of thoughts, and twilight of a day: 'The Stagyrite, who bold to Heav'n would soar,

Where prepossession warps the ductile mind, Trembled at last 10 die and be no more:

Where blindfold education leads the blind : Gods, angels, glories op'd on Plato's view, Where interest biasses, ill customs guide, Yet judgment quench'd the flames wbich rapture And strong desires pour on us like a tide: blew :

Where insolence is never at a loss, Midst myriads, who but Socrates appears But saunters on to Heav'n, a saint in gross : The birth, pride, effort, of three thousand years! Where wit must mince a gnat (its throat so Nothing the rest, or worse than nothing meant:

small): God was but chance, and virtue but content :

Where ignorance, an ostrich, gorges all: At best the hero's was an impious name:

Where zeal her unknown vow of fury keeps, Free patriots while they bled were slaves to fame: And superstition like an idiot weeps : Eren Hell was fable, and their blest abodes,

Where persecution lifts its iron roc, Of brutes a synod, or a mob of gods.

Bad for good ends, the butcher of the God: What bramin yet, what sage of Rome or Where pride still lisi'ning to herself appears, Greece,

New forms Earth's orbit, and new rolls the Ere form'd one moral system of a piece?

spheres, Or half an altar rais’d, or duty paid, Unmix'd with rituals, homage, myst’ry, shade?

* Diagoras.

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