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Say, in pursuit of profit or delight,
Who risk the most, that take wrong means, or right?
or vice or virtue, whether bless'd or cursed,
Which meets contempt, or which compassion first ?
Count all the advantage prosperous vice attaine,
"Tis but what virtue flies from and disdains: 90
And grant the bad what happiness they would,
One they must want, which is, to pass for good.

Oh, blind to truth, and God's whole scheme below,
Wh) fancy bliss to vice, to virtue wo!
Who sees and follows that great scheme the best,
Best knows the blessing, and will most be bless'd.
But fools the good alone unhappy call,
l'or ills or accidents that chance to all.
Scc Falkland dies, the virtuous and the just !
See godlike Turenne prostrate on the dust! 100
See Sidney bleeds amid the martial strife!
Was this their virtue, or contempt of life!
Say, wasit virtue, more though Heaven ne'er gavo,
Lamented Digby! sunk thee to the grave ?
Tell ine, if virtue made the son expire,
Why, full of days and honour, lives the sire.
Why drew Marseilles' good bishop purer breath,
When nature sicken'd, and each gale was death ?
Or why so long (in life if long can be)
Lent Heaven a parent to the poor and me? 110

What makes all physical or moral ill ? There deviates nature, and here wanders will. God sends not ill, if rightly understood, Or partial ill is universal good, Or change admits, or nature lets it fall, Short, and but rare, till man improved it all. We just as wisely might of Heaven complain, That righteous Abel was destroy'd by Cain, As that the virtuous son is ill at ease When his lewd father gave the dire disease. 120 Think we, like some weak prince, the Eternal Cause Prone for his favourites to reverse his laws!

IV. Shall burning Ætna, if a sage requires, Forget to thunder, and recall her fires ! On air or sea new motions be impressid, Oh blameless Bethel ! to relieve thy breast ? When the loose mountain treibles from on high, Shall gravitation cease if you go by ? Or some old temple, nodding to its fall, For Chartres' head reserve the hunging wall? 130

V. But still this world (so fitted for the knave) Contenis us not. A better shall we have? A kingdom of the just then let it be: But first consider how those just agree. The good must merit God's peculiar care! But who, but God, can tell us who they are ? One thinks on Calvin Heaven's own spirit fell; Another deems him instrument of hell : If Calvin feel Heaven's blessing, or its rod, This cries, there is, and that, there is no God. 140 What shocks one part will edify the rest, Nor with one system can they all be bless'd. The very best will variously incline, And what rewards your virtue, punisn mine. WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.-This world, 'tis true, Was made for Cæsar-but for Titus too; And which more bless'd? who chain'd his country

say, Or he whose virtue sigh'd to lose a day?

VI. “But sometimes virtue starves while vice is sed.' What then? Is the reward of virtue bread ? 150 That, vice may merit, 'tis the price of toil; The knave deserves it, when he tills the soil ; The knave deserves it when he tempts the main; Where folly fights for kings, or dives for gain The good man may be weak, be indolent; Nor is his claim to plenty, but content. But grant him riches, your demand is o'er : No-shall the good want health, the good wan

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And health and power and every earthly thing-
'Why bounded power? why private? why no king? 160
Nay, why external for internal given ?
Why is not man a god, and earth a heaven ?'
Who ask and reason thus, will scarce conceive
God gives enough, while he has more to give;
Immense the power, immense were the demand;
Say, at what part of nature will they stand ?
What nothing earthly gives or can destroy,
The soul's calm sun-shine, and the heart-felt joy,
Is virtue's prize: a better would you fix ?
Then give humility a coach and six,

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Justice a conqueror's sword, or truth a gown,
Or public spirit its great cure-a crown.
Weak, foolish man! will Heaven reward us there,
With the same trash mad mortals wish for here!
The boy and man an individual makes,
Yet sigh'st thou now for apples and for cakes?
Go, like the Indian, in another life
Expect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife,
As well as dream such trifles are assign'd,
As toys and empires, for a god-like mind. 180
Rewards, that either would to virtue bring
No joy, or be destructive of the thing;
How oft by these at sixty are undone
The virtues of a saint at twenty-one!
To whom can riches give repute or trust,
Content or pleasure, but the good and just ?
Judges and senates have been boughi for gold;
Esteem and love were never to be sold.
Oh fool! to think God hates the worthy mind,
The lover and the love of human-kind,

190 Whose life is healthful, and whose conscience clear, Because he wants a thousand pounds a year.

Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Fortune in men has some small difference pad One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocado,

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The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
'What differ more, you cry, 'than crown and cowl !'
I'll tell you, friend ! a wise man and a fool. 200
You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk,
Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk,
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.

Stuck o'er with titles and hung round with strings,
That thou may'st be by kings, or whores of kings,
Boast the pure blood of an illustrious race,
In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece:
But by your fathers' worth if yours you rate,
Count me those only who were good and great. 210
Go! if your ancient, but ignoble blood
Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood,
Go! and pretend your family is young;
Nor own your fathers have been fools so long.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies 'Where, but among the heroes and the wise ?' Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede; 220 'The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make, an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose. No less alike the politic and wise ; All sly slow things with circumspective eyes ; Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, Not that themselves are wise, but others weak. But grant that those can conquer, these can cheat, "Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great: Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing smiles in exile or in chains,

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Like good Aurelins let him reign, or bleed
Like Socrates, that man is great indeed.

What's fame? a fancied life in other's breath,
A thing beyond us, e'en before our death.
Just what you hear you have; and what's unknown,
The same (my lord) if Tully's, or your own. 240
All that we feel of it begins and ends
In the small circle of our foes or friends;
To all beside as much an empty shade
As Eugene living, as a Cæsar dead;
Alike or when or where they shone or shine,
Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine.
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Fame but from death a villain's name can save,
As justice tears his body from the grave; 254
When what to oblivion better were resign'd,
Is hung on high to poison half mankind.
All fame is foreign but of true desert,
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Or stupid starers, and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy Marcellus exiled fcels
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.

In parts superior what advantage lies ? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise ?

200 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others' faults, and feel our own; Condemn'd in business or in arts to drudge Without a second, or without a judge; Truths would you leach, or save a sinking land; All fear, none aid you, and few understand. Painful pre-eininence! yourself to view Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.

Bring then these blessings to a strict account : Make fair deductions; see to what they 'mount: 270 How much of other each is sure to cost; How each for other oft is wholly lost;

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