But thou of force muft one religion own, And only one, and that the right alone.

To find that right one, afk thy rev'rend fire; 95 Let him of his, and him of his inquire;

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Tho' Truth and Falfehood feem as twins ally'd,
There's eldership on Truth's delightful fide,
Her feek with heed----who feeks the foundest first,
Is not of no religion, nor the worst.
T'adore, or fcorn an image, or protest,
May all be bad:, doubt wifely for the best;
'Twere wrong to fleep, or headlong run aftray;
It is not wand'ring, to inquire the way.

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On a large mountain, at the bafis wide, Steep to the top, and craggy at the fide, Sits facred Truth enthron'd; and he who means To reach the fummit, mounts with weary pains, Winds round and round, and ev'ry turn essays Where fudden breaks refift the fhorter ways. IIQ Yet labour fo, that, ere faint age arrive, Thy fearching foul poffefs her reft alive; To work by twilight were to work to late, And age is twilight to the night of Fate. To will alone, is but to mean delay; To work at present is the use of day,

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For man's employ much thought and deed remain,
High thoughts the foul, hard deeds the body ftrain:
And my ries afk believing, which to view
Like the fair fun, air plain, but dazzling too. 120
Be Truth, fo found, with facred heed poffeft,
Not kings have pow'r to tear it from thy breast.
By no blank charters harm they where they hate,
Nor are they vicars, but the hands of Fate.
Ah! fool and wretch, who lett'ft thy foul be ty'd
To buman laws! or must it so be try'd;

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Or will it boot thee, at the latest day,
When judgment fits, and justice afks thy plea,
What Philip that, or Greg'ry taught thee this,
Or John or Martin? all may teach amiss:
For, ev'ry contrary in each extreme
This holds alike, and each may plead the fame.
Would't thou to pow'r a proper duty fhew?
'Tis thy first task the bounds of pow'r to know;
The bounds once past, it holds the name no more,
Its nature alters, which it own'd before,
Nor were fubmiffion humbleness exprest,
But all a low idolatry at best,

Pow'r, from above fubordinately spread,

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Streams like a fountain from th' eternal head; 140
There, calm and pure the living waters flow,
But roar a torrent or a flood below;

Each flow'r, ordain'd the margins to adorn,
Each native beauty from its roots is torn,
And left on deferts, rocks, and fands, or toft
All the long travel, and in ocean loft:

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So fares the foul, which more that pow'r reveres Man claims from God, than what in God inheres.

SATIRE

WE

SATIR E IV.

ELL, if it be my time to quit the ftage,
Adieu to all the follies of the

age!

grave.

I die in charity with fool and knave,
Secure of peace at least beyond the
I've had my Purgatory here betimes,
And paid for all my fatires, all my rhymes.
The poet's Hell, its tortures, fiends, and flames,
To this were trifles, toys, and empty names.

SATIRE IV.

W Indeed is great, but yet I have been in

ELL; I may now receive, and die. My fin

A purgatory, fuch as fear'd Hell is

A recreation, and fcant map of this.

NOTES.

Ver. 3 I die in charity with fool and knave,] We verily think he did. But of the cause of his death, not only the doctors, but other people differed. His family fuggefts, that a general decay of nature, which had been long coming on, ended with a dropfy in the breaft. The gentlemen of the Dunciad maintain, that he fell by the keen pen of our redoubtable Laureat. We ourselves fhould be inclined to this latter opinion, for the fake of ornamenting his ftory; and that we might be able to say, that he died, like his immortal namefake, Alexander the Great, by a drug of fo deadly cold a nature, that, as Plutarch and other grave writers tell us, it could be contained in nothing but the fcull of an afs.---This is a grievous error. It was the hoof of an als; a much likelier vehicle of mischief.

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With foolish pride my heart was never fir'd, Nor the vain itch t' admire, or be admir'd; I hop'd for no commiffion from his Grace; I bought no benefice, I begg'd no place; Had no new verfes, nor new fuit to show; Yet went to Court!----the Dev'l would have it fo. But, as the fool that in reforming days Would go to Míafs in jeft (as flory fays) Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd, Since 'twas no form'd defign of ferving God; So was I punish'd, as if full as proud, As prone to ill, as negligent of good, As deep in debt, without a thought to pay, As vain, as idle, and as falfe, as they Who live at Court, for going once that way! Scarce was I enter'd, when, behold! there came A thing which Adam had been pos'd to name;

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My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor hath

been

Poifon'd with love to fee or to be feen,

I had no new fuit there, nor new fuit to fhow,
Yet went to court; but as glare which did go
To Mafs in jeft, catch'd, was fain to disburse
Two hundred marks, which is the ftatutes curse,
Before he fcap'd; fo it pleas'd my destiny
(Guilty of my fin of going) to think me
As prone to all ill, and of good as forget-
Full, as proud, luftful, and as much in debt,
As vain, as witlefs, and as falfe, as they
Which dwell in court, for once going that way.

Therefore I fuffer'd this; towards me did run A thing more strange, than on Nile's flime the fun

Noah

Noah had refus'd it lodging in his ark,
Where all the race of reptiles might embark :
A verier monster, than on Afric's shore

The fun e'er got, or flimy Nilus bore,

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Or Sloane or Woodward's wond'rous fhelves contain,

Nay, all that lying travellers can feign.

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The watch would hardly let him país at noon,
At night, would swear him dropt out of the moon.
One whom the Mob, when next we find or make
A Popish plot, shall for a Jefuit take,
And the wife Juftice starting from his chair
Cry, By your priesthood tell me what you are?
Such was the wight; Th' apparel on his back,
Tho' coarfe, was rev'rend, and tho' bare, was
black;

The fuit, if by the fashion one might guess,
Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Befs,

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E'er bred, or all which into Noah's ark came:
A thing which would have pos'd Adam to name :
Stranger than feven antiquaries ftudies,

Than Afric monsters, Guianeas rarities,
Stranger than strangers: one who, for a Dane,
In the Danes maffacre had fure been flain,
If he had liv'd then; and without help dies.
When next the prentices 'gainst strangers rise;
One whom the watch at noon lets fcarce go by;
One, to whom the examining Justice sure would

cry,

Sir, by your priesthood tell me what you are? His clothes were ftrange, tho' courfe, and black, though bare,

But