VI Written at Moor-park, June, 1689. I. VIRTUE, the greatest of all monarchies ! It fell, and broke with its own weight But ne'er fince feated in one fingle breast! Where none ever led the way, Nor ever fince but in descriptions found, W rules to fearch it, yet obtain'd by none. VOL. I. B II. We EX II. We have too long been led aftray; Philofophy, the lumber of the fchools, And we, the bubbled fools, Spend all our prefent life in hopes of golden rules. III. But what does our proud ignorance Learning call? For Learning's mighty treafures look Think that the there does all her treafures hide, Her priefts, her train, and followers show 3 Affe&t Affect ill-manner'd pedantry, Rudenefs, ill-nature, incivility, And, fick with dregs of knowledge grown, up, IV. Curst be the wretch! nay doubly curst! To curfe our greatest enemy) Who learnt himself that herefy firft (Which fince has feiz'd on all the rest) That knowledge forfeits all humanity; Taught us, like Spaniards, to be proud and poor, Thrice happy you have 'scap'd this general pest; You cannot be compar'd to one : I must, like him that painted Venus' face, Virgil and Epicurus will not do, Their courting a retreat like you, Unless I put in Cæfar's learning too: Your happy frame at once controls This great triumvirate of fouls. V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius' fate; But you by peace. B 2 Nor |