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Nothing but ruin wherefoe'er they rove, And all the flourishing works of peace destroy, 80 Then (well with pride, and must be titled Gods, Great Benefactors of mankind, Deliverers, Worship'd with Temple, Priest and Sacrifice; One is the Son of Jove, of Mars the other, Till Conqu’ror Death discover them scarce men, &s Rolling in brutish vices, and deform'd, Violent or fameful death cheir due reward. But if there be in glory aught of good, It may by means far different be attain'd Without ambition, war, or violence ; By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, By patience, temperance; I mention still Him whom thy wrongs with Şaintly patience born, Made famous io a Land and times obscure; Who names not now with honour patient Job ? 95 Poor Socrates (who next more memorable?) By what he taught and suffer'd for so doing, For truth's sake suffering death unjust, lives now Equal in fame to proudeft Conquerors. Yet if for fame and glory aught be done, Aught fuffer’d; if young African for fame His walted Country freed from Punic rage, The deed' becomes unprais'd, the man at least, And loses, though but verbal, his reward. Shall I seek glory then, as vain Men seek

105 Oft not deserv'd? I seek not mine, but his Who sent me, and thereby witness whence I am,


To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd; Think not so flight of glory; therein leaft Resembling thy great Father: 'he seeks glory; ITO And for his glory all things made, all things Orders and Governs, not content in Heav'n By all his Angels glorify'd, requires Glory from men, from all men good or bad, Wife or unwise, no difference, no exemption; '115. Above all Sacrifice, or hallow'd gift Glory he requires, and glory he receives Promiscuous from all Nations, Jew, or Greek, Or Barbarous, nor exception hath declar'd; From us his foes pronounc'd glory he exaâs. 120

To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd. And reason ; since his word all things produc'd, Though chiefly not for gloiy as prime end, But to fhew forth his goodness, and impart His good communicable t'ev'ry soul

125 Freely; of whom what could he less expect Than glory and benedi&ion, that is thanks, The Nightest, easiest, readiest recompence From them who could return him nothing else, And not returning what would likeliest render 130 Contempt instead, difonour obloquy? Hard recompence, unsurable return For so much good, so much beneficence. But why should man seek glory? who of his own Hath nothing, and to whom nothing belongs 135 But condemnation, ignominy, and mame? Who for so many benefits receiv'd

Turn'd recreant to God, ingrate and false,
And so of all true good himself defpoil'd-
Yet, sacıilegious, to himself would take 140
That which to God alone of right belongs ;
Yet so much bounty is in God, such grace,
That who advance his glory, not their own,
Them he himself to glory will advance.

So spake che Son of God ; and here again 145
Satan had not to answer, but food ftruck
With guilt of his own lin, for he himself
Insatiable of glory had lost all,
Yet of another Plea hethought him foon.

of glory as thou wilt, said he, so deem, 150 Worth or not worth their seeking, let it pass: But to a Kingdom thou art born, ordain'd To fit upon thy Father David's Throne; By Mother's fide thy Father, though thy right Be now in pow'rful hands, that will not part ISS Easily from poffeffion won with arms; Judæa now and all the promis'd land, Reduc'd a Province under Roman yoke, Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always rul'd With temp’rate sway; oft have they violated 166 The Temple, oft the Law with foul affronts, Abominations rather, as did once Antiochus: and think’st thou to regain Thy right by sitting stilt or thus retiring? So did not Machabeus : he indeed

165 Retird unto the Defart, but with arms; And o'er a mighty King fo oft prevail'd.


That by ftrong hand his Family obtain'd,
Tho? Priests, the Crown, and David's Throne ufurp'd,
With Modin and her suburbs once content.
If Kingdom move thee not, let move thee Zcal
And Duty; Zeal and Duty are not flows
But on Occasion's forelock watchful wait.
They themselves rather are occasion beft,
Zeal of thy Father's house, Duty to free - 175
Thy Country from her Heathen servitude;
So shalt thou beft fulfil, beft verifie
The Prophets old, who sung thy endless reign,
The happier reign the sooner it begins,
Reign then; what canst thou better do the while ? 180

To whom our Saviour answer thus return’d.
All things are best fulfill'd in their due time,
And time there is for all things, Truth hash said :
If of my reign prophetic Writ hath told,
That it shall never end, so when begin
The Father in his purpose hath decreed,
He in whose hand all times and seasons roll.
What if he hath decreed that I fall first
Be try'd in humble state, and things adverse,
By ribulations, injuries, insults,
Contempts, and fcorns, and snares, and vielence,
Suffering, abstaining, quietly expe&ing,
Without distrust or doubt, that he may know
What I can suffer, how obeys who best
Can suffer, best can do; best reign, who first

195 Well hath ebey'd ; just trial cre I merit. My cxaltation, without change or ende




But what concerns it thee when I begin
My everlasting Kingdom, why art thou
Solicitous, what moves thy inquisition : 200.
Know'st thou not that my rifing is thy fall,
And my promotion will be thy destruction?

To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd:
Let that come when it comes; all hope is loft
Of my reception into grace; what worse? 205
For where no hope is left, is left no fear;
If there be worse, the expectation more
Of worse torments me than the feeling can.
I would be at the worft; worst is my Port,
My harbour and my ultimate repose,
The end I would attain, my final good,
My error was my error, and my crime
My crime; whatever for it self condemn'd,
And will alike be punish’d; whether thou
Reign or reign not; though to that gentle brow 215
Willingly I could Aie, and hope thy reign,
From that placid aspect and meek regard,
Rather than aggravate my evil ftate,
Would stand between me and thy Father's ire,
(Whose ire I dread more than the Fire of Helly) 220
A helter and a kind of lading cool
Interpofition, as a summer's cloud.
If I then to the worst that can be hafte,
Why move thy feet so flow to what is best,
Happiest both to thy self and all the world,
That thou who wokhiçft art should't be their King,
Perhaps thou lingrsA in deep thoughts detain'd

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