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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,
So spake che Son of God ; and here again 145
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,
To whom our Saviour answer thus return’d.
195 Well hath ebey'd ; just trial cre I merit. My cxaltation, without change or ende
But what concerns it thee when I begin
To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd: