And ask more space in Heaven, can roll at large [drop! What says this transportation of my friends? There, there, Lorenzo! thy Clarissa sails. Thrives on his bounties, triumphs in his beams: But Nature's course; as sure as plummets fall. Since God or man must alter ere they meet, (Since light and darkness blend not in one sphere) "Tis manifest, Lorenzo, who must change. If, then, that double death should prove thy lot, Blame not the bowels of the Deity; Man shall be bless'd, as far as man permits. Of being bless'd or wretched, as we please; Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom; Heaven but persuades, almighty man decrees. And fall he must, who learns from death alone Why this to thee ?-thee yet, perhaps, in doubt Of second life? but wherefore doubtful still? Eternal life is Nature's ardent wish: What ardently we wish we soon believe: Nor that the sole detection! Blush, Lorenzo! Blush for hypocrisy, if not for guilt. The future fear'd?—An infidel, and fear? A creed and a confession of our sins: Pretend the worst, and, at the bottom, fail. So fatal to the welfare of the world? What detestation, what contempt, their due! Reform thy manners, and the truth enjoy.— Is Nature's unavoidable ascent. An honest Deist, where the Gospel shines, |