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Error by his own arms is best evinc'd. 235
Look once more ere we leave this specular Mount
Westward, much nearer by South-west, behold
Where on th' Ægean shore a City stands
Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil,
Athens the eye of Greece, Mother of Arts
And Eloquence, native to famous wits,
Or hospitable ; in her sweet recess,
City or Suburb, ftudious walks and shades :
See there the Olive Grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Artic Bird 245
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long:
There flow'ry hill Hymettus, with the found
Of Bees industrious murmur, oft invites
To studious musing; there Iliffus rolls
His whisp'ring stream. Within the walls then view
The Schools of ancient Sages; his, who bred 253
Great Alexander to subdue the World,
Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next :
There thou fhalt hear and learn the secret pow'r
Of harmony in tones and numbers hit

By voice or hand, and various-meafur'd verse,
Æolian Charms and Dorian Lyric Odes ;
And his who gave them breath, but higher fung,
Blind Mele figenes, thence Homer callid,
Whose Poem Phoebus challeng'd for his own. 260
Thence what the lofty grave Tragedians taught
In Chorus or lambic, teachers beft
Of moral prudence, with delight receivid,
In brief fententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate and chance, and change in human life; 265

High actions, and high passions beft describing.
Thence to the famous Orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce Democratie,
Shook the Arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece 370
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' Throne.
To fage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From Heav'n descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates; see there his Tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'd 275
Wiseft of men; from whose mouth issu'd forth
Mellifluous streams, that water'd all the Schools
Of Academics old and new ; with those
Sirnam'd Peripatetics, and the Sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic fevere.

These here revolve, or, as thou lik’ft, at home,
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's weight;
These rules will render thee a King compleat
Within thyself, much more with Empire join'd.

To whom our Saviour sagely thus reply'd 285 Think not, but that I know these things, or think I know them not; not therefore am I short Of knowing what I ought : he who receives Light from above, from the fountain of light, No other Doctrine needs, though granted true ;' 290 But these are false, or little else but dreams, Conjectures, fancies, built on nothing firm. The first and wisest of them all profess'd To know this only, that he nothing knew ; The next to fabling fell, and smooth conceits; 295 A third fort doubted all things, though plain fense ; 1


Others in virtue plac'd felicity,
But virtue joyn'd with riches and long life;
In corporal pleasure he, and careless ease:
The Stoic last in Philofophic pride,

By him call'd virtue, and his virtuous man,
Wise, perfeet in himself, and all poffeffing
Equal to God, oft Thames not to prefer,
As fearing God nor man, contemning all 304
Wealth, pleasure, pain or torment, death and life ;
Which when he lifts, he leaves, or boasts he can:
For all his tedious talk is but vain boast,
Or subtle shifts conviction to evade.
Alas what can they teach, and not mislead ;
Ignorant of themselves, of God much more, 310
And how the world began, and how man fell
Degraded by himself, on grace depending ?
Much of the Soul they talk, but all awry ;
And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves
All glory arrogate, to God give none; 315
Rather accuse him 'under usual names,
Fortune and Fate, as one regardless quite
Of mortal things. Who therefore seeks in these
True wisdom, finds her not; or by delusion
Far worse, her false resemblance only meets 320
An empty cloud. However many books,
Wise men have said, are wearifom; who reads
Incessantly, and to his reading brings not
A fpirit and judgment equal or superior,
And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere féck)
Chiĉertain and unsettled ftill remains,
Deep vers'd in books and shallow in bimself,





Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys,
And trifles for choice matters, worth a spunge;
As Children gath’ring pebbles on the more.
Or if I would delight my private hours
With Music or with Poem, where so soon
As in our native Language can I find
That solace ? All our Law and Story strew'd
With Hymns, our Psalms with artful terms inscrib'd,
Our Hebrew Songs and Harps, in Babylon, 336
That pleas'd so well our Victors ear, declare
That rather Greece from us these arts deriv’d;
Ill imitated, while they loudest sing
The vices of their Deities, and their own
In Fable, Hymn, or Song, so personating
Their Gods ridiculous, and themselves paft Mame.
Remove their swelling Epithets, thick laid
As varnish on a Harlot's cheek ; the rest,
Thin sown with aught of profit or delight, 345
Will far be found unworthy to compare
With Sion's fongs, to all true tastes excelling,
Where God is prais'd aright, and God-like men,
The Holiest of Holies, and his Saints :
Such are from God inspir'd, not such from thee; 350
Unless where moral virtue is express'd
By light of Nature, not in all quite loft.
Their Orators thou then extoll'st, as those
The top of Eloquence; Statists indeed,
And lovers of their Country, as may seem; 353
But herein to our prophets far beneath,
As men divinely taught, and better teaching
The folid rules of civil Government,

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In their Majestic'unaffected style,
Than all the Oratory of Greece and Rome.
In them is plainest taught, and easiest learnt
What makes a Nation happy, and keeps it so ;
What ruins Kingdoms, and lays Cities flat :
These only with our Law best form a King.

So fpake the Son of God; but Satan now 365
Quite at a lofs (for all his darts were spent)
Thus to our Saviour with stern brow reply'd :

Since neither wealth, nor honour, arms nor arts, Kingdom nor Empire pleases thee, nor aught By me propos'd in life contemplative, 370 Or active, tended on by glory, or fame, What doft thou in this World ? the Wilderness For thee is fitteft place; I found thee there, And thither will return thee : yet remember What I foretel thee, foon thou shalt have cause To with thou never hadft rejected thus

376 Nicely or cautiously my offer'd aid, Which would have fet thee in short time with ease On David's Throne, or Throne of all the world ; Now at full age, fulness of time, thy season 380 When Prophecies of thee are best fulfill'd. Now contrary, if I read aught in Heav'n, Or Heav'n write aught of Fate, by what the Stars Voluminous, or single Characters, In their conjunction met, give me to spell, 385 Sorrows and labours, opposition, hate, Attends thee, scorns, reproaches, injuries, : Violence and stripes, and lastly cruel death : A Kingdom they portend thee, but what Kingdom,


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