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In sain doth man the name of just expect, If his devotions he to God neglec ; So much we reverence God, as first to know Justice from him, not from ourselves, doth flow; God those accepts, who to mankind are friends, Whole justice far as their own power extends; In that they imitate the power divine, The fun alike on good and bad doth shine; And he that doth no good, although no ill, Does not the office of the just fulfil. Virtue doth man to virtuous actions steer, 'Tis not enough that he should vice forbear; We live not only for ourselves to care, Whilft they that want it are deny'd their share. Wise Plato faid, the world with men was stor'd, That fuccour each to other might afford; Nor are those fuccours to one fort confin'd, But several parts to several men consign'd; He that of his own stores no part can give, May with his counsel or his hands relieve. If fortune make thee powerful, give defence 'Gainst fraud, and force, to naked innocence : And when our justice doth her tributes pay, Method and order must dired the way: First to our God we must with reverence bow; The second honour to our prince we owe; Next to wives, parents, children, fit respect, And to our friends and kindred we direct : Then we must those who groan beneath the weight Of age, disease, or want commiserate: 'Mongit those whom honest lives can

mend, Our justice more compassion should extend; To such, who thee in some distress did aid, Thy debt of thanks with interest should be paid : As Heliod fings, spread waters o'er thy field, And a most just and glad increase 'twill yield. But yet take heed, lest doing good to one, Mischief and wrong be to another done; Soch moderation with thy bounty join, That thou may'st nothing give, that is not thine; That liberality's but caft away, Which makes us borrow what we cannot pay : And no access to wealth let rapine bring; Do nothing that's unjust, to be a king. Justice must be from violence exempt, But fraud's her only objed of contempt. Fraud in the fox, force in the lion dwells; But justice both from human hearts expels ; But he's the greatest monster (without doubt) Who is a wolf within, a Meep without. Nor only ill injurious actions are, Bot evil words and flanders bear their share. Truth justice loves, and truth injustice fears, Truth above all things a just man reveres : Though not by oaths we God to witness call, He sees and hears, and still remembers all; And yet our attestations we may wreft, Sometimes to make the truth inorc manifeft;

If by a lye a man preserve his faith,
He pardon, leave, and absolution hath ;
Or if I break my promise, which to thee
Would bring no good, but prejudice to me.
All things comınitted to thy trust conceal,
Nor what's forbid by any means reveal.
Express thyself in plain, not doubtful words,
That ground for quarrels or disputes affords :
Unless thou find occasion, hold thy tongue;
Thyself or others, careless talk may wrong.
When thou art called inen public power,
And when a crowd of suitors throng thy door,
Be sure no great offenders 'scape their dooms;
Small praise from lenity and remissness comes :
Crimes pardon'd, others to thofe crimes invite,
Whilf lookers-on severe examples fright :
When by a pardon'd murderer blood is spilt,
The judge that pardon'd hath the greatest guilt;
Who accuse rigou., make a gross mistake,
One criminal pardon'd may an hundred make :
When justice on offendvis is not done,
Law, government, and conimerce, are o'er-

thrown;
As befieg'd traitors with the fue conspire,
T'unlock the gates, and set the town on fire.
Yet left the punishnient th' offence exceed,
Justice with weight and measure must proceed :
Yet when pronouncing sentence, feem not glad,
Such spectacles, though they are just, are sad;.
Though what thou doft, thou ought'lt not to

repent, Yet human bowels cannot but relent : Rather than all must suffer, some must die ; Yet nature must condole their misery. And yet, if many equal guilt involve, Thou may'ıt not these condemn, and those ab

folve. Justice, when cqual scales she holds, is blind, Nor cruelty, nor mercy, change her mind; When some escape for that which others die, Mercy to those, to these is cruelty. A fine and fender net the spider weaves, Which little and light animals receives ; And if she catch a common bee or fly, They with a piteous groan and murmur dic; But if a wasp or hornet she entrap, They tear her cords like Sampson, and escape ; So like a fiy the poor offender dies; But, like the wafp, the rich escapes and flies. Do not, if one but lightly thee offend, The punishment beyond the crime extend; Or after warning the offence forget; So God himself our failing, doch remit. Exped not more from servants than is just, Reward them well, if they observe their trust;Nor them with cruelty or pride invade, Since God and nature them our brothers made; If his offence be great, let that suffice; If light, forgive, for no niani's always wise.

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WHEN

THE PROGRESS OF LEARNING.

Till both their nation and their arts did corne
A welcome trophy to triumphant Rome;
Then wherefoe'er her conquering eagles fled,

Arts, learning, and civility were spread;
PRE FACE.

And as in this our microcosm, the heart
My early Mistress, vow my ancient Muse,

Heat, spirit, motion, gives to every part; That strong Circaan liquor cease t' infuse,

So Rome's victorious influence did disperse Wherewith thou did it intoxicate my youth,

All her own virtues through the universe. Now stoop with dif-inchanted wings to truth ; Thee, my forgetful and ingrateful Muse.

Here some digression I must make, t'accuse As the dove's flight did guide Æneas, now May thine conduct me to the golden bough ;

Couldīt thou from Greece to Latium take thy Tell (like a tall old oak) how learning shoots

flight, To heaven her branche3, and to hell her roots.

And not to thy great ancestor do right?
I can no more believe old Homer blind,
Than those, who say the sun hath never shin'd;

The age wherein he liv'd was dark, but he CHEN God from earth form'd Adam in the Could not want light, who taught the world to see. east,

They who Minerva from Jove's head derive, He his own image on the clay imprelt;

Might make old Homer's ikull the Mufcs'hive; As subjects then the whole creation canie,

And from his brain, that Helicon distil,
And from their natures Adam them did name; Whose racy liquor did his offspring fill.
Not from experience (sor tire world was new), Nor old Anacreon, Hefiod, Theocrite,
He only from their cause their natures knew. Must we forget, nor Pindar's lofty flight.
Had memory been lost with innocence,

Old Homer's soul, at last frori Greece retir'd, We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence;

In Italy the Mantuan swain ii 'pir'd. 'Twas his chicf punishment to keep in store When great Augustus made war's tempests cease, The sad renicmbrance what he was before; His halycon days brought forth the arts of peace; And though th' offending part felt mortal pain, He still in his triumphant chariot shines, 'Th' immortal part its knowledge did retain. By Horace drawn, and Virgil's mighty lines. After the flood, arts to Chaldæa fell,

'Twas certainly mysterious that the name The father of the faithful there did dwell,

Of prophets and of poets is the same; Who both their parent and instructor was; What the Tragedian † wrote, the late success From thence did learning inte Ægypt pafs: Declares was inspiration, and not guess : Moses in all th' Ægyptian arts was skill'd, As dark a truth that author did unfold, When heavenly power that chofen vesel fill’d; As oracles or prophets e'er foretold : And we to his high inspiration owe,

“ At last the occan fall unlock | the bound 'That what was done before the flood, we know.

“ Of things, and a new world by Tiphys found, From Ægypt, arts their progress made to Grecce,

“ Then ages far reniote shall understand Wrapt in the fable of the golden fleec.

" The ifle of Thule is not the farthest land." Mufæus, first, then Orpheus, civilize

Sure God, by these discoveries, did design Mankind, and gave the world their deities;

That his clear light through all the world should To many gods, they taught devotion,

shine, Which were the distinct faculties of one ;

But the obftruâion from that discord springs Th’Eternal cause, in their immortal lines,

The prince of darkness made 'twixt Christian kings; Was taught, and poets were the first divines : That peacefulage with happiness to crown, God Moses first, then David did inspire,

From heaven the Prince of Peace himself camc To compose anthems for his heavenly quire;

down; To th’one the style of friend he did impart,

Then the true Sun of Knowledge first appear'd, On th' other stanıp the likeness of his heart:

And the old dark mysterious clouds were clear'd, And Moles, in the old original,

The heavy cause of th' old accursed food Even God the poct of the world doth call.

Sunk in the sacred deluge of his blood. Next those old Greeks, Pythagoras did rise,

His passion, man from his first fall redeem'd; Then Socrates, whom th' oracle callid wife;

Once more to paradise restor'd we seem'd; The divine Plato moral virtue fhews,

Satan himself was bound, till th' iron chain Then his difciple Aristotle rose,

Our pride did break, and let him loose again. Who nature's secrets to the world did teach, Still the old sting remain'd, and man began Yet that great soul our novelists impeach;

To tempt the lurpent, as he tempted man; Too much manuring fill'd that field with weeds, Then hell sends forth her furies, Avarice, Pride, While sects, like locusts, did destroy the feeds;

Fraud, Discord, Force, Hypocrisy, their guids, The tree of knowledge, blasted by difputes, Though the foundation on a rock were laid, Producez fapless leaves instead of fruits;

The church was undermin'd, and then betray's; Proud Greece all nations elfe barbarians held,

Though the apostles these events foretold,
Boasting her learning all the world excell’d.

Yet even the shepherd did devour the fold :
Flying from thence, to Italy it came,
And to the realm of Naples gave the name,

Vates. + Seneca. $ The Prophecy.

The fisher to convert the world began,

Uncharitable zealour reason whets, The pride convincing of vain-glorious man; And double edges on our passions sets; But foon his followers grew a sovereign lord, 'Tis the most certain sign the world's accurst, ord Peter's keys exchang'd for Peter's sword, That the best things corrupted, are the worst; Which ftill maintains for his adopted son 'Twas the corrupted light of knowledge, hurl'd Vall patrimonies, thuugh himself had none; Sin, death, and ignorance, o'er all the world; Wreting the text to the old giants' sense,

That sun like this (from which our fight we have) That heaven, once more, muit suffer violence. Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave ; Then fubtle doctors fcriptures made their prize, And when thick mifts of doubts obscure his bcams, Caluifts, like cocks, struck out cach other's eyes; Our guide is error, and our visions dreams; Then dark distinctions reason's light disguis'd, 'Twas no falfe heraldry, when madness drew And into atoms truth anatomiz'd.

Her pedigree from those who too much knew; Then Mahomet's crescent, by our feuds encreaft, Who in deep mines for hidden knowledge toils, Blasted the learn'd remainders of the east : Like guns o'er-charg'd, breaks, misses, or recoils; That project, when from Greece to Rome it came, When subtle wits have spun their thread too fine, Mide mother ignorance devotion's dame: "Tis weak and fragile like Arachne's line: Then, he whom Lucifer's own pride did swell, True piety, without ceffation tost His faithful emiffary, rose from hell

By theories, the practice part is lost, To posseis Peter's chair, that Hildebrand,

And like a ball bandy'd 'twixt pride and wit, Whose foot on mitres, then on crowns did stand, Rather than yield, both sides the prize will quit; And before that exalted idol, all

Then whilst his foe each gladiator foils, (Whom we call Gods on earth) did prostrate fall. The atheist looking on, enjoys the spoils

. Then darkness Europe's face did overspread, Through seas of knowledge we our course advance, From lazy cells, where superstition bred,

Discovering still new worlds of ignorance;
Which, link'd with blind obedience, so encrcast, And these discoveries make us all confess
That the whole world, some ages, they opprest; That sublunary science is but guess,
Till through those clouds the sun of knowledge Matters of fact to man are only known,
brake,

And what seems more is mere opinion;
And Europe from her lethargy did wage ;

The standers-by see clearly this event, Then first our monarchs were acknowledg'd here, All parties say they're sure, yet all dissent ; That they their churches' nursing fathers were, With their new light our bold inspectors press When Lucifer no longer could advance

Like Cham, to fhew their father's nakedness,
His works on the false ground of ignorance.

By whose example, after-ages may
New arts he tries, and new designs he lays, Discover, we more naked are than they;
Then his well-ftudy'd master-piece he plays;

All human wisdom, to divine, is folly;
Loyola, Luther, Calvin he inspires,

This truth, the wisest man made melancholy; And kindles with infernal flames their fires, Hope, or belief, or guess, gives some relief, Sends their forerunner (conscious of th' event) But to be sure we are deceiv'd, brings grief : Priating, his most pernicious instrument ! Who thinks his wife is virtuous, though not so, Wild controversy then, which long had slept, Is pleas'd, and patient, till the truth he know. Into the press from ruin'd cloysters leapt; Our God, when heaven and earth he did crcate, No longer by implicit faith we err,

Form'd man, who should of both participate ; Whilst every man's his own interpreter ;

If our lives motions theirs must imitate, No more conducted now by Aaron's rod,

Our knowledge, like our blood, must circulate. Lay elders, from their ends create their God; When, like a bridegroom from the east, the sun But seven wise men the ancient world did know, Sets forth, he thither, whence he came, doth run; We scarce know feven who think themsclves into carth's spungy veins the ocean finks, not fo.

Those rivers to replenish which he drinks; When man learn'd undefil'd religion,

So learning, which from reason's fountain springs, We were commanded to be all as one;

Back to the fource, some fecret channel brings. Fiery disputes that union have calcin’d,

'Tis happy when our streams of knowledge flow Almost as many minds as men we find,

To fill their banks, but not to overthrow.
And when that fame finds combustible earth,
Thence fatuus fires and meteors take their birth,
Legions of lects and infects come in throngs;
To name them all would tire a hundred tongues.
So were the centaurs of Ixion's race,

OF OLD AGE.
Who a bright cloud for Juno did embrace;
And such the monsters of Chimæra's sind, CA TO, SCIPIO, LÆ LI U S.
Lions before, and dragons were behind.
Then from the clashes between popes and kings,
Debate, like fparks from fints collision, springs,
As Jove's loud thunder-bolts were forg'd by heat,

"HOUGH all the actions of your life are

crown'd The like our Cyclops on their anvils beat; All the rich mines of learning ransack'd are,

With wisdom, nothing makes them more renown'dz. To furnish ammunition for this war :

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SCIPIO. TO CATO.

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Who when the fenate was to peace inclin'd Such science in his art of augury,
With Pyrrhus, shew'd his reason was not blind. No Roman ever was more learn'd than he;
Whither's our courage and our wisdom come? Knowledge of all things present and to conie,
When Rome itself conspires the fate of Rome, Remembering all the wars of ancient Rome,
The relt with ancient gravity and skill

Nor only there, but all the world's beside :
He spake (for his oration's extant still.)

Dying in extreme age, I prophesy'd 'Tis seventeen years since he had consul been That which is conie to pass, and did discern The second time, and there were ten between? From his survivors I could nothing learn. Therefore their argument's of little force, This long discourse was but to let you see, Who age from great employments would divorce, That this long life could not uneasy be. As in a ship some climb the shrouds, t' unfold Few like the Fabii or the Scipio's are The fail, fome sweep the deck, some pump the Takers of cities, conquerors in war. hold;

Yet others to like happy age arrive, Whilft he that guides the helm, employs his skill, Who modest, quiet, and with virtue live : And gives the law to them, by fitting still. Thus Plato writing his philosophy, Great actions less from courage, strength, and speed, With honour after ninety years did die. Than from wise counsels and commands, proceed, Th’ Athenian story writ at ninety-four Those arts age wants not, which to age belong, By Isocrates, who yet liv'd five years more ; Not heat, but cold experience, makes us strong.

His master Gorgias at the hundredth year A consul, tribune, general, I have been,

And seventh, not his studies did forbear : All sorts of war I have pail through, and seen; And, ask'd, why he no sooner left the stage, And now grown old, I seem t'abandon it,

Said, he saw nothing to accuse old age. Yet to the senate I prescribe what's fit.

None but the foolish, who their lives abuse, I every day 'gainst Carthage war proclaim, Age, of their own mistakes and crimes, accuse. (For Rome's destruction hath been long her aim) | All commonwealths (as hy records is seen) Nor shall I cease till I her ruin see,

As by age preserv'd, by youth destroy'd have Which triumph may the Gods design for thee;

been. That Scipio may revenge his grandfire's ghoft, When the tragedian Nævis did demand, Whose life at Cannæ with great honour loit Why did your commonwealth no longer stand? Is on record, nor had he weary'd been

"Twas answer'd, that their fenators were new, With age, if he an hundred years had seen, Foolish and young, and much as nothing knew. He had not us'd excursions, spears, or darts, Nature to youth hot rashness doth dispense, Bat counsel, order, and such aged arts;

But with cold prudence

age

doth recompense; Which, if our ancesters had not retain'd,

But age, 'tis said, will memory decay,
The senate's name our council had not gain'd. So (if it be not exercis’d) it may;
The Spartans to their highest Magistrate Or, if hy nature it be dull and flow :
The name of Elder did appropriate :

Themistocles (when ag'd) the names did know Therefore his fame for ever shall remain, Of all th’ Athenians; and none grow so old, How gallantly Tarentum he did gain,

Not to remember where they hid their gold. With vigilant conduct, when that sharp reply From

age such art of memory we learn,
He
gave to Salinator, I stood by,

To forget nothing, which is our concern;
Who to the castle fled, the town being loft, Their interest no priest nor forcerer
Yet he to Maximus did vainly boast,

Forgets, nor lawyer, nor philosopher;
'Twas by my means Tarentum you obtain'd; No undertanding memory can want,

Tis true, had you not loft, I had not gain'd. Where wisdum studious industry doth plant.
And as much honour on his gown did wait, Nor does it only in the active live,
As on his arms, in his fifth consulate.

But in the quiet and contemplative;
When his colleague Carvilius stept aside,

When Sophocles (who plays wh-n aged wrote) The uibune of the people would divide

Was by his fons before the judges brought, To them the Gallic and the Picene field,

Because he pay'd the Museos such respect, Against the senate's will, he will not yield; His fortune, wife, and children to negled ; When being angry, boldly he declares

Almost condeinn'd, he niov'd the judges thus, Those things were acted under happy stars, Hear, but inítcad of me, my Oedipus: From which the commonwealth found good effects, The judges hearing with applause, at th' end But otherwise they came from bad aspects. Freed him, and said, no fool such lines had penn'd, Many great things of Fabius I could tell, What poets and what orators can ! But his son's death did all the rest excel;

Recount! what princcs in philosophy! (His gallant fon, though young, had conful been) Whofe constant ftudies with their age did strive, His funeral oration I have seen

Nor did they those, though those did them furvivo. Often; and when on that I turn my eycs,

Old husbandmen I at Sabinum know, I all the old philosophers despise.

Who for another year dig, plough, and sow; Though he in all the people's eyes seeni'd great, For never any man was yet so old, Yet greater he appear'd in his retreat;

But hop'd his life one winter more might hold. When feasting with his private friends at home,

Cæcilius vainly faid, each day we spend Such counsel, such discourse, from him diu come, Discovers something, which must needs offend;

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