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Is to deserve that fortune.-In adversity $ 64. In what Manner Princes ought to be The mind grows tough by buffetting the tem
Mallet. pest; But in success dissolving, sinks to ease, Let truth and virtue be their earliest teachers; And loses all her firmness.
Keep from their ear the syren-voice of Alattery,
Keep from their eye the harlot form of vice, $ 59. Despair never to be indulged.
Who spread in every court their silken snares, Philips.
And charm but to betray. Betimes instruct
them, Though plung'd in ills, and exercis’d in Superior rank demands superior worth; Yet never let the noble mind despair: [care, Pre-eminence of valor, justice, mercy: When press'd by dangers, and beset by foes, But chief, that, though exalted o'er mankind, The gods their timely succour interpose; They are themselves but men—frail suffering And when our virtué sinks, o'erwhelm'd with
From no one injury of human lot By unforeseen expedients bring relief. Exempt; but fever'd by the same heat, chill'd
By the same cold, torn by the same disease, $ 60. A Friend to Freedom can never be a
That scorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beg-
gar. -He who contends for freedom,
$ 65. True End of-Royalty. MALLET. Can ne'er be justly deem'd his sovereign's foe; No! 'Tis the wretch who tempts him to sub
O WITNESS, Heaven ! vert it,
the heart's profoundest depth exThe soothing slave, the traitor in the bosom,
plores, Who best deserves that name; he is a worm
That if not to perform my regal task;
To be the common father of my people,
If not to shelter useful worth, to guard $61. Description of a Hag. OTWAY.
His well-earn'd portion from the sons of rapine, In a close lane, as I pursu'd my journey,
And deal out justice with impartial hand; 1 spied a wither'd hag, with age grown double, if not to spread on all good men my bounty, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself;
The treasures trusted to me, not my own; Her eyes with scalding rheum were galld and If not to raise anew our English name red,
By peaceful arts, that grace the land they bless, Cold palsy shook her head, her hand seem'd And generous war to humble proud oppressors: wither'd,
Yet more, if not to build the public weal And on her crooked shoulders had she wrappd On that firm hase, which can alone resist The tatter'd remnants of an old strip'd hanging,
Both time and chance, fair liberty and law; Which serv'd to keep her carcase from the cold: If I for these great ends am not ordain'dSo there was nothing of a piece about her.
May I ne'er poorly fill the throne of England. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd With different color'd rags, black, red, white, $ 66. The real Duty of a King. Rowe. yellow,
-'Tis true I am a king: And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness.
Honor and glory too have been my aim,
But though I dare face death and all the dangers $ 62. Happiness the inseparable Companion of Which furious war wears in its bloody front; Virtue.
Rowe. Yet could I choose to fix my name by peace, -To be good is to be happy; angels
By justice, and by mercy; and to raise Are happier than men, because they're better. My trophies on the blessings of mankind : Guilt is the source of sorrow; 'tis the fiend,
Nor would I buy the empire of the world,
With ruin of the people whom I sway,
Or forfeit of my honor.
-Yes, we have lost a father!
The greatest blessing Heaven bestows on mor$ 63. Honor superior to Justice.
And seldom found amidst these wilds of time, Honor, my lord, is much too proud to catch A good, a worthy king!—Hear me, my Tancred! At every slender twig of nice distinctions. And I will tell thee in a few plain words, These for the unfeeling vulgar may do well ; How he deserv'd that best, that glorious title. But those whose souls are by the nicer rule 'Tis nought complex, 'tis clear as truth and Of virtuous delicacy only sway'd,
[ren, Stand at another bar than that of laws. He lov'd his people, deem'd them all his child.
The good exalted, and depress’d the bad : His prey; and with a roar that made us pale, He spurn'd the flattering crew, with scorn re- Flew fiercely on him: but Lysimachus, jected
[selves, Starting aside, avoided his first stroke Their smooth advice, that only means them with a slight hurt, and, as the lion turn'd, Their schemes to aggrandize him into baseness, Thrust gantlet, arm and all, into his throat : Well knowing that a people in their rights Then with Herculean force tore forth by the And industry protected ; living safe Beneath the sacred shelter of the laws; The foaming, bloody tongue; and while the Encourag'd in their genius, arts, and labors ;
savage, And happy each as he himself deserves, Faint with the loss, sunk to the blushing Are ne'er ungrateful. With unsparing hand earth, They will for him provide : their filial love To plow it with his teeth, your conqu'ring And confidence are his unfailing treasury,
soldier And every honest man his faithful guard. Leap'd on his back, and dash'd his skull to
pieces. $ 68. The Guilt of bad Kings. Mallet.
§ 72. Character of an excellent Man. Rowe. When those whom Heaven distinguishes
How could my tongue o'er millions, And show'rs profusely pow'r and splendor on Take pleasure, and be lavish in thy praise ! them,
How could I speak thy nobleness of nature ! Whate'er th' expanded heart can wish : when Thyopen, manly heart, thy courage, constancy, Accepting the reward, neglect the duty,
And inborn truth, unknowing to dissemible!
Thou art the man in whom my soul delights,
Iu whom, next Heaven, I trust.
$73. Virtue the only true Source of Nobility,
THOMSON. $ 69. The true End of Life. THomson. I TELL thee, then, whoe'er amidst the soas Who, who would live, my Narva, just to Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble
Of reason, valor, liberty, and virtue, breathe This idle air, and indolently run,
Of nature's own creating. Such have risen, Day after day, the still returning round
Sprung from the dust, or where had been our
honors ? Of life's mean offices and sickly
And such, in radiant bands, will rise again But in the service of mankind to be A guardian god below; still to employ
In yon immortal city; that, when most The mind's brave ardor in heroic arms,
Deprest by fate, and near apparent ruin,
Returns, as with an energy divine, Such as may raise us o'er the grovelling herd,
On her astonish'd foes, and shakes them from And make us shine for ever-that is life.
her. $ 70. The same. S. JOHNSON.
$74. The happy Effects of Misfortune, Reflect that life and death, affecting
LIF misfortune comes, she brings along Are only varied modes of endless being. The bravest virtues. And so many great Reflect that life, like every other blessing, Illustrious spirits have convers'd with woe, Derives its value from its use alone;
Have in her school been taught, as are enough Nor for itself, but for a nobler end,
To consecrate distress, and make ambition Th' Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue. E’en wish the frown beyond the smile of for. When inconsistent with a greater good, Reason commands to cast the less away; Thus life, with loss of wealth, is well preserv'd, $75. A Description of the Morning. And virtue cheaply sav'd with loss of life.
OTWAY. $71. A Lion overcome by a Man. Lee. Wisu'd morning's come; and now upon the
plains, The prince in a lone court was plac'd, And distant mountains, where they feed their Unarın'd, all bat his hands, on which he wore flocks, A pair of gantlets.
The happy shepherds leave their homely huts, At last, the door of an old lion's den
And with their pipes proclaim the new-born Being drawn up, the horrid beast appear'd:
day: The Aames which from his eye shot glaring The lusty swain comes with his well-fill'd scrip red,
Of healthful viands, which, when hunger calls, Made the sun start, as the spectators thought, With much content and appetite he eats, And round them cast a day of blood and death. To follow in the field his daily toil, The prince walk'd forward: the large beast des And dress the grateful glebe that yields him cried
The beasts, that under the warm hedges slept, 1 $ 80. The Love of our Country the greatest And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are
Virtue. THOMSON. up; And, looking tow'rds the neighbouring pas
His only, plot was this: that, much pro
vok'd, tures, raise Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good-He rais’d his vengeful arm against his counmorrow :
try: The cheerful birds too on the tops of trees
And lo! the righteous gods have now chastis'd
him Assemble all in choirs; and with their notes Salute and welcome up the rising sun.
Even by the hands of those for whom he
Whatever private views and passions plead, $ 76. Another. Les.
No cause can justify so black a deed : From amber shrouds I see the morning These, when the angry tempest clouds the soul, rise;
May darken reason and her course control; Her rosy hands begin to paint the skies;
But when the prospect clears, her startled eye And now the city emmets leave their hive,
Must from the treach'rous gulf with horror fly,
On whose wide wave by stormy passions tost, And rousing hinds to cheerful labor drive; High cliffs and rocks are pleasing objects now. Then be this truth the star by which we steer:
So many helpless wretches have been lost. And nature smiles upon the mountain brow: The joyful birds salute the sun's approach:
Above ourselves our country shall be dear. The sun too laughs, and mounts his gaudy coach;
$ 81. The same. W. WHITEHEAD. While from the car his dropping gems distil, And all the earth, and all the heavens, do smile. LEARN hence, ye Romans! on how sure a
The patriot builds his happiness; no stroke, $ 77. The charming Noles of the Nightingale. No keenest, deadliest shaft of adverse fate
Can make his generous bosom quite despair, Tats, in some poplar shade, the nightingale Grief may to grief in endless round succeed,
But that alone by which his country falls. With piercing moans does her lost young And nature suffer when our children bleed
bewail: Which the rough hind observing, as they lay
Yet still superior must that hero
prove, Warm in their downy nest had stolen away:
Whose first, best passion, is his country's love. But she in mournful sounds does still complain, Sings all the night, though all her songs are $ 82. In what Philosophy really consists. vain,
THOMSON. And still renews her miserable strain.
-PHILOSOPHY consists not $78. The same. Rowe.
In airy schentes or idle speculations.
The rule and conduct of all social life So when the spring renews the flow'ry field, Is her great province. Not in lonely cells And warns the pregnant nightingale to build ; Obscure she lurks, but holds her heavenly light She seeks the safest shelter of the wood, To senates and to kings, to guide their counsels, Where she may trust her little tuneful brood, And teach them to reform and bless mankind. Where no rude swains her shady cell may All policy but hers is false and rotten; know,
All valor not conducted by her precepts No serpents climb, nor blasting winds may Is a destroying fury sent from hell, blow:
To plague unhappy inan, and ruin nations. Fond of the chosen place, she views it o'er, Sits there, and wanders through the grove no
$83. Scipio restoring the captive Princess to her more; Warbling she charms it each returning night,
Thomson. And loves it with a mother's dear delight.
-WHAT with adıniration
Struck every heart, was this: A noble virgin, $79. A worthless Person can claim no Merit Conspicuous far o'er all the captive dames, from the Virtues of his Ancestors. Rowe.
Was mark'd the general's prize. She wept and
blush'd, Were honor to be scann'd by long descent Young, fresh, and blooming like the morn. Au From ancestors illustrious, I could vaunt
eye, A lineage of the greatest; and recount, As when the blue sky trembles through a cloud Among my fathers, names of ancient story, Of parest white. A secret charm combin'd Heroes and godlike patriots, who subdu'd Her features, and infus'd enchantment through The world by arms and virtue.
them : But that be their own praise ;
Her shape was harmony.-But eloquence Nor will I borrow merit from the dead, Bencath her beauty faits; which seem'don purMyself an undeserver.
By nature lavish'd on her, that mankind Our seas with commerce throng'd, our busy Might see the virtue of a hero tried
ports Almost beyond the stretch of human force. With cheerful toil. Our Enna blooms afresh; Soft as she pass'd along, with downcast eyes,
Afresh the sweets of thymy Hybla blow. Where gentle sorrowsswell’d, and now and then Our nymphs and shepherds, sporting in each Dropp'd o'er her modest cheek a trickling tear, vale, The Roman legions languish'd, and hard war Inspire new song, and wake the pastoral reed. Felt more than pity. E'en their chief himself, As on his high tribunal rais'd he sat,
$ 85. Providence. Thomson. Turn'd from the dangʻrous sight, and chiding There is a Pow'r ask'd
Unseen, that rules th' illimitable world, His officers, if by this gift they meant That guides iis inotions from the brightest star To cloud his virtue in its very dawn.
To the least dust of this sin-tainted mould,
While man, who madly deems himself the She, question'd of her birth, in trembling ac
Of all, is nought but weakness and dependWith tears and blushes broken, told her tale. But when he found her royally descended, This sacred truth, by sure experience taught, Of her old captive parents the sole joy; Thou must have learnt when wandering all And that a hapless Celtiberian prince,
alone, Her lover, and belov'd, forgot his chains,
Each bird, each insect, fitting through the sky, His lost dominions, and for her alone
Was more sufficient for itself than thou. Wept out his tender soul; sudden the heart Of this young, conqu’ring, loving, godlike Ro
$ 86. Prudence. Thomson. Felt all the great divinity of virtne. His wishing youth stood check’d, his tempting Act with cool prudence, and with manly tempow'r
per, Restrain'd by kind humanity.--At once
As well as manly firmness. He for her parents and her lover call’d.
'Tis godlike magnanimity to keep, The various scene imagine; how his troops
When most provok’d, our reason calm and clear, Look'd dubious on, and wonderd what he And execute her will, from a strong sense meant;
Of what is right, without the vulgar aid While stretch'd below the trembling suppliants of heat and passion, which, tho' honest, bear us lay
Often 100 far.
$ 87. Description of Ships appearing at a Dis. Anxiety, and love, in every shape;
tance, and approaching the Shore. Dryden. To these as different sentiments succeeded, Guiom. As far as I could cast my eyes As mix'd emotions : when the man divine Upon the sea, something, methought, did rise Thus the dread silence to the lover broke: Like blueish mists, which still appearing more, “We both are young, both charm'd. The Took dreadful shapes, and thus mor'd tow'rds right of war
the shore: Has put thy beauteous mistress in my pow'r, The object I could first distinctly view, With whoin I could in the most sacred ties Was tall, straight trees, which on the water Live out a happy life: but know that Romans flew : Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer. Wings on their sides instead of leares did grow,
Then take her to thy soul; and with her take Which gather'd all the breath the winds could Thy liberty and kingdom. In return
blow; I ask but this :—when you behold these eyes, And at their roots grew Aoating palaces, These charins, with transport, be a friend to Whose out-blow'd bellies cut the yielding seas. Rome.”
Montezuma. What divine monsters, O ye
gods! are these,
That float in air, and Ay upon the seas? $ 84. The Blessings of Peace. Thomson. Came they alive, or dead, upon the shore?
Guiom. Alas! they liv'd too sure : 1 heard --O BEAUTEOUS Peace !
them roar : Sweet union of a state! what else but thou All turn'd their sides, and to each other spoke: Gives safety, strength, and glory, to a people? I saw their words break out in fire and smoke. I bow, Lord Constable, beneath the snow Sure 'tis their voice that thunders from on high, Of many years; yet in my breast revives And these the younger brothers of the sky: A youthful fame. Methinks I see again Deaf with the noise, I took my hasty flight; Those gentle days renew'd, that bless'd our isle No mortal courage can support the fright. Ere by this wasteful fury of division, Worse than our Ætna's most destructive fires,
$88. Virtue preferable to Rank. Rowe. It desolated sunk. I see our plains
What tho' no gaudy titles grace my birth; Unbounded waving with the gists of harvest: Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward !
Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft So did your subjects, in their gaudy trim, The hire which greatness gives to slaves and sy- Upon the pendant branches speak his praise. cophants :
Mothers, who cover'd all the banks beneath, Yet Heaven, that made me honest, made me Did rob the crying infants of the breast, more
Pointing Ziphares out, to make them smile; Than e'er a king did when he made a lord. And climbing boys stood on their fathers' shoul
[cries, $ 89. Description of an ancient Cathedral.
Answering their shouting sires with tender Congreve.
To make the concert up of general joy. —'Tis dreadful : How rev'rend is the face of this tall pile $ 91. A Shepherd's Life happier than a King's. Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
Hill. To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof,
TH' unbusied shepherd, stretch'd beneath By its own weight made steadfast and immove
the hawthorn, able !
His careless limbs thrown out in wanton ease, Looking tranquillity; it strikes an awe
With thoughtless gazo perusing the arch'd And terror to my aching sight! The tombs
heavens, And monumental caves of death look cold,
And idly whistling while his sheep feed round And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Enjoys a sweeter shade than that of canopies $ 90. Description of a Triumph. Lee. Hemm'd in with cares, and shook by storms of
He comes, and with a port so proud, As if he had subdu'd the spacious world : And all Sinope's streets are fill'd with such $ 92. Virtue its own Reward. RowE. A glut of people, you would think some god Great minds, like Heav'n, are pleas'd with Had conquer'd in their cause, and them thus
doing good, rank'd
[heads! Though the ungrateful subjects of their favors That he might make his entrance on their Are barren in return. Virtue does still While from the scaffolds, windows, tops of With scorn the mercenary world regard, houses,
Where abject souls do good, and hope reward. Are cast such gaudy show'rs of garlands down, Above the worthless trophies man can raise, That e'en the crowd appear like
conquerors, She-seeks not honor, wealth, nor airy praise, And the whole city seems like one vast meadow But with herself, herself the goddess pays. Set all with flow'rs, as a clear heaven with
stars. Nay, as I have heard, ere he the city enter'd, $93. No Difficulties insuperable to the Prudent Your subjects lin’d the way for many furlongs;
Rowe. The very trees bore men : and as our God, The wise and active conquer difficulties When from the portal of the east he dawns, By daring to attempt them : sloth and folly To welcome him with all their warbling throats Shiver and shrink at sight of toil and hazard, And prune their feathers in his golden beams; And make th' impossibility they fear.
END OF THE THIRD BOOK.