Cancer heat tipped in after butle loot CONTENTS of the Seventh Night. IN the Sixth Night Arguments were drawn, from NATURE, in Proof of Immortality: Here, others are drawn from MAN: From his Difcontent, p. 187; from bis Paffions and Powers, 188; from the gradual Growth of Reafon, 189; from his Fear of Death, ibid. from the Nature of Hope, 190; and of Virtue, 191, &c. from Knowlege, and Love, as being the most effential Properties of the Soul, 195; from the Order of Creation, 196; from the Nature of Ambition, 197, &c. Avarice, 202, 203; Pleafure, 204. A Digreffion on the Grandeur of the Paffions, 205, 206. Immortality alone renders our prefent State intelligible, 206, 207. An Objection from the Stoics Disbelief of Immortality, anfwered, 207, 208. Endless Questions unrefolvable, but on Suppofition of our Immortality, 208. The natural, most melancholy, and pathetic Complaint of a Worthy Man under the Perfuafion of no Futurity, 209, &c. The grojs Abfurdities and Horrors of Annihilation urg'd home on LoRENZO, 215, &c. The Soul's vaft Importance, 221, &c, from whence it arifes, 224, 225. The Difficulty of being an Infidel, 227. The Infamy, ibid. the Caufe, 229. and the Character, 229, 230, of an Infidel-State. What True Free-thinking is, 230, 231. The neceffary Punishment of the Falfe, 232. Man's Ruin is from Himfelf, 233. An Infidel accufes himself of Guilt, and Hypocrify; and that of the worst Sort, 234. His Obligation to Christians, ibid. What Danger he incurs by Virtue, 235. Vice recommended to Him, 236. His high Pretences to Virtue, and Benevolence, exploded, ibid. The Conclufion, on the Nature of Faith, 238. Reason, 239; and Hope, 239, 240; with an Apology for this Attempt, 240. H EAV'N gives the needful, but neglected, Call. What Day, what Hour, but knocks at humant To wake the Soul to Senfe of future Scenes? [Hearts, Deaths ftand, like Mercurys, in ev'ry Way; And kindly point us to our Journey's End. POPE, who couldft make Immortals! art Thou dead? Leave; This, Earth and Skies* already have proclaim'd. If Man fleeps on, untaught by what he fees, * Night the Sixth. Can Can he prove Infidel to what he feels? He, whofe blind Thought Futurity denies, In Fate fo diftant, in Complaint fo near? Is it, that Things Terreftrial can't content? To share their sweet Serene. Man, ill at Ease, Sighs on for fomething more, when most enjoy'd. Not fo; thy Pafture richer, but remote; 7 In In part, remote; for that remoter Part Man bleats from Inftinit, tho', perhaps, debauch'd Shall Sons of Æther, shall the Blood of Heaven, Our Heads, our Hearts, our Paffions, and our Powers; Speak the fame Language; call us to the Skies: Unripen'd Thefe in this inclement Clime, Scarce rise above Conjecture, and Mistake; O for a Blifs unbounded! Far beneath A Soul immortal, is a mortal Joy. Were Man to live coëval with the Sun, Men perish in Advance, as if the Sun The Sun's Meridian, with the Soul of Man. Nor reach, what reach he might, why die in Dread? Why of his proud Prerogative the Prey? Why |