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The Grand, the Marvellous, of Civil Life.
Want, and Convenience, Under-workers, lay
The Basis, on which Love of Glory builds.
Nor is thy Life, O Virtue! less in Debt
To Praise, thy secret-stimulating Friend.
Was Man not proud, what Merit should we miss ?
Pride made the Virtues of the Pagan World.
Praise is the Salt that seasons Right to Man,
And whets his Appetite for moral Good.
Thirst of Applause is Virtue's second Guard ;
Reason, her First ; but Reason wants an Aid;
Our private Reason is a Flatterer;
Thirst of Applause calls publick Judgment in,
To poise our own, to keep an even Scale,
And give endanger'd Virtue fairer Play.
Here a Fifth Proof arises, stronger still :
Why this so nice Construction of our Hearts ?
These delicate Moralities of Sense ?
This conftitutional Reserve of Aid
To succour Virtue, when our Reason fails ;
If Virtue, kept alive by Care, and Toil,
And, oft, the Mark of Injuries on Earth,
When labour'd to Maturity, (its Bill
Of Disciplines, and Pains, unpaid) muft die?
Why freighted-rich, to dash againft a Rock?
Was Man to perish when moft fit to live,
O how mifpent were all these Stratagems,
By Skill Divine inwoven in our Frame?
Where is Heav'n's Holiness, and Mercy fled ?
Laughs Heav'n, at once, at Virtue, and at Man?
If not, why That discourag'd, This destroy'd ?

Thus far Ambition. What says Avarice?
This her chief Maxim, which has long been Thine,
“ The Wise and Wealthy are the same." I grant it.
To store up Treasure, with incessant Toil,
This is Man's Province, This his highest Praise.


To this great End keen Instinët ftings him on.
To guide that Instinct, Reason! is thy Charge ;
"Tis Thine to tell us where true Treasure lies.: .
But Reason failing to discharge her Trust,
Or to the Deaf discharging it in vain,
A Blunder follows, and blind Indufiry,
Gall'd by the Spur, but Stranger to the Course,
(The Course where Stakes of more than Gold are won).
O'er-loading, with the Cares of difiant Age,
The jaded Spirits of the present Hour,
Provides for an Eternity below.

“ Thou shalt not covet," is a wise Command,
But bounded to the Wealth the Sun surveys :
Look farther, the Command stands quite revers'd, .
And Av'rice is a Virtue most divine.
Is Faith a Refuge for our Happiness ??
Most sure ;. And is it not for Reason too?
Nothing this World unriddles, but the next.
Whence inextinguishable Thirst of Gain ?.
From inextinguishable life in Man :
Man, if not meant, by Worth, to reach the Skies,
Had wanted Wing to fly so far in Guilt. -
Sour Grapes I grant Ambition, Avarice za
Yet still their Root is Immortality.
These its wild Growths so bitter, and so bafé;
(Pain, and Reproach!) Religion can reclaim,
Refine, exalt, throw down their pois'nous Lee,
And make them fparkle in the Bowl of Bliss.

See the Third Witness laughs at Bliss remote,
And falsly promises an Eden heres,
Truth she shall speak for once, tho?- prone to lye,
A common Cheat, and Pleasure is her Name..
To Pleasure never was Lorenzo deaf ;.
Then hear her now, now first thy real Friend.

Since Nature made us not more fond, than proud Of Happiness, (whence Hypocrites in Joy,


Makers of Mirth! Artificers of Smiles !)
Why should the Joy most poignant Sense affords,
Burn us with Blushes, and rebuke our Pride?
Those Heav'n-born Blushes tell us Man descends,
Ev’n: in the Zenith of his earthly Bliss :
Should Reafon take her infidel Repose,
This honest Inftinet speaks our Lineage high;
This Instinct calls on Darkness to conceal
Our rapturous Relation to the Stalls.
Our with noble Shame,
And he that's unconfounded, is unmann d.
The Man that blushes is not quite a Brute.
Thus far with Thee Lorenzo! will I close,
Pleasure is good, and Man for Pleasure made,
But Pleasure full of Glory, as of Joy ;
Pleasure, which neither blushes, nor expires.

The Witnesses are heard, the Cause is o'er ;
Let Conscience file the Sentence in her Court,
Dearer than Deeds that half a Realm convey ;
Thus, seald by Truth, th’authentic Record runs.
“ Know all; Know Infidels,

- unapt to Know! “ 'Tis Immortality your Nature folves; 'Tis Immortality decyphers Man, “ And opens all the Myft'ries of his Make. « Without it, half his Instincts are a Riddle; 66 Without it, all his Virtues are a Dream: “ His very Crimes attest his Dignity ; - His fateless Thirst of Pleasure, Gold, and Fame, " Declares him born for Blessings infinite; “ What, less than Infinite, makes unabsurd of Passions, which all on Earth but more infames ? " Fierce Paffions fo mismeasur'd to this Scene, ... Stretch'd out, like Eagles Wings, beyond our Neft, .66 Far, far beyond the Worth of all below, ** For Earth too large, presage a nobler Flight, 166 And Evidence our Title to the Skies."

Ye gentle Theologues, of calmer Kind! Whose Constitution dictates to your Pen, Who, Cold yourselves, think Ardor comes from Hell ! Think not our Paffions from Corruption (prung, Tho' to Corruption, now, they lend their Wings; That is their Mistress, not their Mother. All (And justly) Reafon deem Divine: I see, I feel, a Grandeur in the Paffons too, Which speaks their high Descent, and glorious End; Which speaks them Rays of an Eternal Fire. In Paradise itself they burnt as strong, Ere Adam fell ; tho' wiser in their Aim. Like the proud Eastern, ftruck by Providence, What tho' our Pasions are run mad, and stoop With low, terrestrial Appetite, to graze, On Trash, on Toys, dethron’d from high Desire ; Yet still, thro' their Disgrace, no feeble Ray Of Greatness shines, and tells us whence they fell : But These, (like that fall’n Monarch when reclaim'd) When Reason moderates the Rein-aright, Shall reascend, remount their former Sphere, Where, once, they soar’d Illustrious ; ere seduc'd, By wanton Eve's Debauch, to ftrole on Earth, And set the sublunary World on Fire.

But grant their Frenzy lafts; their Frenzy fails To disappoint one providential End; Was Reason filent, boundless Passion speaks A future Scene of boundless Objects too, And brings glad Tidings of eternal Day. Eternal Day! 'Tis that enlightens All; And All, by that enlighten'd, proves it sure. Consider Man as an immortal Being, Intelligible, All; and All is Great ; A crystalline Transparency prevails, And strikes full Lustre thro' the Human Sphere ; Consider Man as mortal, All is dark, And wretched ; Reason weeps at the Survey.



The learn'd LORENZO cries, “ And let her weep, Weak, modern Reason; antient Times were wise. « Authority, that venerable Guide, “ Stands on my Part; the fam'd Athenian Porch, “ (And who for Wisdom so renown'd as They?) Deny'd this Immortality to Man.” I grant it ; but affirm they prov'd it too. A Riddle, this? Have Patience, l'll explain.

WHAT noble Vanities, what moral Flights, Glitt'ring thro' their romantic Wisdom's Page, Make as, at once, despise them, and admire ? Fable is flat to These high-season'd Sires, They leave th’ Extravagance of Song below. « Flesh shall not feel; or feeling, fall enjoy & The Dagger, or the Rack; to them alike « A Bed of Roses, or the burning Bull." In Men exploding all beyond the Grave, Strange Doctrine, This : As Do&trine it was ftrange, But not as Prophecy; for such it prov'd, And, to their own Amazement, was fulfill'd: They feign'd a Firmness Christians need not feign, The Christian truly triumph'd in the Flame: The Stoic faw, in double Wonder loft, Wonder at Them, and Wonder at Himself, To find the bold Adventures of his Thought Not bold, and that he strove to lye in vain. WHENCE, then, those Thoughts? Those towTing

Thoughts that flew
Such monstrous Heights - From Infting, and from

The glorious Inftinet of a deathless Soul,
Confus’dly conscious of her Dignity,
Suggested Truths, they could not understand.
In Luft's Dominion, and in Paffion's Storm,
Truth's System broken, scatter'd Fragments lay,
As light in Chaos, glimm'ring thro' the Gloom :

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