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From Heav'n's Omnipotent indulg’d to Man?-
Because, in Man, the glorious, dreadful Power;
Extremely to be Pain'd, or Bleit, for Ever.
Durction gives Importance; swells the Price.
An Angel, if a Crealure of a Day,
What would He be ? A Trifle of no Weight;
Or Stand, or Fall; no Matter which ; He's gone.
Because IMMORTAL, therefore is indulg'd
This strange Regard of Deities to Dust.
Hence, Heav'n looks down on Earth with all her Eyes :
Hence, the Soul's mighty Moment in her Sight :
Hence, ev'ry Soul has Partisans Above,
And ev'ry Thought a Critic in the Skies : - ..
Hence, Clay,, vile Clay ! has Angels for its Guard,
And ev'ry Guard a Passion for his Charge :
Hence, from all Age, the Cabinet divine
Has held high Counsel o'er the Fate of Man.

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Nor have the Clouds those gracious Counsels hid. Angels undrew the Curtain of the Throne, And PROVIDENCE came forth to meet Mankind: In various Modes of Emphasis, and Awe, He spoke his Will, and trembling Nature heard; He spoke it loud, in Thunder, and in Storm. Witness, Thou Sinai ! whose Cloud-cover'd Height, And shaken Basis, own'd the present God: Witness, ye Billows ! whose returning Tide, . Breaking the Chain that fasten'd it in Air, Swept Egypt, and her Menaces, to Hell :



Witness, ye Flames ! thAssyrian Tyrant blew
To sev’nfold Rage, as Impotent, as Strong:
And Thou, Earth! witness, whose expanding Jaws
Clos’d o'er * Presumption's facrilegious Sons:
Has not each Element; in Turn, subscrib'd

The Soul's high Price, and sworn it to the Wise?
Has not Flame, Ocean, Æther, Earthquake, strove
To strike this Truth, thro’ adamantine Man?
If not All-adamant, Lorenzo! hear ; .
All is Delusion, Nature is wrapt up,
In tenfold Night, from Reason's keenest Eye ;
There's no Consistence, Meaning, Plan, or End,
In all beneath the Sun, in all above,
(As far as Man can penetrate) or Heaven
Is an Immense, Inestimable Prize;
Or All is Nothing, or that Prize is All.-
And shall each Toy be still a Match for Heaven?
And full Equivalent for Groans Below?
Who would not give a Trifle to prevent
What He would give a Thousand Worlds to cure ?

LORENZO! Thou haft feen (if Thine, to fee) All Nature, and her God (by Nature's Course, And Nature's Course contrould) declare for me: '. The Skies Above proclaim “ Immortal Man!" And, “ Man Immortal !all Below resounds. The World's a System of Theology,

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* Korah, &c.

Read, by the greatest Strangers to the Schools;
If Honest, Learn'd; and Sages o'er a Plough.
Is not, Lorenzo! then, impos’d on Thee
This hard Alternative; or, to renounce
Thy Reason, and thy Sense; or, to Believe ?
What then is Unbelief? 'Tis an Exploit;
A strenuous Enterprize : To gain it, Man
Must burst thro' ev'ry Bar of common Sense,
Of common Shame, magnanimously wrong;
And what rewards the sturdy Combatant?
His Prize, Repentance; Infamy, his Crown.

But wherefore, Infamy ? -For want of Worth
Down the steep Precipice of Wrong He slides ;
There's nothing to support him in the Right.
Faith in the Future wanting, is, at least
In Embryo, ev'ry Weakness, ev'ry Guilt;
And strong Temptation ripens it to Birth.
If this Life's Gain invites him to the Deed,
Why not his Country sold, his Father Nain?
*Tis Virtue to pursue our Good Supreme;
And his Supreme, his Only Good is Here.
Ambition, Avorice, by the Wise disdain’d,
Is perfect Wisdom, while Mankind are Fools,
And think a Turf, or Tombstone, covers All;
These find Employment, and provide for Sense
A richer Pasture, and a larger Range;
And Sense by Right divine ascends the Throne,


When Reason's Prize and Prospect are no more ;
Virtue no more we think the Will of Heaven.
Would Heav'n quite beggar Virtue, if belov'd?

“ Has Virtue Charms ?” – I grant Her heavenly Fair ; But if un-portion'd, all will Int'rest wed; Tho'That our Admiration, This our Choice. The Virtues grow on Immortality; That Root destroy'd, they wither and expire. A Deity believ'd, will nought avail; Rewards and Punishments make God ador'd; And Hopes and Fears give Conscience all her Power: As in the dying Parent dies the Child, Virtue, with Immortality, expires. Who tells me He denies his Soul Immortal, Whate’er his Boast, has told me, He's a Knave. His Duty 'tis, to love Himself alone ; Nor care tho' Mankind perish, if He smiles. Who thinks ere-long the Man shall coholly die, Is dead already; nought but Brute survives.

And are there such ? -Such Candidates there are
For more than Death; for utter Loss of Being;
Being, the Basis of the Deity!
Ask you the Cause? --The Cause they will not tell;
Nor need they : Oh the Sorceries of Sense!
Thc work this Transformation on the Soul,

Dificount her like the Serpent at the Fall,
✓ Dismount her from her native Wing (which soar'd

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Ere-while ethereal Heights), and throw her down,
To lick the Dust, and crawl, in such a Thought.

Is it in Words to paint you! Oye Fall’n! Fall’n from the Wings of Reason, and of Hope! Erect in Stature, Prone in Appetite ! Patrons of Pleasure, posting into Pain! Lovers of Argument, averse to Sense ! Boasters of Liberty, fast-bound in Chains ! Lords of the wide Creation, and the Shame! More Senseless than th' Irrationals you scorn! More Base than those you rule! Than those you pity, Far more Undone ! O ye most infamous Of Beings, from Superior Dignity! Deepest in Woe from Means of boundless Bliss! Ye curst by Blessings infinite! Because Most highly favour'd, most profoundly lost! Ye motly Mass of Contradiction strong ! And are you, too, convinc'd, your Souls fly off In Exhalation soft, and die in Air, From the full Flood of Evidence against you? In the coarse Drudgeries, and Sinks of Senfe, Your Souls have quite worn out the Make of Heaven, By Vice new-cast, and Creatures of your own: But tho' you can deform, you can't destroy; To curse, not uncreate, is all your Power.

LORENZO! this black Brotherhood renounce; Renounce St. Evremont, and read St. Paul.


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