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And all thy noble reparations sink
tality. Like Archimedes, honourably in vain, Thou hold’st out towns that must at last be ta'en, And thou thyself, their great defender, slain. Let's e'en compound, and for the present live, 'Tis all the ready-money Fate can give;
Unbend sometimes thy restless care,
To' enjoy at once their health and thee: Some hours, at least, to thine own pleasures spare : Since the whole stock may soon exhausted be,
Bestow 't not all in charity.
LIFE AND FAME.
Oh, Life! thou Nothing's younger brother!
What's somebody, or nobody?
As 'tis “ to be,” or “ not to be.”
Is a more solid thing than thou. Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up betwixt two eternities!
Yet canst nor wave nor wind sustain, But, broken and o’erwhelm'd, the endless oceans
And with what rare inventions do we strive
Ourselves then to survive ?
That Nothing, Man's no wit!
“ Here lies the great”—false marble! where? Nothing but small and sordid dust lies there.Some build enormous mountain-palaces,
The fools and architects to please;
So he, who on the Egyptian shore
hundred Lives still (oh Life! most happy and most dear! Oh Life! that epicures envy to hear !) Lives in the dropping ruins of his amphitheatre.
His father-in-law an higher place does claim
He, since that toy his death, Does fillall mouths, and breathes in all men's breath. 'Tis true, the two immortal syllables remain ;
But, oh, ye learned men ! explain
What essence, what existence, this, What substance, what subsistence, what hypostaIn six poor letters is !
[sis, In those alone does the great Cæsar live,
'Tis all the conquer'd world could give.
We Poets, madder yet than all,
Fain would I see that prodigal,
Who his to-morrow would bestow, For all old Homer's life, e'er since he died, till now?
Farewell to' ye all in haste,
For I am call’d to go.
Which in the sea does lie,
And seems a grain o’the' sand !
And is it this, alas! which we
Dry and secure I go,
Nor shake with fear or cold :
And lightnings, in my way,
As flames mount up through air:
So perfect, yet so tame,
My faithful breast did cover, Then, when I was of late a wretched mortal lover. Through several orbs which one fair planet bear, Where I behold distinctly as I pass
The hints of Galileo's glass,
I touch at last the spangled sphere :
"Tis all so bright and gay,
Swallows my senses quite,
And drowns all What, or How, or Where ! Not Paul, who first did thither pass, And this great world's Columbus was,
The tyrannous pleasure could express. Oh, 'tis too much for man! but let it ne'er be less ! The mighty' Elijah mounted so on high, That second man who leap'd the ditch where all
The rest of mankind fall,
And went not downwards to the sky! With much of
and show (As conquering kings in triumph go)
Did he to heaven approach, [coach. And wondrous was his
and wondrous was his 'Twas gaudy all; and rich in every part
; Of essences, of gems; and spirit of gold
Was its substantial mould,
Drawn forth by chemic angels' art. Here with moon-beams 'twas silver'd bright, There double-gilt with the sun's light;
And mystic shapes cut round in it, Figures that did transcend a vulgar angel's wit. The horses were of temper'd lightning made, Of all that in Heaven's beauteous pastures feed
The noblest, sprightful'st breed ;
And flaming manes their necks array’d:
But such light solid ones as shine
Thus mounted the great Prophet to the skies;
Or that which so they call,
Wonder'd from hence to see one rise. The soft clouds melted him
away ; The snow and frosts which in it lay
Awhile the sacred footsteps bore; The wheels and horses' hoofs hizzed as they pass’d
He pass'd by the’ moon and planets, and did fright All the worlds there which at this meteor gazed,
And their astrologers amazed
With the unexampled sight.
To'a better thing do aspire,