« הקודםהמשך »
Fam'd for their Father's Virtue and their own,
Not ev’n for such a Price as this I'd deign
The fame dull Path to tread so often o’er,
And the same Circle wheel. The Mind aspires
To Things more glorious. To its high Defires
Nothing is equal, that can change or end.
Bonne N ev'ry Thing beside, that God hath made, En Plain Marks then of his Goodness he has shewn; 6 All can, but Man, be happy. Man, on Earth Chief of his Works, Man in his Image made, With Sufferings severe is exercis’d. No;----of the Deity be such Complaints Far from us. Yet look round with me awhile On human Life; you'll own what a vast Crowd Of Evils presses hard on ev'ry Side, Not upon this, or that Man, as it falls;
But upon, nearly, the whole human Race
Without Distinction, and in Multitudes.
How many Thousands sweeps the Rage of War!
How many does relentless Tyranny,
Of Torture various Arts from Day to Day
Devising, give to Death, or load with Chains !
What those who wretched e’en where Plenty reigns,
Perish with Hunger; or whom fell Disease
Takes off at once, or lingring Sickness wasts
Piece-meal, without their Fault! for those I pass
Unmention’d, who, in Numbers, Martyrs fall
To Wine and Women and their own Excess.
What profits Virtue? Of religious Life
Where the Rewards? Give Virtue all her Due;
Let her the Evils, which she can't prevent,
By bearing teach to soften; let her chear
With better Hope; to Man give inward Peace;
Abate the swelling Tides of Rage and Love;
Still She protects not—is no certain Guard
Against Misfortune. Nay, (the Truth allow’d)
Oft Virtue's self to Dangers evident
Exposes. 'Tis their Int’rest to be bad,
Who serve proud Masters. Ev'ry Tyrant hates
True Honesty. How many, who have serv'd
Their Country gloriously, have been undone
By the blind Rage of Those whom they had fav’d!,
· No sooner does a Character appear
Of any Eminence, but strait, in Arms
And close Confed’racy, the envious Mob
Rise up against him; quick with Viper-tooth
To gnaw, and shed their Poison on, his Fame..
Again, suppose the Cloud, that stops his Rise;.
He by his Merit breaks and dissipates; ..
2 Gral. Then must he toil for an ungrateful Race;
Bear ev'ry Kind of Slander and Abuse;
And all the Hazards run, that can arise :
From Mob seditious, or th’ambitious Great. -
This let him hear, who madly feeks a Name
And Honours for himself; yet ignorant,
How great the Troubles, that surround his Choice.
Is private Life ought better? There, you see,
No less reigns Anger, Lust, and all that's base:
In Malk of Friendship, Fraud; Envy malign;
And Tricks and Squabbles, and vexatious Suits..
But, tell me, softens not the Cares of Life.
An amiable Wife? Domestic Ease:
With Safety and with Pleasure you enjoy ;
Around stand smiling the sweet Innocents,
And eager reach for the fond Parent's Kiss,
The Guard and Pride of his advancing Age.
Here's what we seek, or no where; true, but then
Are there no Troubles to corrupt these Joys ?
What Torment, if, as often, diff'rent Turns
Both take, and each their own resolv'd pursue !
Nor is it easy, e’er the Knot is tied,
To know the Temper, nicely as we ought;
Nor, should Repentance follow, have we Pow'r
To break our Chain: But the hard Lot remains,
And the important Dye is thrown for Life.
Besides, who is there that can undertake,
That Children shall be virtuously dispos’d,
And strictly follow what is good? But grant,
That all Things to your Wishes here succeed,
Yet ah! when least you think, in Flow'r of Youth,
Death sweeps at once the Family's whole Hope.
I own, these Evils Virtue does not cause ;
Nay more, if each the Duty of his Post
Would faithfully discharge, Nothing would be
Than Virtue better; then the golden Age
Would soon return; but in that Age to live
Is not our present Lot. Hence, of the World
Some have fuppos’d two Principles, two Gods;
One Ill-dispos’d, Author of all that’s Bad;