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How this, when to the Senses now impair'd
She lends the Strength, which Nature has denied?
And by the Help of Art, adds Eyes to Eyes
And Ears to Ears. Hence, e'en in this Life,
Herself She raises far above the Rank
And Lot of human Things; now calls from Heav'n
The Stars; now with resistless Pow'r unlocks
Earth's inmost Chambers; now draws forth to Light
Minutest Bodies, for the Eye too small,
And of new Worlds the Miracles displays.
What, when of Sense the Errors She corrects,
Ask you, how this can be? We neither knoiv'
That others somewhat have, which to himself,
Just so the Mind sees Nothing upon Earth
That Man seems therefore happy to have liv'd, In my Account, who, when he has survey'd This World's grand Theatre with Mind compos'd, This Sun, and Earth, and Seas, and Clouds, and Fire; Strait, as a Guest well satisfied, returns From whence he came. For whether you're allow'd In Life to linger on an hundred Years, Or count but few, still the fame Scene recurs: Nought better or more new your Eyes behold, Than what they saw before. Count then that Time,
F Whate' Whate'cr it is, that's spent on Earth, no more
Than as some public 'Change; or larger Inn
For Persons outward bound; where Life detain'd
Hangs floating in Uncertainty, between
A thousand Follies tost, a thousand Cares.
Who first sets out, first gains the Port. Away!
Hoist quick the Sails, lest haply fail thy Stores.
Why lingrest thou? behind advancing on
Are dire Diseases, bitter Lofs of Friends,
And Age on ev'ry Side beset with Snares.
This World, without his Order, who asilgn'd
Our Station in it, and 'tween Hope and Fear
No, might I ev'ry Joy of Life possess,
Fam'd for their Father's Virtue and their own,
IMMORTALITY Of The SOUL.
BOOK THE SECOND.
N ev'ry Thing beside, that God hath made, Plain Marks then of his Goodness he has shewn; 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