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Callid to the temple of impure delight,
But, Muse, forbear; long flights forebode a fall: Strike on the deep-toned chord the sum of all.
Hear the just law—the judgment of the skies, He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies: And he that will be cheated to the last, Delusions strong as Hell shall bind him fast. But if the wanderer his mistake discern, Judge his own ways, and sigh for a return, Bewilder'd once, must he bewail his loss For ever and for ever? No-the cross! There and there only (though the deist rave, And atheist, if earth bear so base a slave); There and there only is the power to save,
There no delusive hope invites despair;
I am no preacher, let this hint suffice
Pensantur trutinâ. Hor. Lib. II. Epist. 1.
MAN, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
Hard lot of man-to toil for the reward
Charge not, with light sufficient, and left free, Your wilful suicide on God's decree.
0, how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unincumber'd plan! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star, Legible only by the light they give, (LIVE. Stand the soul-quickening words--BELIEVE AND Too many, shock'd at what should charm them Despise the plain direction, and are lost. [most, Heaven on such terms! (they cry with proud disIncredible, impossible, and vain ! - [dain) Rebel, because 'tis easy to obey; And scorn, for its own sake, the gracious way. These are the sober, in whose cooler brains. Some thought of immortality remains; The rest too busy or too gay to wait On the sad theme, their everlasting state, Sport for a day, and perish in a night, The foam upon the waters not so light.
Who judged the pharisee? What odious cause Exposed him to the vengeance of the laws! Had he seduced a virgin, wrong'd a friend, Or stabb’d a man to serve some private end? Was blasphemy his sin? Or did he stray From the strict duties of the sacred day? Sit long and late at the carousing board? (Such were the sins with which he charged his
No- the man's morals were exact; what then?
of no price; He wore them as fine trappings for a show, A praying, synagogue-frequenting beau.
The self-applauding bird, the peacock see-Mark what a sumptuous pharisee is he! Meridian sunbeams tempt him to unfold His radiant glories, azure, green, and gold: He treads as if, some solemn music near, His measured step were govern’d by his ear; And seems to say-Ye meaner fowl, give place, I am all splendour, dignity, and grace!
Not so the pheasant on his charms presumes, Though he too has a glory in his plumes; He, Christianlike, retreats with modest mien To the close copse, or far sequester'd green, And shines without desiring to be seen. The plea of works, as arrogant and vain, Heaven turns from with abhorrence and disdain; No more affronted by avow'd neglect, Than by the mere dissembler's feign'd respect. What is all righteousness that men devise? What—but a sordid bargain for the skies? But Christ as soon would abdicate his own, As stoop from Heaven to sell the proud a throne.
His dwelling a recess in some rude rock, Book, beads, and maple-dish, his meagre stock; In shirt of hair and weeds of canvass dressid, Girt with a bell-rope, that the Pope has bless'd; Adust with stripes told out for every crime, And sore tormented long before his time;
His prayer preferr'd to saints, that cannot aid;
Turn eastward now, and Fancy shall apply
Which is the saintly worthier of the two? Past all dispute, yon anchorite say you. Your sentence and mine differ. What's a name? I say the bramin has the fairer claim. If sufferings Scripture no where recommends, Devised by self to answer selfish ends, Give saintship, then all Europe must agree Ten starveling hermits suffer less than he. The truth is (if the truth may
suit your ear, And prejudice have left a passage clear), Pride has attain’d its most luxuriant growth, And poison'd every virtue in them both. Pride may be pamper'd while the flesh grows lean; Humility may clothe an English dean;