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To be belov'd of God, I have not lost
To love, at least contemplate and admire 380
What I see excellent in good, or fair,
Or virtuous, I should so have lost all sense.
What can be then less in me than desire
To see thee and approach thee, whom I know
Declar'd the Son of God, to hear attent
Thy wisdom, and behold thy godlike deeds?
Men generally think me much a foe
To all mankind: why should I? they to me
Never did wrong or violence; by them
I lost not what I lost, rather by them 390
I gain'd what I have gain'd, and with them dwell
Copartner in these regions of the world,
If not disposer, lend them oft my aid,
Oft my advice by presages and signs,
And answers, oracles, portents and dreamt,
Whereby they may direct their future life.
Envy they say excites me, thus to gain
Companions of my misery and woe.
At first it may be; but long since with woe
Nearer acquainted, now I feel by proof, 400
That fellowship in pain divides not smart,
Nor lightens aught each man's peculiar load.
Small consolation then, were man adjoin'd:
This wounds me most (what can it less ?) that man,
Man fall'n, shall be restor'd, I never more.
To whom our Saviour steraly thus reply'd: Deservedly thou griev'st, compos'd of lies
From the beginning, and in lies wilt end:
Comes to the place where he before had sat
By thee are giv'n, and what confess'd more true
Into the world to teach his final will,
Though inly stung with anger and disdain
Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke,
Her dictates from thy mouth? most men admire
To whom our Saviour with unalter'd brow:
I bid not gr forbid; do as thou find'st 495
Permission from above; thou can'st not more-
THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK.