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But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and inslave
Peaceable nations, neighb'ring, or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin wherefoe'er they rove,

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Then fwell with pride, and must be titled Gods,
Great Benefactors of mankind, Deliverers,

Worshipt with temple, priest and facrifice;
One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other;
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Rolling in brutish vices, and deform'd,

Violent or fhameful death their due reward.

But if there be in glory ought of good,

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may by means far different be attain'd

Without ambition, war, or violence;

By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance: I mention still

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Him whom thy wrongs with faintly patience borne
Made famous in a land and times obfcure;
Who names not now with honor patient Job?
Poor Socrates (who next more memorable?)
By what he taught and suffer'd for so doing,
For truth's fake fuffering death unjuft, lives now
Equal in fame to proudeft conquerors.
Yet if for fame and glory ought be done,
Ought fuffer'd; if young African for fame
His wafted country freed from Punic rage,

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The deed becomes unprais'd, the man at least,
And loses, though but verbal, his reward.

Shall I feek glory then, as vain men seek,

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Oft not deserv'd? I feek not mine, but his
Who fent me', and thereby witness whence I am.
To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd.
Think not so slight of glory; therein least
Resembling thy great Father: he seeks glory,
And for his glory all things made, all things
Orders and governs; nor content in Heaven
By all his Angels glorify'd, requires

Glory from men, from all men good or bad,
Wife or unwife, no difference, no exemption;
Above all facrifice, or hallow'd gift
Glory' he requires, and glory he receives
Promifcuous from all nations, Jew, or Greek,
Or barbarous, nor exception hath declar'd;
From us his foes pronounc'd glory' he exacts.
To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd.
And reason; fince his word all things produc'd,
Though chiefly not for glory as prime end,
But to show forth his goodness, and impart
His good communicable to every foul
Freely; of whom what could he lefs expect
Than glory' and benediction, that is thanks,
The slightest, easiest, readiest recompense

From them who could return him nothing else,
And not returning that would likelieft render

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Contempt instead, dishonor, obloquy?
Hard recompense, unsuitable return

For so much good, so much beneficence.

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But why should man seek glory, who' of his own
Hath nothing, and to whom nothing belongs
But condemnation, ignominy', and shame?
Who for fo many benefits receiv'd
Turn'd recreant to God, ingrate and false,
And fo of all true good himself despoil'd,
Yet, facrilegious, to himself would take
That which to God alone of right belongs;
Yet fo much bounty is in God, fuch grace,
That who advance his glory, not their own,
Them he himself to glory will advance.

So fpake the Son of God; and here again
Satan had not to anfwer, but stood ftruck
With guilt of his own fin, for he himself
Infatiable of glory had lost all,
Yet of another plea bethought him foon.

Of glory, as thou wilt, faid he, so deem,
Worth or not worth the seeking, let it pass:
But to a kingdom thou art born, ordain'd
To fit upon thy father David's throne;
By mother's fide thy father; though thy right

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Be now in pow'rful hands, that will not part
Easily from poffeffion won with arms:

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Judæa now and all the promis'd land,

Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke,

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Obeys Tiberius; nor is always rul'd

With temp'rate fway; oft have they violated
The temple, oft the law with foul affronts,
Abominations rather, as did once
Antiochus: and think'st thou to regain
Thy right by fitting ftill or thus retiring?
So did not Maccabeus: he indeed

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Retir'd unto the defert, but with arms;
And o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd,

That by strong hand his family obtain'd,

Though priests, the crown, and David's throne ufurp'd, With Modin and her fuburbs once content.

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If kingdom move thee not, let move thee zeal
And duty; zeal and duty are not flow;
But on occafion's forelock watchful wait.
They themselves rather are occasion best,
Zeal of thy Father's house, duty to free
Thy country from her Heathen fervitude;
So fhalt thou best fulfil, best verify

The prophets old, who sung thy endless reign;
The happier reign the fooner it begins;

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To whom our Saviour answer thus return'd.

All things are best fulfill'd in their due time,
And time there is for all things, Truth hath faid:
If of my reign prophetic Writ hath told,
That it shall never end, fo when begin
The Father in his purpose hath decreed,

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He in whose hand all times and seasons roll.
What if he hath decreed that I fhall firft

Be try'd in humble ftate, and things adverse,
By tribulations, injuries, insults,

Contempts, and scorns, and snares, and violence,
Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting,
Without diftruft or doubt, that he may know
What I can fuffer, how obey? who best

Can suffer, best can do; best reign, who first
Well hath obey'd; just trial ere I merit
My exaltation without change or end.
But what concerns it thee when I begin
My everlasting kingdom, why art thou
Solicitous, what moves thy inquifition?
Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall,
And my promotion will be thy destruction?

To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd.
Let that come when it comes; all hope is loft
Of my reception into grace; what worse?
For where no hope is left, is left no fear:
If there be worse, the expectation more
Of worse torments me than the feeling can.
I would be at the worst; worst is my port,
My harbour and my ultimate repose,
The end I would attain, my final good.
My error was my error, and my crime
My crime; whatever for itself condemn'd,
And will alike be punish'd, whether thou

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