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God of this world invok'd and world beneath;
Who then thou art, whose coming is foretold
To me so fatal, me it most concerns. 105

The trial hath indamag'd thee no way,
Rather more honor left and more esteem;
Me nought advantag'd, missing what I aim'd.
Therefore let pass, as they are transitory,
The kingdoms of this world; I shall no more 210
Advise thee; gain them as thou canst, or not.
And thou thyself seem'st otherwise inclin'd
Than to a worldly crown, addicted more
To contemplation and profound dispute,
As by that early action may be judg'd, 215

When slipping from thy mother's eye thou went'st
Alone into the temple; there wast found
Among the gravest Rabbies disputant
On points and questions fitting Moses1 chair,
Teaching not taught; the childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day. Be famous then ax 1
By wisdom; as thy empire must extend,
So let extend thy mind o'er all the world
In knowledge, all things in it comprehend i
All knowledge is not couch'd in Moses' law, 225
The Pentateuch, or what the Prophets wrote;
The Gentiles also know, and write, and teach
To admiration, led by Nature's light;
And with the Gentiles much thou must converse,
Ruling them by persuasion as thoumeanst; 230
Without their learning how wilt thou with them,
Or they with thee hold conversation meet?

How wilt thou reason with them, how refute

Their idolisms, traditions, paradoxes?

Error by his own arms is bestevinc'd. 335

Look once more ere we leave this specular mount

Westward, much nearer by southwest, behold

Where on the ./Egean shore a city stands

Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil,

Athens the eye of Greece, mother of arts 04.0

And eloquence, native to famous wits

Or hospitable, in her sweet recess.

City' or suburban, studious walks and shades;

See there the olive grove of Academe,

Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird 24.5

Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long;

There flowery hill Hymettus with the sound

Of bees industrious murmur oft invites

To studious musing; their Ilissus rolls

His whisp'ring stream i within the walls then view

The schools of ancient sages; his who bred 251

Great Alexander to subdue the world,

Lyceum there, and painted Stoa nexti

There shalt thou hear and learn the secret power

Of harmony in tones and numbers hit 255

By voice or hand, and various-measur'd verse,

.ffiolian charms and Dorian lyric odes,

And his who gave them breath, but higher sung,

Blind Melesigenes thence Homer call'd,

Whose poem Phoebus challeng'd for his own. 260

Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught

In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best

Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd
In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of Fate, and Chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing:
Thence to the famous orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democratie,
Shook th' arsenal and fulmin'd over Greece, 270
To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne s
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear
From Heav'n descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates; see there his tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronoune'd 275
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issued forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Sirnam' d Peripatetics, and the sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; 280

These here revolve, or, as thou lifc'st, at home,
Till time mature thee to a kingdom's weight;
These rules will render thee a king complete
Within thyself, much more with empire join'd.
To whom our Saviour sagely thus reply'd:
Think not but that I know these things, or think
I know them not; not therefore am I short
Of knowing what I ought: he who receives
Light from above, from the Fountain of Light,
No other doctrin needs, though granted true; "29*
But these are false, or little else but dreams,
Conjectures, fancies, built on nothing firm.

The first and wisest of them all profess'd

To know this only, that he nothing knew;

The next to fabling fell and smooth conceits; 295

A third sort doubted all things, though plain sense;

Others in virtue plac'd felicity,

But virtue join'd with riches and long life;

In corporal pleasure he, and careless ease;

The Stoic last in philosophic pride, 300

By him call'd Virtue; and his virtuous man,

Wise, perfect in himself, and all possessing,

Equals to God, oft shames not to prefer,

As fearing God nor man, contemning all 304

Wealth, pleasure, pain or torment, death and life,

Which when he lists, he leaves, or boasts he can,

For all his tedious talk is but vain boast,

Or subtle shifts conviction to evade.

Alas, what can they teach, and not mislead,

Ignorant of themselves, of God much more, 310

And how the world began, and how man fell

Degraded by himself, on grace depending?

Much of the soul they talk, but all awry,

And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves

All glory arrogate, to God give none, 315

Rather accuse him under usual names,

Fortune and Fate, as one regardless quite

Of mortal things. Who therefore seeks in these

True Wisdom, finds her not, or by delusion

Far worse, her false resemblance only meets, 32*

An empty cloud. However, many books,

Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads

Incessantly, and to his reading brings not

A spirit and judgment equal or superior

(And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek?)

Uncertain and unsettled still remains, 326

Deep vers'd in books and shallow in himself,

Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys,

And trifles for choice matters, worth a spunge;

As children gathering pebbles on the shore. 330

Or if I would delight my private hours

With music or with poem, where so soon

As in our native language can I find

That solace? All our law and story strow'd

With hymns, ourpsalms with artful terms inscrib'd,

Our Hebrew songs and harps in Babylon, 336

That pleas'd so well our victor's ear, declare

That rather Greece from us these arts deriv'd;

111 imitated, while they loudest sing

The vices of their deities, and their own 340

In fable, hymn, or song, so personating

Their gods ridiculous, and themselves past shame.

Remove their swelling epithets thick laid

As varnish on a harlot's cheek, the rest>

Thin sown with ought of profit or delight, 345

Will far be found unworthy to compare

With Sion's songs, to all true tastes excelling,

Where God is prais'd aright, and god-like men,

The holiest of holies, and his saints;

Such are from God inspir'd, not such from thee,

Unless where moral virtue is express'd 351

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