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Who names not now with honour patient Job?
Poor Socrates, (who next more memorable ?)
By what he ta»ght, and suffer'd for so doing,
For truth's sake suffering death, unjust, lives now
Equal in Fame to proudest conquerours.
Yet if for fame and glory aught be done,
Aught suffer'd; if young African for fame
His wasted country freed from Punick rage;
The deed becomes unprais'd, the man at least,
And loses, though but verbal, his reward.
Shall I seek glory then, as vain men seek,
Oft not deserv'd? I seek not mine, but his
Who sent me; and thereby witness whence I am.

To whom die Tempter murmuring thus replied.
Think not too 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 glorified, requires
Glory ffiom men, from all men, good or bad,
Wise or unwise, no difference, no exemption;
Above all sacrifice, or hallowM gift,
Glory he requires, and glory he receives,
Promiscuous from all nations, Jew or Greek,
Or barbarous, nor exception hath declar'd;
From us, his foes pronoune'd, glory he exacts.

To whom our Saviour fervently replied. And reason; since his word all things produe'd,

Though chiefly not for glory as prime end,
But to show forth his goodness, and impart
His good communicable to every soul
Freely; of whom what could he less expect
Than glory and benediction, that is, thanks,
The slightest, easiest, readiest recompence
From them who could return him nothing else,
And, not returning that, would likeliest render
Contempt instead, dishonour, obloquy?
Hard recompence, unsuitable return
For so much good, so much beneficence!
But why should man seek glory, who of his own
Hath nothing, and to whom nothing belongs,
But condemnation ignominy and shame?
Who for so many benefits receiv'd,
Turn'd recreant to God, ingrate and false,
And so of all true good himself despoil'd;
Yet, sacrilegious, to himself would take
That which to God alone of right belongs:
Yet so much bounty is in God, such grace,
That who advance his glory, not their own,
Them he himself to glory will advance.

So spake the Son of God; and here again
Satan had not to answer, but stood struck
With guilt of his own sin; for he himself,
Insatiable of glory, had lost all;
Yet of another plea bethought him soon.

Of glory, as thou wilt, said he, so deem J

Worth or not worth the seeking, let, it pass.

But to a kingdom thou art born, ordain'd

To sit upon thy father David's throne,

By mother's side thy father; though thy right

Be now in powerful hands, that will not part

Easily from possession won with arms:

Judaea now and all the Promis'd Land,

Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke,

Obeys Tiberius; nor is always rul'd

With temperate sway; 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 sitting still, or thus retiring?

So did not Maccabeus: he indeed

Retir'd unto the desart, 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

usurp'd,
With Modin and her suburbs once content.
If kingdom move thee not, let move thee zeal
And duty; zeal and duty are not slow,
But on oceasion's forelock watchful wait:
They themselves rather are occasion best;
Zeal of thy father's house, duty to free
Thy country from her Heathen servitude.
So shalt thou best fulfil, best verify

The Prophets old, who sung thy endless reign;

The happier reign, the wooer it begins:

Reign then; what canst thou better do the while?

To whorn our Saviour answer thus return'd. All things are best fuJfiU'd m their due time; And time there is for all things, Truth hath said. If of my reign propbetiek Writ bath told, That it shall never end, go, when begin, The Father in his purpose hath decreed; He, in whose hand all times and seasons roll. What if he hath decreed that I shall first Be tried in humble state, and things adverse, By tribulations, injuries, insults, Contempts, and scorns, and snares, and violence, Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting, Without distrust or doubt, that he may know What I can suffer, 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 1 begin My everlasting kingdom? Why art thou Solicitous? What moves thy inquisition? Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall, And my promotion will be thy destruction?

To whom the Tempter, inly raek'd, replied. Let that come when it conies; all hope is lost 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 errour was my errour, and my crime

My crime; whatever, for itself condemn'd;"

And will alike be punish'd, whether thou

Reign, or reign not; though to that gentle brow

Willingly could I fly, and hope thy reign,

From that placid aspect and meek regard,

Rather than aggravate my evil state,

Would stand between me and thy Father's ire,

(Whose ire I dread more than the fire of Hell,)

A shelter, and a kind of shading cool

Interposition, as a summer's cloud.

If I then to the worst that can be haste,

Why move thy feet so slow to what is best,

Happiest, both to thyself and all the world,

That thou, who worthiest art, should'st be their

king? Perhaps thou linger'st, in deep thoughts detain'd Of the enterprise so hazardous and high; No wonder; for, though in thee be united What of perfection can in man be found, Or human nature can receive, consider, Thy life hath yet been private, most part spent At home, scarce view'd the Galilean towns,

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