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But rob and spoil, burn, flaughter, and inslave 75
Peaceable nations, neighb'ring, or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove,
And all the flourishing works of peace destroy, 80
Then swell with pride, and must be titled Gods,
Great Benefactors of mankind, Deliverers,
Worshipt with temple, priest and sacrifice;
One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other;
Till conqu'ror Death discover them scarce men, 85
Rolling in brutish vices, and deform'd,
Violent or shameful death their due reward.
But if there be in glory ought os good,
It may by means far disferent be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence; go
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance: I mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with saintly patience borne
Made famous in a land and times obscure;
Who names not now with honor patient Job? 95
Poor Socrates (who next more memorable?)
By what he taught and fuffer'd for so doing,
For truth's fake susfering death unjust, lives now
Equal in fame to proudest conquerors.
Yet if for fame and glory ought be done, 100
Ought fusfer'd; if young African for fame
His wasted country freed from Punic rage,
The deed becomes unprais'd, the man at least,
Oft not deserv'd? I seek not mine, but his
To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd.
To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd.
Freely; of whom what could he less expect
Ga ConContempt instead, dishonor, obloquy?
Hard recompense, 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 135
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 140
That which to God alone os 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 145 Satan had not to answer, but stood struck With guilt of his own sin, for he himself Insatiable os glory had lost all, Yet of another plea bethought him soon.
Of glory, as thou wilt, said he, so deem, 150 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 155 Easily from possession won with arms: Judæa now and all the promis'd land, Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke,
Obeys Obeys Tiberius; nor is always rul'd
With temp'rate sway; oft have they violated 160
The temple, oft the law with soul 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 165
Retired into the desert, but with arms;
And o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd,
That by strong hand his family obtain'd,
Tho'priests, the crown, andDavid's throne usurp'd,
With Modin and her suburbs once content. 170
If kingdom move thee not, let move thee zeal
And duty; zeal and duty are not stow;
But 00 occasion's forelock watchful wait.
They themselves rather are occasion best,
Zeal of thy Father's house, duty to free 175
Thy country from her Heathen servitude;
So shalt thou best fulfil, best verify
The prophets old, who fung thy endless reign;
The happier reign the sooner it begins;
Reign then; what canst thou better do the while? i 80
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 said: If of my reign prophetic Writ hath told, That it shall never end, so when begin 185
The Father in his purpose hath decreed,
He in whose hand all times and seasons roll.
Contempts, and scorns, and snares, and violence.
Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall,
To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd.
The end I would attain, my final good.