One age is poor applause; the mighty shout, Late time muft echo; worlds unborn, refound. Wild dream,which ne'er had haunted human thought, 360 But our blind reason fees not where it lies; 365 370 375 380 385 Abfurd Abfurd the fam'd advice to Pyrrhus given, More prais'd, than ponder'd; fpecious, but unfound; An infuppreffive spring, will tofs him up 390 No Sultan prouder than his fetter'd flave: Slaves build their little Babylons of straw, 395 Echo the proud Affyrian in their hearts, And cry," Behold the wonders of my might!" And fouls immortal must for ever heave At fomething great; the glitter, or the gold; 400 The praise of mortals, or the praise of heaven. *When human is fupported by divine. I'll introduce. Lorenzo to Himself; Pleafure and pride (bad masters !) fhare our hearts, 405 As love of pleasure is ordain'd to guard And feed our bodies, and extend our race; The love of praife is planted to protect, What is it, but the love of praife, inspires, 410 415 Nor Nor is thy life, O virtue! lefs in debt 420 4.25 Here a fifth proof arises, stronger ftill: Why this so nice construction of our hearts? Thefe delicate moralities of fenfe; 430 This conftitutional reserve of aid To fuccour virtue, when our reason fails; If virtue, kept alive by care and toil, And, oft, the mark of injuries on earth, Of disciplines, and pains, unpaid) muft die? Where are heaven's holiness and mercy fled? Laughs heaven, at once, at virtue, and at man ? If not, why that discourag'd, this destroy'd ? Thus far ambition. What fays avarice? 435 440 This her chief maxim, which has long been Thine: 445 « The VOL. LXI. N "The wife and wealthy are the fame,”—I grant it. But, reafon failing to discharge her trust, Gall'd by the fpur, but stranger to the course, 450 455 (The course where stakes of more than gold are won) O'er-loading, with the cares of distant age, The jaded fpirits of the prefent hour, Provides for an eternity below. "Thou shalt not covet," is a wife command; 460 But bounded to the wealth the fun furveys: Look farther, the command ftands quite revers'd, Is faith a refuge for our happiness? Moft fure: and is it not for reafon too? 465 Nothing this world unriddles, but the next. Whence inextinguishable thirst of gain? From inextinguishable life in man : Man, if not meant, by worth, to reach the skies, Had wanted wing to fly fo far in guilt. 470 Sour grapes, I grant, ambition, avarice, Yet ftill their root is immortality: Thefe its wild growths fo bitter, and fo base, (Pain and reproach!) religion can reclaim, Refine, exalt, throw down their poisonous lee, 475 And And make them sparkle in the bowl of bliss. See, the third witness laughs at bliss remote, And falfely promises an Eden here: Truth fhe shall speak for once, though prone to lye, A common cheat, and Pleasure is her name. To pleasure never was Lorenzo deaf; Then hear her now, now first thy real friend. Since nature made us not more fond than proud 480 485 Should reason take her infidel repose, 490 This honeft inftinct speaks our lineage high; This inftinct calls on darknefs to conceal The witneffes are heard; the cause is o'er ; N 2 495 500 « Know, |