Wondrous refiners of philofophy, Of morals and divinity, By the new modish system of reducing all to sense, V. This hopeful fect, now it begins to fee To cenfure, to cry down, and rail, Of folving all appearances they please, We foon fhall fee them to their ancient methods fall, Perhaps imagine to be wondrous wit, And think, alas! to be by mortals writ, Juftling fome thousand years till ripen'd by the fun; VI. But VI. But as for poor contented me, Who must my weakness and my ignorance confefs, That this new, noble, and delightful scene Or in our judgement or our eye), We often fearch contentedly the whole world round, And fcorn it when 'tis found. Juft fo the mighty Nile has fuffer'd in its fame, That feeds the huge unequal ftream. By which fome fondly boast they shall for ever live, (Whom all the charms of an ufurped wife and state, With all that power unfelt courts mankind to be great, Did with new unexperienc'd glories wait) Still wear, still doat, on his invisible ring? VII. Were VII. Were I to form a regular thought of Fame, I would not draw th' idea from an empty name; Although they praise the learning and the wit, The name and man by whom the book was writ, These days! where e'en th' extravagance of poetry Mens' folly, whimfies, and inconftancy, And by a faint defcription makes them less. Then tell us what is Fame, where fhall we fearch for it? Look where exalted Virtue and Religion fit Enthron'd with heavenly Wit! Look where you fee The greateft fcorn of learned vanity! (And then how much a nothing is mankind! Whose reason is weigh'd down by popular air, Who, by that, vainly talks of baffling death; And hopes to lengthen life by a transfufion of breath, Which yet whoe'er examines right will find To be an art as vain as bottling up of wind!) And when you find out these, believe true Fame is there, Far Far above all reward, yet to which all is due; And this, ye great unknown! is only known in you. VIII. The juggling fea-god, when by chance trepan'd A stealing brook, and strove to creep away Vext at their follies, murmur'd in his ftream; Would vanish in a pyramid of fire. This furly flippery God, when he defign'd Ne'er borrow'd more variety of shapes And feem (almost) transform'd to water, flame, and air, Though all the fumes of fear, hope, love, and shame, Contrive to fhock your minds with many a fenfeless doubt; Doubts where the Delphic God would grope in ignorance and night, The God of learning and of light Would want a God himself to help him out. Philofophy, as it before us lies, Seems to have borrow'd fome ungrateful tafte But But always with a ftronger relifh of the last. This beauteous queen, by Heaven defign'd For man to drefs and polish his uncourtly mind, In what mock habits have they put her fince the fall! With a huge fardingale to fwell her fustian stuff, Of comments and disputes, ridiculous and vain, How foon have you reftor'd her charms And rather tight than great! How fond we are to court her to our arms! How much of Heaven is in her naked looks! X. Thus the deluding Mufe oft' blinds me to her ways, And changes all to beauty, and the praise And you with fatal and immortal wit confpire To fan th' unhappy fire. VOL. I. Cruel unknown! what is it you intend? for |