Affect ill-manner'd pedantry, Rudenefs, ill-nature, incivility, And, fick with dregs of knowledge grown, IV. Curft be the wretch! nay doubly curst! To curfe our greatest enemy) Who learnt himself that heresy first (Which fince has feiz'd on all the rest) That knowledge forfeits all humanity; Taught us, like Spaniards, to be proud and poor, Thrice happy you have 'fcap'd this general peft; You cannot be compar'd to one : I muft, like him that painted Venus' face, Unless I Virgil and Epicurus will not do, V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius' fate; But you by peace. B 2 Nor Nor has it left the ufual bloody fcar, To fhew it coft its price in war; War! that mad game the world fo loves to play, For, though with lofs or victory a while Fortune the gamefters does beguile, Yet at the last the box fweeps all away. VI. Only the laurel got by peace No thunder e'er can blast: Shoots to the earth, and dies; Nor ever green and flourishing 'twill last, Nor dipt in blood, nor widows' tears, nor orphans' cries. About the head crown'd with these bays, Like lambent fire the lightning plays; Nor, its triumphal cavalcade to grace, Makes up its folemn train with death ; It melts the fword of war, yet keeps it in the sheath. VII. The wily fhifts of ftate, thofe jugglers' tricks, Which we call deep defigns and politicks (As in a theatre the ignorant fry, Because the cords efcape their eye, Wonder to fee the motions fly); Off fly the vizards, and discover all : How plain I fee through the deceit ! Look, Look where the pully 's tied above! Great God! (faid I) what have I feen! On what poor engines move The thoughts of monarchs, and designs of states! How the mouse makes the mighty mountain shake! Scar'd at th' unheard-of prodigy, Lo! it appears! See how they tremble! how they quake! Out ftarts the little beaft, and mocks their idle fears. VIII. Then tell, dear favourite Mufe! What ferpent's that which still reforts, Still lurks in palaces and courts? Take thy unwonted flight, And on the terrace light. See where the lies! See how the rears her head, And rolls about her dreadful eyes, To drive all virtue out, or look it dead! Made So he wore his within, up of virtue and tranfparent innocence; And though he oft' renew'd the fight, And almost got priority of fight, He ne'er could overcome her quite (In pieces cut, the viper ftill did re-unite), Till, at laft, tir'd with lofs of time and cafe, Refolv'd to give himfelf, as well as country, peace. IX. Sing, belov'd Mufe! the pleafures of retreat, Shew the delights thy fifter Nature yields; How mighty a profelyte you gain !` How is the Mufe luxuriant grown! To the lov'd pasture where he us'd to feed,. Oft' fhe looks back in vain, Oft' 'gainst her fountain does complain, And foftly steals in many windings down, And murmurs as the glides away. X. In this new happy scene Are nobler fubjects for your learned pen; Here we expect from you More than your predeceffor Adam knew; (Whofe well-compacted forms escape the light, Shall ere long grow into a tree; Whence takes it its increafe, and whence its birth, How fome go downward to the root, And form the leaves, the branches, and the fruit. Shall I believe a spirit fo divine Was caft in the fame mold with mine? Why then does Nature fo unjustly share And all her jewels and her plate? Poor we! cadets of Heaven, not worth her care, Take up at beft with lumber and the leavings of a fare: Some the binds 'prentice to the fpade, Some to the drudgery of a trade, |