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Those flighted favours which cold nymphs difpense,
Mere common counters of the sense,
Defective both in metal and in measure,
A lover's fancy coins into a treasure.

How vast the subject! what a boundless store
Of bright ideas shining all before !
The Muse's fighs forbid me to give o'er;
But the kind god incites us various ways,
And now I find him all my ardour raise,
His precepts to perform as well as praise. 86


But yet

1. 'Tis said that favourite mankind Was made the lord of all below;

the doubtful are concern’d to find
'Tis only one man tells another fo.
And for this great dominion here
Which over other beasts we claim,
Reason our best credential does

By which indeed we domineer,
But how absurdly we may see with shame :
Reason, that folemn trifle! light as air,
Driv'n up and down by censure or applause,
By partial love away 't is blown,
Or the least prejudice can weigh it down;
Thus our high privilege becomes our snarc.
In any nice and weighty cause



How weak at best is Reason! yet the grave
Inpose on that small judgment which we have.

In all those wits whose names have spread so wide,
And ev'n the force of Time defy'd,
Some failings yet may be descry'd.
Among the rest, with wonder be it told
That Brutus is admir'd for Cæsar's death,
By which he yet survives in Fame's immortal breath.
Brutus! ev'n he, of all the rest,
In whom we should that deed the most detest, 25
Is of mankind esteem'd the best.
As snow, descending from some lofty hill,
Is by its rolling course augmenting still,
So from illustrious authors down have roll'd
Those great encomiums he receiv'd of old.
Republic orators will shew esteem,
And gild their eloquence with praise of him,
But truth, unveild, like a bright sun appears,
To shine away this heap of seventeen hundred years.

In vain 't is urg'd hy an illustrious wit,

(To whom in all besides I willingly fubmit)
That Cæsar's life no pity could deferve
From one who kill'd himself rather than serve.
Had Brutus chose rather himself to day
Than any mafter to obey,
Happy for Rome had been that noble pride; [dy'd.
The world hadthen remain’d in peace and only Brutus




For he whose soul disdains to own
Subjection to a tyrant’s frown,
And his own life would rather end,

Would sure much rather kill himself than only hurt
To his own sword in the Philippian field [his friend.
Brutus indeed at last did yield;
But in those times self-killing was not rare,
And his proceeded only from despair :
He might have chosen else to live,
In hopes another Cæfar would forgive;
Then, for the good of Rome, he could once more
Conspire against a life which had spar'd his before.

IV. Our country challenges our utmost care, 55 And in our thoughts deserves the tenderest share; Her to a thousand friends we should prefer, Yet not betray them tho' it be for her. Hard is his heart whom no desert can move A mistress or a friend to love

60 Above whate'er he does besides enjoy, But may he, for their fakes, his fire or fons destroy? For sacred justice, or for public good, Scorn'd be our wealth, our honour, and our blood : In such a cause want is a happy ftate;

65 Ev'n low disgrace would be a glorious fate; And death itself, when noble fame survives, More to be valued than a thousand lives:



But 't is not surely of fo fair renown
To spill another's blood as to expose our own. 70
Of all that's ours we cannot give too much,
But what belongs to friendship, oh! 't is facrilege te


(touchi Can we stand by unmov'd, and fee Our mother robb'd and ravifh'd can we be Excus'd if in her cause we never fir,

73 Pleas'd with the strength and beauty of the ravifher? Thus fings our bard with heat almost divine; *Tis pity that his thought was not as strong as fine. Would it more juftly did the case exprefs, Or that its beauty and its.grace were lefs. (Thus a nymph sometimes we fee Who fo charming seems to be That, jealoùs of a fost surprise, We scarce durft trust our eager eyes.) Such a fallacious ambulia to escape, It were but vain to plead a willing rafe; A valiant son would be provok'd the more; A force we therefore must confess, but acted long bee A marriage fince did intervene,

[fore; With all the folemn and the facred scene; go Loud was the Hynienean fong; The violated dame * walk'd fmilingly along, And in the midit of the most facred dance, As if enamour'd of his fight,

* Romeo


Often the cast a kind admiring glance

On the bold struggler for delight,
Who afterwards appear'd fo moderate and cool,
As if for public good alone he so desir'd to rule.

But, oht that this were all which we can urge
Against a Roman of fo great a soul,

And that fairtruth permitted us to purge
His fact of what appears fo foul!
Friendhip, that facred and sublimest thing!
The noblest quality and chiefest good,
(In this dull age scarce understood)

1os Inspires us with unufual warmth her injur'd rites to Aflift, ye Angels! whose immortal bliss, [ling: Tho' more refin'd, chiefly confifts in this. How plainly your bright thoughts to one another Oh! how

ye agree in harmony divine! [fhine! The race of mutual love with equal zeal ye run, sit A course as far from any end as when at first begun. Ye faw and fmild upon this matchless pair, Who still betwixt them did so many virtues share, Some which belong to peace, and some to itrife, 115 Those of a calm and of an active life, That all the excellence of human-kind Concurr'd to make of both but one upited inind, Which Friendship did fo fast and clofely bind, Not the least cement could appear by which their fouls were join'd.

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