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The just man, and divulges him through Heaven
To all his Angels; who with true applause
Recount his praises : thus he did to Job,
When to extend his faine through Heav'n and Earth,
As thou to thy reproach may'it well remember, 66
He ask'd thee, Hast thou seen my servant Job ?
Famous he was in Heav'n, on Earth less known ;
Where glory is falfe glory, attributed
To things not glorious, men not worthy' of fame.
They err who count it glorious to subdue 71
By conquest far and wide, to over-run
Large countries, and in field great battels win,
Great cities by assault : what do these worthies,
But rob and spoil, burn, Naughter, and inflave 75
Peaceable nations, neighb'ring, or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin whereloe'er they rove,
And all the florishing works of peace destroy,
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 deformd,
Violent or shameful death their due reward.
But if there be in glory ought of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence ;
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance : I mention fill
Him whom thy wrongs with faintly 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 suffering death, unjust, lives now Equal in fame to proudelt conquerors. Yet if for fame and glory ought be done, Ought suffer'd ; if young African for fame His wasted country freed from Punic rage, The deed becomes unprais’d, the man at least, And loses, though but verbal, bis reward. Shall I seek glory then, as vain men feek, 105 Oft not delery'd? I seek not mine, but his Who sent me', and thereby witness whence I am,
To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd.
Think not so flight of glory; therein least
Resembling thy great Father : he seeks glory, 110
And for his glory all things made, all things
Orders and governs; nor content in Heaven
By all his Angels glorify'd, requires
Glory from men, from all men good or bad,
Wile or unwise, no difference, no exemption ; 115
Above all facrifice, or hallow'd gift
Glory' he requires, and glory he receives
Promiscuous from all nations, Jew, or Greek,
Or barbarous, nor exception hath declar'd;
From us his foes pronounc'd glory' he exacts. 120
To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd.
And reason; since his word all things produc'd,
Though chiefly not for glory as prime end,
But to show forth his goodness, and impart
His good communicable to every
Freely; of whom what could he less expect
Than glory and benediction, that is thanks,
The slightest, easiest, readiest recompense
From them who could return him nothing else,
And not returning that would likeliest render 130
Contempt initead, 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, facrilegious, to himself would take
That which to God alone of right belongs;
Yet so much bounty is in God, such
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 fin, for he himself
Insatiable of glory had lost all,
Yet of another plea bethought him soon.
Of glory, as thou wilt, laid he, so deem, Igo
Worth or not worth the seeking, let it pass :
But to a kingdom thou art born, ordaind
To sit upon thy father David's throne ;
By mother's side thy father'; though thy right .
Be now in pow'rful hands, that will not part 155
Easily from poffeflion won with arms :
Judæa now and all the promis'd land,
Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke,
Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always ruld
With temp’rate sway ; oft have they violated 160
The temple, oft the law with foul affronts,
Abominations rather, as did once
Antiochus : and think'st thou to regain
Thy right by sitting kill or thus retiring ?
So did not Maccabeus : he indeed
Retir d unto the desert, but with arıns ;
And o’er a mighty king so oft prevail'd,
That by strong hand-his family obtain'd,
Though priests, the crown, and David's throne
With Modin and her suburbs once content.
170 If kingdom move thee not, let move thee zeal And duty ; zeal and duty are not-flow; But on occasion's forelock watchful wait. They themselves rather are occasion best, Zeal of thy Father's house, duty to free Thy country from her Heathen servitude
i So íhalt thou best fulfil, best verify The prophets old, who fung thy endless reign ; The happier reign the fooner it begins ; Reign then ; what canst thou better do the while ?
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 The Father in his purpose hath decreed, He in whose hand all times and seasons roll, What if he hath decreed that I shall first Be try'd in humble state, and things adverse, By tribulations, injuries, insults,
190 Contempts, and fcorns, and snares, and violence, Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting, Without distrust or doubt, that he may
know What I can fuífer, how obey? who best Can suffer, best can do ; belt reign, who first 195 Well hath obey'd ; just trial ere I merit My exaltation without change or end. But what concerns it thee when I begin My everlasting kingdom, why art thou Solicitous, what moves thy inquisition ?
Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall,
And my promotion will be thy destruction ?
To whom the Tempter inly rack'd reply'd.
Let that come when it comes; all hope is lost
Of my reception into grace ; what worse ?
For where no hope is left, is left no fear :
If there be worse, the expectation more
Of worse torments me than the feeling can.
I would be at the worst ; worst is my port,
My harbour and my ultimate repofe,
The end I would attain, my final good.
My error was my error, and my crime
My crime ; whatever for itself condemn'd,
And will alike be punish’d, whether thou
Reign or veign not; though to that gentle brow 215
Willingly I could Ay, and hope thy reign,
From that placid afpéct and meek regard,
Rather than aggravate my evil state,
Would stand between me and thy Father's ire
(Whofe ire I dread more than the fire of Hell) 220
A felter and a kind of shading cool
Interpofition, as a summer's cloud.
If I then to the worst that can be haste,
Why move thy feet fo flow to what is best,
Happiest both to thyself and all the world,
That thou who worthiest art should'st be their king ?
Perhaps thou linger'st in deep thoughts detain'd
Of tho enterprise fo hazardous and high;
No wonder, for though in thee be united
What of perfection can in man be found,
230 Or human nature can receive, consider Thy life hath yet been private, most part spent At home, scarce view'd the Galilean towns, And once a year Jerusalem, few days 234 Short fojourn ; and what thence could it thou observe ?