At top of all became Another thing and name; Here I'm amaz'd at th' actions of a Knight, For thofe falfe Moves that break the Game, That to their Grave, the Bag, the conquer'd Pieces bring, And, above all, th' ill-conduct of the Mated King. "Whate'er these feem, whate'er philosophy "And fenfe or reason tell," said I, "These things have life, election, liberty; "'Tis their own wisdom moulds their state, "Their faults and virtues make their fate. "They do, they do," said I; but strait Lo! from my enlighten'd eyes the mists and shadows fell, And lo! I saw two angels play'd the Mate. An unfeen hand makes all their Moves; With her own hands fhe fashioned; She did a covenant with nie make, And circumcis'd my tender soul, and thus fhe spake: "Thou "Thou of my church fhalt be; "Hate and renounce" faid fhe, "Wealth, honour, pleafures, all the world, for me. Their feveral ways of life let others chufe, With Fate what boots it to contend P And fome small light it did difpenfe, But neither heat nor influence. No matter, Cowley! let proud Fortune fee, That thou canst her defpife no lefs than fhe does thee, Let all her gifts the portion be Of Folly, Luft, and Flattery, Murder, Infidelity, Rebellion and Hypocrify; Do thou not grieve, nor blush to be, As all th' infpired tuneful men, And all thy great forefathers, were, from Homer down to Ben. VOL. II, D BRUTUS. E BRUT US. Xcellent Brutus! of all human race The beft, till Nature was improv'd by Grace; Till men above themselves Faith raifed more Than Reafon above beasts before. Virtue was thy life's centre, and from thence The gentle, vigorous influence To all the wide and fair circumference ; Each had his motion natural and free, And the whole no more mov'd than the whole world could be. From thy ftrict rule some think that thou didst swerve (Mistaken, honest men !) in Cæsar's blood; What mercy could the tyrant's life deserve, From him who kill'd himself, rather than serve ? Are fo far from understood, We count them Vice: alas! our fight 's fo ill, We look not upon Virtue in her height, On her fupreme idea, brave and bright, In the original light; But But as her beams reflected pass Through our own Nature or Ill-custom's glass : And 'tis no wonder, fo, If with dejected eye In ftanding pools we feek the sky, That ftars, fo high above, should seem to us below. Can we ftand by and fee Our mother robb'd, and bound, and ravish'd be, Pleas'd with the ftrength and beauty of the ravisher? The cancel'd name of friend he bore? Ingrateful Cæfar, who could Rome enthrall! There's one but Brutus could deferve That all men elfe fhould wish to ferve, And Cæfar's ufurp'd place to him should proffer; None can deferve 't but he who would refuse the offer. Ill Fate affum'd a body thee t' affright, And wrap'd itself i' th' terrors of the night: "I'll meet thee at Philippi," said the sprite; "I'll meet thee there," faidft thou, With fuch a voice, and fuch a brow, One One would have thought 't heard the morning crow, But unfeen attack'd thee there : Had it prefum'd in any fhape thee to oppose, A conqueror and a monarch mightier far than he. What joy can human things to us afford, Ill men, and wretched accidents, The beft caufe and beft man that ever drew a sword? When we fee The falfe Octavius and wild Antony, God-like Brutus ! conquer thee? What can we fay, but thine own tragic word- An idol only, and a name. The bold voice of thy generous difdain : Thefe mighty gulphs are yet Too deep for all thy judgment and thy wit. Which thefe great fecrets fhall unfeal, 5 A few |