High and more high who aim with reftlefs pride, Where neither reafon nor fair virtue guide:

And him, the wretch, who labours on with pain,
For the low lucre of an ufelefs gain,

(Wife but to get, and active but to fave)
May scorn deferv'd ftill follow to the grave.
But he who fond to raise a splendid name,
On life's ambitious height would fix his fame,
In active arts, or vent'rous arms would shine,
Yet fhuns the paths which virtue bids decline;
Who dignifies his wealth by gen'rous use,
To raise th' opprefs'd, or merit to produce
Shall reafon's voice impartial e'er condemn
The glorious purpose of fo wife an aim?

Where virtue regulates this juft defire,
"Twere dangerous folly to fupprefs its fire.
Say, whence could fame fupply (its force unknown)
Her roll illuftrious of fair renown ?

What laurels prompt the hero's useful rage ?
What prize the patriot's weighty toils engage?
Each public paffion bound to endless frost,
Each deed of focial worth for ever loft.

O! may the Mufe infpire the love of praife,
Raife the bright paffion, but with judgment raise !
For this fhe oft has tun'd her facred voice,
Call'd forth the patriot, and approv'd his choice;
Bid him the fteep afcent to honour take,
Nor, till the fummit gain'd, her paths forfake.

Yet not fuccefs alone true fame attends;
He too fhall reach it who but well intends,

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See 'midst the vanquish'd virtuous, Falkland lies;
His gen'rous efforts vain, and vain his fighs;
Yet true to merit faithful records tell

To diftant ages how the patriot fell:

Bleft youth! infur'd the fweeteft voice of praise,
Who lives approv'd in Pope's unrivall❜d lays.
Grave precepts fleeting notions may impart,
But bright example beft inftructs the heart:
Then look on Patrius, let his conduct fhew
From active life what various bleffings flow.
In him a just ambition ftands confefs'd;
It warms, but not inflames, his equal breaft.
See him in fenates a& the patriot's part,
Truth on his lips, the public at his heart;
There neither fears can awe, nor hopes controul,
The honeft purpose of his fteady foul.
No mean attachments e'er seduc'd his tongue
To gild the cause his heart suspected wrong;
But deaf to envy, faction, spleen, his voice
Joins here or there, as reafon guides his choice.
To one great point his faithful labours tend,
And all his toils in Britain's interest end.

d He was killed in the civil wars: fee his character at large in Clarendon's history.

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To him each neighbour fafe refers his claim,
The right he fettles, and abates the flame.
Nor arts nor worth to Patrius fue in vain,
Nor unreliev'd the injur'd e'er complain.
For him the hand unfeen, are pray'rs prefer'd,
And grateful vows in diftant temples heard;
Like nature's bleffings to no part confin'd,
His well-pois'd bounty reaches all mankind;
That infolence of wealth, the pomp of state
Which crowds the mansions of the vainly great,
Flies far the limits of his modeft gate.

Juft what is elegantly ufeful's there;

Of aught beyond he fcorns th' unworthy care;
Nor would, for all the trim that pride can show,
One fingle act of focial aid forego;

For this he labours to improve his ftore,].

For this he wishes to enlarge his pow'r ;

This is his life's great purpose, end, and aim:
Such true ambition is, and worthy fame.

How different Rapax spent his worthless hour!
With treafure indigent, a flaye with pow'r :
Large fums o'erlooking, ftill intent on more,
He wafted, not enjoy'd, his tasteless store.
His growing greatnefs rais'd his hopes the high'r,
And fan'd his reftlefs pride's increafing fire.
'Twas thus amidst profperity he pin'd;

For what can fill the falfe ambitious mind ?

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With all the honours that his prince could give,
With all the wealth his av'rice could receive,
'Midft outward opulence, but inward care,
Reproach and want were all he left his heir.

'Tis true, the patriot well deferves his fame, And from his country just applause may claim. But what avails it to the world befide,"

That Brutus bravely ftab'd, or Curtius dy'd?
While Tully's merit, unconfin'd to place,"
Diffufes bleffings down through all our race';
Remotest times his learned labours reach,

And Rome's great moralift ev'n now shall teach retea f
Averse to public noise, ambition's ftrife,

And all the fplendid ills of bufy life,

Through latent paths, unmark'd by vulgar eye.
Are there who wish to pass unheeded by ?
Whom calm retirement's facred pleasures move,
The hour contemplative, or friend they love;
Yet not by fpleen, or fuperftition led,
Forbear ambition's giddy heights to tread ; ·
Who not inglorious fpend their peaceful day,
Whilft fcience, lovely ftar! directs their way?
Flows there not fomething good from fuch as thefe
No useful product from the men of ease ?
And fhall the Mufe no focial merit boast ?
Are all her vigils to the public loft?
Though noify pride may fcorn her filent toil,

Fair are the fruits which bless her happy soil :

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There every plant of useful produce grows,
There fcience fsprang, and thence inftruction flows;
There true philofophy erects her school,.

There plans her problem, and there forms her rule ;
There every feed of every art began,

And all that eases life, and brightens man.

'Twas hence great Newton, mighty genius! foar'd,
And all creation's wond'rous range explor'd.
Far as th' Almighty ftretch'd his utmost line,"
He pierc'd in thought, and view'd the vaft defign.
Too long had darker ages fought in vainen
The secret scheme of nature to explain;
Too long had truth escap'd each fage's eye,
Or faintly fhone through vain philofophy.
Each fhapely offspring of her feeble thought,
A darker veil o'er genuine fcience brought;
Sill ftubborn facts o'erthrew their fruitless toil;
For truth and fiction who shall reconcile
But Britain's fons a farer guide purfue;.
Thread safe the maze, fince Newton gave the clue.
Where-e'er he turn'd true Science rear'd her head,
While far before her puzzled Ign'rance fled :-
From each bleft truth thefe noble ends he draws,
Ufe to mankind, and to their God applause.
Taught by his rules fecure the merchant rides,
When threat'ning seas roll high their dreadful tides;
And either India fpeeds her precious stores,
'Midst various dangers fafe to Britain's fhores.

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