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Virtue confirm’d, and regularly brought
Ut quæ nesciret minor esse maximis, To full maturity, by serious thought,
Vitam ineuntem innocentia ; Her actions with a watchful eye surveys ;
Procedentem ampla virtutum cohors: Each passion guides, and every moment sways;
Exeuntem mors beatissima decoravit; Not the least failure in her conduct lies;
(Volente Numine) So gaily modest, and so freely wise.
Ut nuspiam decesset aut virtus aut felicitas, Her judgment sure, impartial, and refin'd,
Duobus conjuncta maritis With wit, that's clear and penetrating, join'd,
Utrique charissima : O'er all the efforts of her mind presides,
Primum And to the noblest end her labours guides :
(Quem ad annum habuit) She knows the best, and does the best pursue,
Impense dilexit: And treads the maze of life without a clue.
Secundum That, the weak only and the wavering lack,
(Quem ad annos viginti quatnor) When they 're mistaken, to conduct them back.
Tanta pietate et amore coluit; She does, amidst ten thousand ways, prefer
Ut qui, vivens, The right, as if not capable to err.
Obsequium, tanquam patri præstitit; Her fancy, strong, vivacious, and sublime,
Moriens, Soldom betrays her converse to a crime;
Patrimonium, tanquam filio, reliquit. And though it moves with a luxuriant heat,
Noverca cum esset, 'Tis ne'er precipitous, but always great :
Maternam pietatem facile superavit. For each expression, every teeming thought, Famulitii adeo mitem prudentemque curam gessit, Is to the scanning of her judgment brought;
Ut non tam domina familiæ præesse, Which wisely separates the finest gold,
Quam anima corpori inesse videretur. And casts the innage in a beauteous mould.
Denique, No tritling words debase her eloquence,
Cum pudico, humili, forti, sancto animo, Bit all's pathetic, all is sterling sense;
Virginibus, conjugibus, viduis, omnibus, Rofin'd from drossy chat, and idle noise,
Exemplum consecrasset integerrimum, With which the female conversation cloys.
Terris anima major, ad similes evolavit superos. So well she knows, what's understood by few, To time her thoughts, and to express them too; That what she speaks does to the soul transmit The fair idea of delightful wit.
TIIE FOREGOING INSCRIPTION ATTEMPTED IN Illustrious born, and as illustrious bred,
DIANA, COUNTESS OF OXFORD AND ELGIN ;
Wuo from a race of noble heroes came,
And added lustre to its ancient fame: Till they arriv'd to that celestial height,
Round her the virtues of the Cecils shone, Scarce angels greater be, or saints so bright.
But with inferior brightness to her own: But, if Cosmelia could yet lovelier be,
Which she refin'd to that sublime degree, Of nobler birth, or more a deity,
The greatest mortal could not greater be. Achates merits her, though none but he;
Each stage of life peculiar splendour had; Whose generous soul abhors a base disguise; Her tender years with innocence were clad: Resolv'd in action, and in counsel wise;
Maturer grown, whate'er was brave and good Too well confirm'd and fortify'd within,
In the retinue of her virtues stood; For threats to force, or flattery to win.
And at the final period of her breath,
She crown'd her life with a propitious death;
To make her virtues fain'd, or joys sincere.
Two noble lords her genial bed possest; Achates life to fair Cosmelia gives :
A wife to both, the dearest and the best. In fair Cosmelia great Achates lives.
Oxford submitted in one year to Pate; Each is to other the divinest bliss;
for whom her passion was exceeding great. He is her Heaven, and she is more than his. To Elgin full six lustra were assign'd: O may the kindest influence above
And him she lov'd with so intense a mind,
Dying, as to a son, left all she had.
With such a tender care, so wise a hand,
She seem'd no otherwise a mistress there,
Than godlike souls in human bodies are.
How to be great and humble, chaste and good,
Flew to its peers, the princes of the sky.
A PINDARIC ESSAY.
But on the will of God depend :
Who, when the lower worlds were made,
By the almighty Architect,
L'nited adoration paid,
And with ecstatic gratitude his laws obey'd.
To tell us how this mighty frame
Into such beauteous order came;
She labour'd hard ; but still the more she wrought, To what stupendous energy
The more was wilder'd in the maze of thought. Shall we ascribe the origin of man?
Sometimes she fancy'd things to be
Coeval with the Deity,
And in the form which now they are
From everlasting ages were.
Sometimes the casual event, Two firsts, in reason, we can ne'er suppose.
Of atoms floating in a space immense, If that, in false opinion, we allow,
Void of all wisdom, rule, and sense ;
But, by a lucky accident,
Jumbled into this scheme of wondrous excellence. For, by what instrument, or how,
'Twas an establish'd article of old, Shall non-existence to existence pass?
Chief of the philosophic creed, Thus, something must from everlasting be;
And does in natural productions hold ; Or matter, or a Deity.
That from mere nothing, nothing could proceeds If matter only uncreate we grant,
Material substance nerer cou'd have
rose, We shall volition, wit, and reason, want;
If some existence had not been before, An agent infinite, and action free;
In wisdom infinite, immense in power. Whence does volition, whence does reason, flow?
Whate'er is made, a maker must suppose, How came we to reflect, design, and know?
As an effect a cause that could produce it shows. This from a nobler nature springs,
Nature and Art, indeed, have bounds assign'd; Distinct in essence from material things:
And only forms to things, not being, give; For, thoughtless matter cannot thought bestow,
That from Omnipotence they must receive: But, if we own a God supreme,
But the eternal self-existent mind And all perfection's possible in bim;
Can, with a single fiat, cause to be In him does boundless excellence reside,
All that the wondrous eye surveys,
And all it cannot see.
Nature may shape a beauteous tree,
And Art a noble palace raise, Can what he will destroy, and what he pleases save.
But must not to creative power aspire;
But their God alone can claim,
As pre-existing substance doth require :
So, where they nothing find, can nothing framo. The undesigning hand of giddy Chance Could never fill the globes of light,
WISDOM. So beautiful, and so amazing bright,
Matter produc'd, had still a chaos been : The lofty concave of the vast expanse :
For jarring elements engag'd, These could proceed from no less power than infinite. Eternal battles would have wag'd,
There's not one atom of this wondrous frame, And 6!l'd with endless horrour the tumultuous scene; Nor essence intellectual, but took
If Wisdom infinite, for less Existence when the great Creator spoke,
Could not the vast prodigious embryo wield, And from the common womb of empty nothing came. Or strength complete to labouring Nature yield,
“ Let substance be,” he cry'd; and straight arose Had not, with actual address, Angelic, and corporeal too;
Compos'd the bellowing hurry, and establish'd peace, All that material nature shows,
Whate'er this visible creation shows
That 's lovely, uniform, and bright,
To her its eminence and beauty owes.
By her all creatures have their ends assign'd, Th' inferior orbs, as their capacious bound; Proportiond to their nature, and their kind; There millions of new miracles appear:
To which they steadily advance,
Or guided by the secret hand
Of real Instinct, or imaginary Chance. To whom their Maker did dispense
Nothing but men reject her sacred rules; The largest portions of created excellence,
Who from the end of their creation lly, Eternal now, not of necessity,
And deviate into misery: As if they could not cease to be,
As if the liberty to act like fools Or were from possible destruction free;
Were the chief cause that Heaven made them free.
When he had nothing but his nurse's arms
To guard him from innumerable fatal harms: Bold is the wretch, and blasphemous the man,
From childhood how to youth he ran Who, finite, will attempt to scan
Securely, and from thence to man; The works of him that 's infinitely wise,
How, in the strength and vigour of his year, And those he cannot comprehend, denies ;
The feeble bark of life he saves, As if a space immense were measurable by a span. Amidst the fury of tempestuous waves, Thus the proud sceptic will not own
From all the dangers he foresees, or fears; That Providence the world directs,
Yet every hour 'twixt Scylla and Charybdis steers, Or its affairs inspects;
Jf Providence, which can the seas command, But leaves it to itself alone.
Held not the rudder with a steady hand.
Tis happy for the sons of men, that he, Of a poor mortal, or a senseless brute?
Who all existence out of nothing made, Villains could never so successful prove,
Supports his creatures by immediate aid : And unmolested in those pleasures live,
But then this all-intending Deity Which honour, ease, and allluence give;
Must Omnipresent be: While such as Heaven adore, and virtue love,
For how shall we by demonstration show And most the re of Providence deserve,
The Godhead is this moment here, Oppress'd with pain and ignominy starve.
If he 's not present every where, What reason can the wisest show,
And always so? Why murder does unpunish'd go,
What is not perceptible by sense, may be If the Most High, that 's just and good,
Ten thousand miles remote from me; Intends and governs all below,
Unless his nature is from limitation free, And yet regards not the loud cries of guiltless blood ? In vain we for protection pray; But shall we things unsearchable deny,
For benefits receiv'd high altars raise, Because our reason cannot tell us why
And offer up our hymns and praise; They are allow'd, or acted by the Deity?
In vain his anger dread, or laws obey. 'Tis equally above the reach of thought,
An absent god from ruin can defend To comprehend how matter should be brought
No more than can an absent friend;
No more is capable to know
How gratefully we make returns,
When the loud music sounds, or victim burns, Nor is it easier to define,
Than a poor Indian slave of Mexico. What ligatures the soul and body join;
If so, 'tis equally in vain
The Godhead we adore?
Earthquakes the trembling ground would tear, If equal only, they each other bind,
So neither 's God, if we define him right, Wide inundations, with resistless force,
For neither 's infinite.
But if the other have superior might,
Omnipotent, and free
And sinking Virtue stoop to prosperous Ill; If God is limited in space; his view,
His knowledge, power, and wisdom, is so toa: And all that part of nature which has breath Unless we'll own, that these perfections are Deliver to the tyranny of Death,
At all times present every where, And hurry to the dungeons of the grave,
Yet he himself not actually there. If watchful Providence were not concern'd to save. Which to suppose, that strange conclusion brings, Let the brave speak, who oft has been
His essence and his attributes are different things, In dreadful sieges, and fierce battles seen,
As the supreme, omniscient mind,
Is by no boundaries confin'd; Fall at his feet, and in a moment die,
So Reason must acknowledge him to be
From possible mutation free:
Change, whether the effect of force or will,
Must argue imperfection still.
Who can compel, without his own consent, His tender infancy protection found,
A God to change that is omnipotent?
Is for the better or the worse.
ne that is infinitely wise,
Yet own the pleasures of the just remain To alter for the worse will never choose,
So long as there 's a God exists to reign. That a depravity of nature shews :
Though none can give a solid reason, why
The word eternity,
Should carry sense of a different kind;
But if there be one attribute divine
With greater lustre than the rest can shine, Did in the foremost rank of vices stand,
"T is goodness, which we every moment see Prohibited by an express command :
The Godhead exercise with such delight, But whether such they still remain to be,
It seems, it only seems, to be No argument will positively prove,
The best-belov'd perfection of the Deity, Without immediate notice from above;
And more than infinite. If the Almighty Legislator can
Without that, he could never prove Be chang'd, like bis inconstant subject, man, The proper objects of our praise or love; Uncertain thus what to perform or shun,
Were he not good, he'd be no more concern'd We all intolerable hazards run,
To hear the wretched in affliction cry, When an eternal stake is to be lost or won.
Or see the guiltless for the guilty die,
Than Nero, when the flaming city burn'd,
And weeping Romans o'er its ruins mourn'd,
Eternal justice then would be Rejoice, ye sons of Piety, and sing
But everlasting cruelty; Loud Hallelujahs to his glorious name,
Power unrestrain'd, almighty violence; Wbo was, and will for ever be the same:
And wisdom unconfind, but craft immense. Your grateful incense to his temples bring, 'T is goodness constitutes him that he is; That from the smoking altars may arise
And those Clouds of perfumes to the imperial skies.
Who will deny him this, His promises stand firm to you,
A god without a deity suppose. And endless joys will be bestow'd,
When the lewd atheist blasphemously swears, As sure as that there is a God,
By his tremendous name,
Insipid tattle, praise, and prayers,
Virtne, pretence; and all the sacred rules (As infinitely good) be infinitely just.
Religion teaches, tricks to cully fools : But does it with a gracious Godhead suit,
Justice would strike th' audacious villain Whose mercy is his darling attribute,
dead, To punish crimes that temporary be,
But Mercy, boundless, saves his guilty head; And those but trivial offences too,
Gives him protection, and allows him bread. Mere slips of human nature, small and few,
Does not the sinner whom no danger awes, With everlasting misery?
Without restraint, his infamy pursue, This shocks the mind with deep reflections fraught, Rejoice, and glory in it too;
And Reason bends beneath the ponderous thought; Laugh at the power divine, and ridicule his laws; Crimes take their estimate from guilt, and grow
Labour in vice his rivals to excel, More heinous still, the more they do incense That, when he's dead, they may their pupils tell That God to whom all creatures owe
How wittily the fool was damn'd, how hard he Profoundest reverence:
fell? Though as to that degree they raise
Yet this vile wretch in safety lives, The anger of the merciful Most High,
Blessings in common with the best receives; We have no standard to discern it by,
Though he is proud t'affrout the God those blessBut the infliction be on the offender lays.
ings gives. So that if endless punishment on all
The cheerful Sun his influence sheds on all ;
Has no respect to good or il):
Which fields with corn, with grass the pastures, fill. Allow'd by all that own a Deity:
The bounteous hand of Heaven bestows If so, froin equity he cannot swerve,
Success and honour many times on those, Nor punish sinners more than they deserve. Who scorn his favourites, and caress his foes. His will reveal'd, is both express and clear: “ Ye cursed of my father, go
To this good God, whom my adventurous pen To everlasting woe.”
Has dar'd to celebrate If everlasting means eternal here,
In lofty Pindar's strain; Duration absolutely withont end;
Though with unequal strength to bear the weight Against which sense some zealously contend, Of such a ponderous theine so infinitely great: That when applied to pains, it only means, To this good God, celestial spirits pay, They shall ten thousand ages last :
With ecstasy divine, incessant praise : Ten thousand, more, perhaps, when they are past; While on the glories of his face they gaze, But not eternal in a literal sense :
In the bright regions of eternal day.
PARAPHRASED OUT OF JOSEPHUS.
To him each rational existence here,
So full of glory, and so sacred then, Whose breast one spark of gratitude contains, But now corrupted with the heaps of slain, (fane In whom there are the least remains
Which scatter'd round with blood, defile the mighty Of picty or fear, His tribute brings of joyful sacrifice,
Alas, Jerusalem! each spacious street For pardon prays, and for protection flies:
Was once so fill’d, the numerous throng Nay, the inanimate creation give,
Was forc'd to jostle as they pass'd along, By prompt obedience to his word,
And thousands did with thousands meet; Instinctive honour to their lord;
The darling then of God, and man's belov'd retreat.
She scorn'd the beauties of fallacious gold,
But did the sacred balance hold
With godlike faith to all our happy tribes. Thou by a happy exit may'st remove
Thy well-bnilt streets, and every noble square, To those ineffable above;
Were once with polish'd marble laid,
And all thy lofty bulwarks made
Thy ponderous gates, surprising to behold,
Were cover'd o'er with solid gold;
Whose splendour did so glorious appear,
It ravish'd and amaz'd the eye;
And strangers passing to themselves would cry,
“What mighty heaps of wealth are here !
How thick the bars of massy silver lie! Alas, Jerusalem! alas! where 's now
O happy people and still happy be,
Ah, hapless, miserable town!
But now, oh wretched, wretched place!
Thy streets and palaces are spread The joy and the delight of all the Earth;
With heaps of carcasses, and mountains of the dead, Who gav'st to godlike princes birth,
The bleeding relics of the Jewish race !
Each corner of the town, no vacant space,
Some by the sword, and some by famine, kill’d,
Death's arrows all at random flew Oh misery! where 's all her mighty state,
Amongst the crowd, and no distinction made, Her splendid train of numerous kings,
But both the coward and the valiant slew. Her noble edifices, noble things,
All in one dismal ruin join'd, Which made her seem so eminently great,
(For swords and pestilence are blind) That barbarous princes in her gates appear'd, The fair, the good, the brave, no mercy find : And wealthy presents, as their tribute, brought, Those that from far, with joyful haste, To court her friendship? For her strength they fear'd, Came to attend thy festival, And all her wide protection sought.
Of the same bitter poison taste, But now, ah! now they laugh and cry,
And by the black, destructive poison fall; See how her lofty buildings lie!
For the avenging sentence pass'd on all. See how her faming turrets gild the sky!
Oh! see how the delight of human eyes
In horrid desolation lies ! Where's all the young, the valiant, and the gay, See bow the burning ruins flame! That on her festivals were us'd to play
Nothing pow left, but a sad, empty name! Harmonious tunes, and beautify the day?
And the triumphant victor cries,
“ This was the fam'd Jerusalem!"
Be griev'd to see thy palaces in dust,
And could the marble rocks but know Ah! where's the house of the Eternal King: The miseries of thy fatal overthrow, The beauteous temple of the Lord of Hosts, They 'd strive to find some secret way unknown To whose large treasuries our fleet did bring Maugre the senseless nature of the stone, The gold and jewels of remotest coasts?
Their pity and concern to show: There had the infinite Creator plac'd
For now, where lofty buildings stood, His terrible, amazing name,
Thy sons' corrupted carcasses are laid ;
And all by this destruction made
See! how those ancient men, who rul'd thy state In that diviné apartment might appear:
And made thee happy, made thee great;