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And guards, as strict as in the heat of wars,
Might have preserv'd one innocent maidenhead.
The jealous father thought he well might spare

All further jealous care ;
And, as he walk'd, t' himself alone he smild,
To think how Venus' arts he had beguild ;

And, when he slept, his rest was deep :
But Venus laugh'd to see and hear him sleep:

She taught the amorous Jove

A magical receipt in love, Which arm’d him stronger, and which help'd him

more, Than all his thunder did, and his almighty-ship,


She taught him love's elixir, by which art
His godhead into gold he did convert:

No guards did then his passage stay,

He pass'd with ease; gold was the word ; Subtle as lightning, bright, and quick, and fierce,

Gold through doors and walls did pierce.

The prudent Macedonian king,
To blow up towns, a golden mine did spring.

He broke through gates with his petar ; 'T is the great art of peace, the engine 't is of

war ; And fleets and armies follow it afar: The ensign 't is at land, and 't is the seaman's


Let all the world slave to this tyrant be,
Creature to this disguised deity,

Yet it shall never conquer me.
A guard of virtues will not let it pass,
And wisdom is a tower of stronger brass.
The Muses' laurel, round my temples spread,
Does from this lightning's force secure my

Nor will I lift it up so high,
As in the violent meteor's way to lie.
Wealth for its power do we honour and adore ?
The things we hate, ill-fate, and death, have more.

From towns and courts, camps of the rich and great,
The vast Xerxean army, I retreat,
And to the small Laconick forces fly,

Which holds the straits of poverty.
Cellars and granaries in vain we fill,

With all the bounteous summer's store,

If the mind thirst and hunger still: The poor rich man 's emphatically poor.

Slaves to the things we too much prize, We masters grow of all that we despise.

A field of corn, a fountain, and a wood,
Is all the wealth by nature understood.
The monarch, on whom fertile Nile bestows

All which that grateful earth can bear,
Deceives himself, if he suppose
That more than this falls to his share.

Whatever an estate does beyond this afford,

Is not a rent paid to the lord ;
But is a tax illegal and unjust,
Exacted from it by the tyrant Lust.

Much will always wanting be,
To him who much desires. Thrice happy he
To whom the wise indulgency of Heaven,
With sparing hand, but just enough has given.




If twenty thousand naked Americans were not able to resist the assaults of but twenty wellarmed Spaniards, I see little possibility for one honest man to defend himself against twenty thousand knaves who are all furnished cap-à-pić, with the defensive arms of worldly prudence, and the offensive too of craft and malice. He will find no less odds than this against him, if he have much to do in human affairs. The only advice therefore which I can give him is, to be sure not to venture his person any longer in the open campaign, to retreat ánd entrench himself, to stop up all avenues, and draw

up . all bridges, against so numerous an enemy. • The truth of it is, that a man in much business must either make himself a knave, or else the world will make him a fool : and, if the injury went no farther than the being laughed at, a wise man would content himself with the revenge of retaliation : but the case is much worse; for these civil cannibals too, as well as the wild ones, not only dance about such a taken stranger, but at last devour him. A sober man cannot get too soon out of drunken company, though they be never so kind and merry among themselves; it is not unpleasant only, but dangerous, to him. Do ye

wonder that a virtuous man should love to be alone? It is hard for him to be otherwise ; he is so, when he is among ten thousand : neither is the solitude so uncomfortable to be alone without any other creature, as it is to be alone in the midst of wild beasts. Man is to man all kind of beasts ; a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture. The civilest, methinks, of all nations are those whom we account the most barbarous ; there is some moderation and good-nature in the Toupinambaltians, who eat no men but their enemies, whilst we learned and polite and christian Europeans, like so many pikes and sharks, prey upon every thing that we can swallow. It is the great boast of eloquence and philosophy, that they first congregated men dispersed, united them into societies, and built up the houses and the walls of cities. I wish they could unravel allo they had woven ; that we might have our woods and our innocence again, instead of our castles and our policies. They have assembled many thousands of scattered people into one body: it is true, they have done so ; they have brought them together into cities to cozen, and into armies to murder, one another : they found them hunters and fishers of wild creatures; they have made them hunters and fishers of their brethren : they boast to have reduced them to a state of peace, when the truth is, they have only taught them an art of war: they have framed, I must confess, wholesome laws for the restraint of vice, but they raised first that devil, which now they conjure and cannot bind : though there were before no punishments for wickedness, yet there was less committed, because there were no rewards for it.

But the men who praise philosophy from this topick, are much deceived : let oratory answer for itself, the tinkling perhaps of that may unite a swarm ; it never was the work of philosophy to assemble multitudes, but to regulate only, and govern them, when they were assembled ; to make the best of an evil, and bring them, as much as is possible, to unity again. Avarice and ambition only were the first builders of towns, and founders of empire; they said, “ Go to, let us build us a city

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