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A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, confuted and convinc'd of his weak arguing, and fallacious drift ;. At length colle&ting all his Serpent wiles, s With soothing words renew'd, him thus accosts.
I see thou know'st what is of use to know, What best to say canst say, to do canst do ; 'Thy actions to thy words accord, thy words To thy large heart give utterance due, thy heart 10 Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect hape. Should Kings and Nations from thy mouth consult, Thy Counsel would be as the Oracle Vrim and Trummim, those oraculous gems On Aaron's breast; or tongue of Seers old IS Infallible; or wert thou sought to deeds That might require th' array of war, thy skill Of conduct would be such, that all the world
Could not sustain thy Prowess, or sublist
In bactel, though against thy few in arms,
These God-like Virtues wherefore doft thou hide :
Affe&ting private life, or more obfcure
In favage Wilderness, wherefore deprive
All Earth her wonder at thy A&s, thy self
The fame and glory, glory the reward
That fole excites to high attempts, the flame
of moft erected Spirits, moft temper'd pure.
Ætherial, who all pleasures elle despise,
All treasures and all gain esteem as dross,
And dignities and pow'rs all but the highest:
Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe, the Son
of Macedonian Philip had ere these.
Won Afia and the Throne of Cyrus held
At his dispose, young Scipio had brought down
The Carthaginian pride, young Pompey quell'd
The Pontic King, and in triumph had rode.
Yet years, and to ripe years judgment mature,
Quench not the thirst of glory, but augment.
Great Julius, whom now all the world admires,
The more he grew in years, the more enfiam'd 40
With glory, wept that he had liv’d so long
Inglorious : But thou yet art not too late,
To whom our Saviour calmly thus reply'd.
Thou neither dost perswade me to seek wealth
For Empire's sake, nor Empire to affect
For glory's sake, by all thy argument.
For what is glory but the blaze. of Fame,
The peoples praise, if always praise unmixta
And what the people but a herd confus?d,
A miscellaneous rabble, who extol
Thingsvulgar,andwell weigh'd carce worth the praise,
They praise and they admire they kuow not what;
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And whar delight to be by such extollid,
To live upon their tongues and be their talk, SS
Of whom to be despis’d were no small praise?
His lot who dares be singularly good.
Th’intelligent among them and the wise
Are few, and glory scarce of few is rais'd.
This is true glory and renown, when God
Looking on th’Earth, with approbation marks
The just man, and divulges him through Heav’a
To all his Angels, who with true applause
Recount his praises ; thus he did to Job,
When to extend his fame, through Heav'n and Earth,
As thou to thy reproach may'st well remember, 66
He ask'd thee, haft 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. 70
They err who count it glorious to subdue
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 enslave 75
Peaceable Nations, neighbouring, or remote,
Made Captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their Conquerors, who leave behind