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Great Benefactors of mankind, Deliverers,
Worship’d with Temple, Priest and Sacrifice;
One is the Son of Jove, of Mars the other,
Till Conqu’ror Death discover them scarce men, tic
Rolling in brutish vices, and deforin'd,
Violent or shameful death their due reward.
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence;
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance; I mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly patience born,
Made famous in a Land and times obscure;
Who names not now with honour patient Job?
Poor Socrates (who next more memorable?)
By what he taught and suffer'd for so doing,
For truth's fake fuffering death unjust, lives now
Equal in fame to proudest Conquerors.
Yet if for fame and glory aught be done,
Aught fuffer'd; if young African for fame is.'
His wasted Country freed from Punic rage,
The deed becomes unprais'd, the man at leaft,
And loses, though but verbal, his reward. I had
Shall I seek glory then, as vain Men seek
Oft not desery'd? I seck not mine, but his
Who sent me, and thereby witness whence I am.
To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd.
Think not so flight of glory; therein least
Resembling thy great Father : he seeks glory,
And for his glory all things made, all things
Orders and Governs, not content in Heav'n
By all his Angels glorify'd, requires
Glory from men, from all men good or bad,
Wise or unwise, no difference, no exemption;
Above all Sacrifice, or hallow'd gift
Glory he requires, and glory he receives
Promiscuous from all Nations, Jew, or Greek,
Or Barbarous, 'nor exception hath declar'd;
From us his foes pronounc'd glory he exacts.
To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd. And reason; since his word all things produc'di Though chii fly not for glory as prime end, i... But to sew forth his goodness and impart His good communicable rev'ry soul; Freely; of whom what could he less expect Than glory and benediction, that is thanks,
The Nightest, easiest, readiest recompence
From them who could return him nothing else,
And not returning what would likeliest render
Contempt instead, dishonour obloquy?
Hard recompence, unfutable return
For so much good, so much beneficence.
But why should man seek glory? who of his own
Hath nothing, and to whom nothing belongs
But condemnation, ignominy, and shame?
Who for fo
Turn'd recreant to God, ingrate and false,
And so of all true good himself despoil'd,
Yet, facrilegious, to himself would take
That which to God alone of right belongs ;
Yet so much bounty is in God, such grace,
That who advance his glory, not their own,
Them he himself to glory will advance.
So spake the Son of God; and here again
Satan had not to answer, but stood struck
With guilt of his own sin, for he himself
Insatiable of glory had lost all,
Yet of another Plea bethought him soon.
Of glory, as thou wilt, said he, so deem, Worth or not worth their seeking, let it pass: But to a Kingdom thou art born, ordain'd To sit upon thy Father David's Throne; By Mother's side thy Father, though thy right Be now in pow'rful hands, that will not part Easily from possession won with arms; Judaa now and all the promis'd land, Reduc'd a Province under Roman yoke, Obeys Tiberius; nor is always rul'd With temp?rate sway; oft have they violated The Temple, oft the Law with foul affronts, Abominations rather, as did once Antiochus : and think’st thou to regain Thy right by sitting ítill or thus retiring? So did not Machabeus: he indeed Retir'd unto the Desart, but with arms; And o’er a mighty King so oft prevaild That by strong hand his Family obtain’d, Tho'Priests,theCrown,and David's Throne usurp’d, With Modin and her Suburbs once content. If Kingdom move thee not, let move thee Zeal And Duty; Zeal and Duty are not flow;
But on Occasion's forelock watchful wait.
They themselves rather are occasion best,
Zeal of thy Father's house, Duty to free
Thy Country from her Heathen fervitude;
So shalt thou best fulfil, best verifie
The Prophets old, who sung thy endless reign,
The happier reign the fooner it begins,
Reign then; what canst thou better do the while?
To whom our Saviour answer thus return'd.
All things are best fulfill'd in their due time,
And time there is for all things, Truth hath said:
If of my reign prophetic Writ hath cold,
That it shall never end, so when begin
The Father in his purpose hath decreed,
He in whose hand all times and seasons rolļ.
What if he hath decreed that I shall first
Be try'd in humble state, and things adverse,
By tribulations, injuries, insults,
Contempts, and fcorns, and snares, and violence,
Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting,
Without distrust or doubt, that he may know
What I can suffer, how obey? who best
Can fuffer, best can do; best reign, who first