270 LYRIC P "Enough he cry'd: I'll drudge no more In turning the dull Stoics o'er: I.et pedants waste their hours of ease To sweat all night at Socrates; And feed their boys with notes and rules, Those tedious recipes of schools, To cure ambition: I can learn With greater ease the great concern Of mortals ; how we may despise All the gay things below the skies. Methinks a tnould'ring pyramid Says all that the old sages said; For me these shatter'd tombs contain More morals thanthe Vatican. The dust of heroes cast abroad,. And kick'd and trampled in the road, The relics. of a lofty mind; ) Thátlatelywars and crownsdesign'd, Tost for a Jest from windto wind; Bid mebe humble, and forbear Tall monuments of fame to rear, i} They are but castles in the air. The towering heights, and frightful falls, The ruin'd heaps and funerals, Of smoking kingdomsand their kings, Tell me a thousand mournful things In melancholy silence He That living could not bear to see An equal, now lies tarn and dead; Here his pale trnnk,and there hishead Great Pompey : while I meditate, With solemn horror thy sad fate, Thy carcase, scattered on the shore) Without a name, instructs me more )} Than my whole library before. Lies still, my Plutarch, then, and sleep, And you, good Seneca, may keep Your volumes clos'd for ever too, .I have no further use for you; For when Ifeel my virtue fail, Andmy ambitious thoughts prevail, I'll take a turn among the tombs, And see whereto all glory comes: There the vile foot of every clown Tramples the sons of honour . down. Beggars with awful ashes spot, And tread the Casars in the dirt." Freedom- 1697. 1 TEMPT see no more. My soul can ne'er comport With the gay slaveries of a court: I've an aversion to those charms, And hugdear libertyin both mine arms. Go, vassal -souls, go, cringe and wait, And dance attendance at Honorio's gate, Then run in troops before him to com- pose his state; - Move as he moves, and when he loiters stand You're but the shadows of a man : Bend when he speaks; and kiss the ground OEMS. Go, catch theimpertinence of sound: Adore the follies of the great; Wait till he smiles: But lo, the idol fhown'd' And drovethem totheir fate. 2 Thus base-born minds: but as for me, I can and will be free: Like a strong mountain, or some stately tree, My soul grows firm upright ; And as I stand, and as I go, lt keeps my body so No, I can never part with my crea- tion right. Let slaves and asses stoop and bow, I Cannot make this iron knee Bend to a meaner power than that which form'd it free.. 3 Thus my bold harp profusely play'd Pindarical then on a branchv shade I hung my harp aloft, myself beneath it laid Nature, that listen'd to my strain, Resum'd thetheme,aod acted it again. Sudden rose a whirling wind Swelling like Honorio proud, Around the straws and feathericrowd, Types of a slavish mind ; Upwards the stormy forces rise, Thedust flies up and climbs the skies, And as the tempest fell tli' obedient vapours sunk: Again it roars. with bellowing sound, Themeaner plants that grew around,' The willow, and the asp, trembled and kiss'd the ground Hard by there stood the iron. trunk Of an old oak, and all the storm de- fy'd; In vain the winds their forces try'd; In vaiirthey roar'd ; the iron oak Bow'd only to the heav'nly thunder's stroke. On Mr. Loche's Annotations upon se- veral Parts of the New Testament, left behind hito at his Death. t THUS reason learns by slow degrees,, What faith reveals; but still cony plains Of intellectual pains, And darkness from the too exuberant light. The blaze of those bright - mysteries Purred all at once on nature's eyes Offend and cloud her feeble sight.. 2 Reason could scarce sustain to see Th' Almighty One,Ith' eternal Three, Or bear the infant deity ; Scarce couldherpride descendto own - Her Maker stooping from his throne, And drest in glories so unknown.. A ransomed world, a bleeding God, And hcav'n appeas'd with flowing blood, Were themes too painful to be under - stood.
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