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If all, united, thy ambition call,

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From ancient story, learn to fcorn them all.

There, in the rich, the honour'd, fam'd, and great, See the false scale of Happiness complete!

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In hearts of Kings, or arms of Queens who lay, How happy those to ruin, these betray. Mark by what wretched steps their glory grows, From dirt and fea-weed as proud Venice rose? In each how guilt and greatness equal ran, And all that rais'd the Hero, funk the Man: Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold, 295 But ftain'd with blood, or ill exchang'd for gold: Then fee them broke with toils, or funk in cafe, Or infamous for plunder'd provinces.

Oh wealth ill-fated! which no act of fame

E'er taught to fhine, or fanctify'd from fhame! 300
What greater bliss attends their close of life?
Some greedy minion, or imperious wife,

The trophy'd arches, story'd halls invade,
And haunt their flumbers in the pompous shade.
- Alas! not dazzled with their noon-tide ray,
Compute the morn and ev'ning to the day;

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"THIS (faid the perfon who fhewed me the place, pointing to "a plain stone) was the monument of the Great TEAGUE, "king of Ireland. I had never heard of him, and could not "but reflect of how little value is Greatness, that has barely left "a name fcandalous to a nation, and a grave which the meanest "of mankind would never envy."

VOL. III.

The whole amount of that enormous fame,

A Tale, that blends their glory with their shame! Know then this truth (enough for Man to know) "Virtue alone is Happiness below."

The only point where human blifs ftands ftill,
And taftes the good without the fall to ill;
Where only Merit conftant pay receives,
Is bleft in what it takes, and what it gives ;
The joy unequal'd, if its end it gain,

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And if it lofe, attended with no pain:

Without fatiety, tho' e'er fo bless'd,

And but more relish'd as the more diftrefs'd:

The broadest mirth unfeeling Folly wears,

Lefs pleafing far than Virtue's very tears:

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Good, from each object, from each place acquir'd, For ever exercis'd, yet never tir'd;

VARIATIONS.

After316. in the MS.

Ev'n while it seems unequal to difpofe,

And checquers all the good Man's joys with woes,
'Tis but to teach him to fupport each state,
With patience this, with moderation that;
And raise his bafe on that one folid joy,

Which confcience gives, and nothing can destroy.

These lines are extremely finished. In which there is fuch a foothing fweetnefs in the melancholy harmony of the verfification, as if the poet was then in that tender office in which he was most officious, and in which all his Soul came out, the condoling with fome good man in affliction.

Never elated, while one man's opprefs'd;
Never dejected, while another's blefs'd;

And where no wants, no wishes can remain,
Since but to wish more Virtue, is to gain.

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See the fole blifs Heav'n could on all beftow! Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know: Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must mifs; the good, untaught, will find; Slave to no fect, who takes no private road, But looks thro' Nature, up to Nature's God; Pursues that Chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no Being any bliss can know, But touches fome above, and fome below; Learns, from this union of the rifing Whole, The firft, laft purpose of the human foul; And knows where Faith, Law, Morals, all began, All end, in LOVE OF GOD, and LOVE OF MAN, 340 For him alone, Hope leads from goal to goal, And opens ftill, and opens on his foul;

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VER. 341. For him alone, Hope leads from goal to goal, etc.] PLATO, in his first book of a Republic, hath a remarkable paffage to this purpose." He whofe confcience does not re"proach him, has chearful Hope, for his companion, and the "fupport and comfort of his old age, according to Pindar. For "this great poet, O Socrates, very elegantly fays, That he who "leads a juft and holy life has always amiable Hope for his "companion, which fills his heart with joy, and is the support " and comfort of his old age. Hope, the most powerful of the "Divinities, in governing the ever-changing and inconftant

'Till lengthen'd on to FAITH, and unconfin'd,

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pours the bliss that fills up all the mind. He fees, why Nature plants in Man alone

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Hope of known blifs, and Faith in bliss unknown; (Nature, whofe dictates to no other kind

Are giv'n in vain, but what they seek they find)
Wife is her prefent; fhe connects in this
His greatest Virtue with his greatest Bliss;
At once his own bright prospect to be bleft,
And strongest motive to affist the rest.

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Self-love thus push'd to focial, to divine, Gives thee to make thy neighbour's bleffing thine. Is this too little for the boundless heart? Extend it, let thy enemies have part:

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Grafp the whole worlds of Reason, Life, and Sense, In one close system of Benevolence:

Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree,

And height of Blifs but height of Charity.

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"temper of mortal men." Tè pender saulâ adıxov Euveidéti ἡδεῖα ἐλπὶς ἀεὶ πάρεσι, καὶ ἀγαθὴ γηροιςόφος, ὡς κ Πίνδαρος λέγει. Χαριέντως γάρ τιι, ὦ Σώκραίες, τέτ ̓ ἐκεῖνος εἶπεν, ὅτι ὃς ἂν δικαίως κι ὁσίως τὸν βίον διαγάγη, γλυκειά οἱ καρδίαν ἀτάλλεσα γηξξόφος συναιρεῖ ἐλπὶς, ἃ μάλιςα θναλῶν πολύτροφον γνώμαν κυβέρνα. In the fame manner Euripides speaks in his Hercules furens,

Οὗτος δ ̓ ἀνὴς ἄριστος, ὅσις ἐλπίσιν

Πέποιθεν αἰεί. τὸ δ ̓ ἀπορεῖν, ἀνδρὸς κακῖ.

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"He is the good man in whose breaft Hope Springs eternally: "But to be without Hope in the world is the portion of the "wicked."

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God loves from Whole to Parts: But human foul Muft rife from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but ferves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble ftirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle strait fucceeds, Another ftill, and ftill another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, firft it will embrace; His country next, and next all human race; Wide and more wide, th' o'erflowings of the mind Take ev'ry creature in, of ev'ry kind; 370 Earth fmiles around, with boundless bounty bleft, And Heav'n beholds its image in his breast. Come then, my Friend! my Genius! come along; Oh master of the poet, and the fong!

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VER. 373. Come then, my Friend! ctc.] This noble Apoftrophe, by which the Poet concludes the Effay in an address to his friend, will furnish a Critic with examples of every one of those five Species of Elocution, from which, as from its Sources, Longinus deduceth the SUBLIME,

VARIATIONS.

VER. 373. Come then, my Friend! etc.] In the MS. thus,
And now transported o'er fo vaft a Plain,

While the wing'd courfer flies with all her rein,
While heav'n-ward now her mounting wing the feels,
Now scatter'd fools fly trembling from her heels,
Wilt thou, my St. John! keep her course in fight,
Confine her fury and affift her flight?

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