Which not the conflagration fhall destroy, 'Tis printed in the mind of gods for ever, In nature's ruins not one letter loft. In proud difdain of what ev'n gods adore, 1365 Doft fmile?-Poor wretch! thy guardian angel weeps. Angels, and men, affent to what I fing; Wits fimile, and thank me for my midnight dream. How vicious hearts fume phrenzy to the brain! 1370 Parts push us on to pride, and pride to shame; Το grace the brazen brow that braves the skies, Lorenzo! if thy doctrine wins the day, 1375 And drives my dreams, defeated, from the field; Take heed; ftand faft; be fure to be a knave, 1380 Guilt only makes annihilation gain. Bleft scheme! which life deprives of comfort, death If fo, where, infidels! your bait thrown out To catch weak converts? where your lofty boast 1385 Of zeal for virtue, and of love to man? Annihilation! I confefs, in these. What can reclaim you? Dare I hope profound Philofophers the converts of a song? Yours be the praise to make my title good; VOL. II. P *The Infidel Reclaimed. 1390 Mine, Mine, to blefs heaven, and triumph in your praise. 1395 Though fovereign is the medicine I prescribe, Receive an imprimatur from Above, While angels fhout-An Infidel Reclaim'd! 1405 Still feems it ftrange, that thou should't live for ever? Who gave beginning, can exclude an end. 1410 Is man and starts his faith at what is frange? 1415 That cause uncaus'd! all other wonders ceafe; Dery Him-all is myftery befides; Millions of myfteries! Each darker far, 1420 Than that thy wifdom would, unwifely, fhun. If weak thy faith, why chufe the harder fide? 1425 To faith, and virtue, why fo backward, man? From hence:The present strongly strikes us all; 1430 The future, faintly; can we, then, be men? If men, Lorenzo! the reverfe is right. Reafon is man's peculiar: Senfe, the brute's. The prefent is the scanty realm of sense; The future, reafon's empire unconfin'd: On that expending all her godlike power, She plans, provides, expatiates, triumphs, there; 1435 There, builds her bleffings! There, expects her praife; And nothing afks of fortune, or of men. And what is reafon? Be fhe, thus, defin'd; 1440 Reafon is upright ftature in the foul. Oh! be a man; and ftrive to be a god. "For what? (thou fay'ft) To damp the joys of life?" No; to give heart and substance to thy joys. 1445 That tyrant, hope; mark how the domineers; She bids ambition quit its taken prize, Spurn the luxuriant branch on which it fits, 14-50 Though bearing crowns, to fpring at diftant game; And plunge in toils and dangers-for repofe. 1455 Can fweeten toils, and dangers into joys; 1460 1465 Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys; 'Tis all our present state can safely bear, Health to the frame! and vigour to the mind! A joy attemper'd! a chaftis'd delight! Like the fair fummer evening, mild, and sweet! 1470 'Tis man's full cup; his paradise below! A bleft hereafter, then, or hop'd, or gain'd, Is All; our whole of happiness: full proof, I chofe no trivial or inglorious theme. And know, ye foes to fong! (well-meaning men, 1475 Let the grave liften ;-and be graver still. *The poetical parts of it. 1480 NIGHT THE EIGHTH. VIRTUE's APOLOGY; OR, THE MAN OF THE WORLD ANSWERED. IN WHICH ARE CONSIDERED, The Love of this Life; the Ambition and Pleasure, with the Wit and Wisdom of the World. A ND has all nature, then, efpous'd my part? Have I brib'd heaven and earth to plead against thee? There, ftows his treafure; thence, his title draws, In antient days; and CHRISTIAN-in an age, A P 3 10 15 Thy |