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REGAIN'D.

BOOK III.

So fpake the Son of God, and Satan flood

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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 collecting all his ferpent wiles, With foothing words renew'd, him thus accofts. I fee thou know'ft 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, wife, juft, the perfect fhape. Should kings and nations from thy mouth confult, Thy counsel would be as the oracle

Urim and Thummim, thofe oraculous gems

On Aaron's breaft; or tongue of feers old 15
Infallible: or wert thou fought to deeds
That might require th' array of war, thy fkill
Of conduct would be fuch, that all the world

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Could not sustain thy prowess, or subsist

In battel, though against thy few in arms.
Thefe God-like virtues wherefore doft thou hide,
Affecting private life, or more obscure

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In favage wilderness? wherefore deprive
All earth her wonder at thy acts, thyself
The fame and glory, glory the reward
That fole excites to high attempts, the flame
Of most erected spi'rits, moft temper'd pure
Ethereal, who all pleasures else despise,
All treasures and all gain esteem as dross,
And dignities and pow'rs all but the higheft? 30
Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe; the fon
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 35
The Pontic king, and in triumph had rode.
Yet years, and to ripe years judgment mature,
Quench not the thirft of glory, but augment.
Great Julius, whom now all the world admires,
The more he grew in years, the more inflam'd 40
With glory, wept that he had liv'd fo long
Inglorious but thou yet art not too late.

To whom our Saviour calmly thus reply'd.
Thou neither dost persuade me to seek wealth
For empire's fake, nor empire to affect
For glory's fake by all thy argument.

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For what is glory but the blaze of fame,
The peoples praise, if always praise unmix'd?
And what the people but a herd confus'd,
A miscellaneous rabble, who extol (praife?
Things vulgar, and well weigh'd, fcarce worth the
They praise, and they admire they know not what,
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And what delight to be by fuch extoll'd,
To live upon their tongues and be their talk, 55
Of whom to be difprais'd were no fmall praise?
His lot who dares be fingularly good.

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Th' intelligent among them and the wife
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 Heaven
To all his Angels, who with true applaufe
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 afk'd thee, Haft thou seen my fervant Job?
Famous he was in Heav'n, on Earth lefs known;
Where glory is falfe. glory, attributed

To things not glorious, men not worthy' of fame. 70
They err who count it glorious to fubdue
By conqueft far and wide, to over-run
Large countries, and in field great battels win,
Great cities by affault: what do these worthies,

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But rob and spoil, burn, flaughter, and inslave 75
Peaceable nations, neighb'ring, or remote,

Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin wherefoe'er they rove,
And all the flourishing works of peace destroy, 80
Then fwell with pride, and must be titled Gods,
Great Benefactors of mankind, Deliverers,
Worshipt with temple, priest and sacrifice;
One is the fon of Jove, of Mars the other;
Till conqu'ror Death discover them scarce men, 85
Rolling in brutish vices, and deform'd,

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Violent or fhameful death their due reward.
But if there be in glory ought 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 ftill
Him whom thy wrongs with faintly patience borne
Made famous in a land and times obfcure;
Who names not now with honor patient Job? 95
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 proudeft conquerors.
Yet if for fame and glory ought be done,
Ought fuffer'd; if young African for fame
His wafted country freed from Punic rage,

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