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And know not whom, but as one leads the other ;
And what delight to be by such extollid,
To live upon their
and be their talk ?
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise ;
His lot who dares be singularly good.
Ib’intelligence among them and the wise
Are few, and glory scarce of few is rais'd.
This is true glory and renown, when God 60
Looking on th’ earth, with approbation marks
The just man, and divulges him through Heav'n
To all his angels, who with true applause
Recount his praises: thus he did to Job,
When to extend his fame thro' heav'n and earth,
As thou to thy reproach may'st well remember,
He ask'd thee, Hast thou seen my servant Job?
Famous he was in heav'n, on earth less known;
Where glory is false, glory attributed
To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame,
They err who count it glorious to subdue 71
By conquest far and wide, to over-run
Large countries, and in field great battles win,
Great cities by assault; what do these worthies,
But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and inslave
Peaceable nations, neigh’bring, or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove,
And all the flourishing works of peace destroy, 80
Then swell with pride, and must be titled Gods,
Great benefactors of mankind, deliverers,
Worshipt with temple, priest, and sacrifice ?
One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other ;*
Till conqu’rer, Death, discover them scarce men,
Rolling in brutish vices, and deform'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 ; ! mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with saintly patience borne
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 suffered for so doing,
For truth's sake suffering death unjust, lives now
Equal in fame to proudest conquerors.
Yet if for fame and glory ought be done, 108
Ought suffer'd ; if young African for fame
His wasted country freed from Punic-rage,
The deed becomes unprais’d, the man at least,
And loses, though but verbal, his reward.
Shall I seek glory then, as vain men seek,
Oft not deservd? I seek 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 slight of glory; therein least Resembling thy great Father: he seeks glory, 110 And for his glory all things made, all things Orders and governs ; nor content.in Hear'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. 120
To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd :
And reason; since his word all things produc'd
Though chiefly not for glory as prime end,
But to show forth his goodness, and impart,
His good communicable to ev'ry soul
Freely; of whom what could he less expect
Than glory and benediction, that in thanks,
The slightest, easiest, readiest recompense
From them who could return him nothing else,
And not returning that would lightliest render; 130
Contempt instead, dishonor, obloquy?
Hard recompense, unsuitable 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 so many benefits receiv'd
Turn'd recreant to God, ingrate and false,
And so of all true good himself despoild.
Yet sacrilegious, to himself would take 140
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, 150 Worth or not worth the seeking, let it
pass; But to a kingdom thou art born, ordaind To sit upon thy father David's throne ; By mother's side thy father; though thy right Be now in powerful hands, that will not part Easily from possession won with arms: Judæa now and all the Promis'd Land, Reduc'd a province under Roman yoke, Obeys Tiberius ; nor is always ruld With temp’rate sway; oft have they violated 160 The temple, oft the law with foul affronts, Abomination rather, as did once Antiochus: and think'st thou to regain Thy right by sitting still or thus retiring ? So did not Maccabeus : he indeed Retir'd unto the desert, but with arms; And o'er a mighty king so oft prevail'd, That by strong hand his family obtain'd (usurp’d, Though priests, the crown, and David's throne With Modin and her suburbs once content, 170 If kingdom move thee not, let move thee zeal And duty; zeal and duty are not slow;
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 servitude ;
So shalt thou best fulfil, best verify
The prophets old, who sung thy endless reign;
The happier reign the sooner it begins : 179
Reign then ; whạnst 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 has said ;
If of my reign prophetic Writ hath told
That it shall never end, so when begin
The Father in his purpose hath decreed,
He in his whose hand all times and seasons roll.
What if he hath decreed that I shall first
Be try'd in humble state, and things adverse,
By tribulations, injuries, insults,
190 Contempts, and scorns, and snares, and violence, Suffering, abstaining, quietly expecting, Without distrust or doubt, that he
know What I can suffer, how obey ? who best Can suffer, best can do ; best reign, who first Well hath obey'd; just trial ere I merit My exaltation without change or end. But what concerns it thee when I begin My everlasting kingdom, why art thou Solicitous, what moves thy inquisition ? 200 Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall, And my promotion will be thy destruction ?