66 "Methinks a mouldering pyramid Says all that the old sages said: "For me these shatter'd tombs contain "More morals than the Vatican. "The dust of heroes cast abroad, "And kick'd and trampled in the road, "That lately wars and crowns design'd, The towering heights and frightful falls, "The ruin'd heaps and funerals, “Of smoking kingdoms and their kings, "Tell me a thousand mournful things "In melancholy silence. He "That living could not bear to see "An equal, now lies torn and dead, "Here his pale trunk, and there his head. "Great Pompey, while I meditate, "With solemn horror, thy sad fate, "Thy carcass, scatter'd on the shore "Without a name, instructs me more "Than my whole library before. "Lie still, my Plutarch, then, and sleep, "And my good Seneca may keep "Your volumes clos'd for ever too: "I have no further use for you. "For when I feel my virtue fail, "And my ambitious thoughts prevail, 66 Beggars with awful ashes sport, "And tread the Cæsars in the dirt." FREEDOM. TEMPT me no more. My soul can ne'er comport With the gay slaveries of a court; And dance attendance at Honorio's gate, Then run in troops before him, to compose 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; Wait till he smiles:- but lo! the idol frown'd, 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, It keeps my body so. No, I can never part with my creation-right: Let slaves and asses stoop and bow, I cannot make this iron knee [it free. Bend to a meaner power than that which form'd Thus my bold harp profusely play'd, I hung my harp aloft, myself beneath it laid. Sudden rose a whirling wind, Swelling like Honorio proud; Around the straws and feathers crowd, Upwards the stormy forces rise, The dust flies up and climbs the skies, And as the tempest fell, the obedient vapours Again it roars with bellowing sound; The meaner plants that grew around, sunk. 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 defied: 1697. ON MR. LOCKE'S ANNOTATIONS UPON SEVERAL PARTS OF THE NEW TESTAMENT, LEFT BEHIND HIM AT HIS DEATH. THUS Reason learns by slow degrees And darkness from the too exuberant light. Reason could scarce sustain to see Scarce could her pride descend to own And heaven appeas'd with flowing blood, Faith, thou bright cherub, speak, and say, 'Twas hard to make so rich a soul submit, And lay her shining honours at thy sovereign feet. Sister of Faith, fair Charity, Show me the wondrous man on high; Tell how he sees the Godhead Three in One: The bright conviction fills his eye, His noblest powers in deep prostration lie "Forgive," he cries, "ye saints below, "Of that unhappy book, "Where glimmering reason with false lustre shines, "Where the mere mortal pen mistook "What the celestial meant ! TRUE RICHES. I AM not concern'd to know Yet to-morrow I shall be Heir to the best part of me. |