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ed Man. And, xxi. closes all with observing, that few Men stop at their first Sin, but go on till their Crimes provoke Providence: And therefore, xxii. Corvinus need not fear but this perjur'd Friend of his would do fo too, and then be should see some remarkable Judgment fall upon him.

I.
H E that commits a Sin, shall ' quickly find

The pressing Guilt lie heavy on his Mind;
Tho' Bribes or Favour shall alsert bis Cause,
Pronounce him Guiltlefs, and elude the Laws:
None quits himself; his own impartial Thought
Will damn, and Conscience will record the Fault.

II.
This first the Wicked feels: Then publick Hate
Parsues the Cheat, and proves the Villain's Fate,

III.
But more, Corvinus; thy Estate can bear
A greater Loss, and not implore thy Care;
Thy Stock's sufficient, and thy Wealth too great
To feel the Damage of a Petty Cheat.

IV.
Nor are such Lofles to the World unknown,
A rare Example, and thy Chance alone;
Most feel them, and in Fortune's Lottery lies
A heap of Blanks, like this, for one small Prize,

V.
Abate thy Passion, nor too much complain ;
Grief shou'd be forc'd, and it becomesa Man
To let it rise no higher than bis Pain:
But you, too weak the Nightest Loss to bear,
Too delicate the common Fate to share,
Are on the Fret of Passion, Boil and Rage,
Because, in so debauch’d and vile an Age,
i Some read, Extemplo quodcumque malum, &c.

Thy Friend and Old Acquaintance dares disown
The Gold you lent him, and for/wear the Loan.

What, start at this! When sixty Years have spread
Their gray Experience o'er thy noary Head!
Is this the All observing Age cou'd gain,
Or haft thou known the World so long in vain ?

Let Stoicks Ethicks haughty Rules advance,
To combat Fortune, and to conquer Chance;
Yet Happy those, tho' not fo Learn'd, are thought,
Whom Life instructs, who by Experience taught,
For nem to come, from paft Misfortunes look;
Nor shake the Yoak, which galls the more 'tis shook,

VI.
What Day's so Sacred, but its Reft's profan'd
By violent Robbers, or by Murders stain'd?
Here hir’d Affalsins for their Gain invade,
And treacherous Poys’ners urge their Fatal Trade.

Good Men are scarce, the Just are thinly fown,
They thrive but ill, nor can they last when grown;
And thou'd we count them, and our Store compile,
Yet 2 Thebes more Gates wou'd shew, more Mouths the Nile.

Worse than the Iron Age, and wretched Times
Roul on; and Use hath so improv'd our Crimes,
That baffled Nature knows not how to frame
A Metal base enough to give the Age a Name:
Yet you exclaim, as loud as those that Praise,
For Scraps and Coach-hire, a Young Noble's Plays;
You thunder, and, as Passion rouls along,
Call Heav'n and Earth to witness to your Wrong.

Gray-headed lofant ! and in vain growa Old!-
Art thou to learn that in Another's Gold
Lie Charms refiftless ? That all laugh to find
Unthinking Plainness fo o'er-spread thy Mind,

2 Thebes had but seven Gates, and the River Nile bue fever Mouths.

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191 That thou could't seriously perswade the Crowd To keep their Oaths, and to believe a God's

VII.
This They cou'd do whilft Saturn fill'd the Throne,
Ere funo burnish'd, or Young fove was grown;
Ere private He left Ida's close Retreat,
Or made Rebellion by Example great:
And whilft his Hoary Sire to Latium fled,
Usurp'd his Empire, and defild his Bed.
Whilft Gods din'd fingly, and few Feafts above,
No beauteous Hebe mixt the wine with Love;
No Phrygian Boy: Buc Vulcan stain’d the Pole
With footy Hands, and fill'd the sparing Bowl.
Ere Gods grew num'rous, and the Heav'nly Crowd
Preł wretched Atlas with a lighter Load:
Ere Chance unenvy'd Neptune's Lot confin'd
To rule che Ocean, and oppose the Wind:
Ere Proserpine with Pluto shar'd the Throne,
Ere Furies lasht, or Ghosts had learn'd to groan;
But free from Punishment as free from Sin,
The Shades liv'd jolly, and without a King.
Then Vice was rare; e'en Rudeness kept in awe
Felt all the rigour of avenging Law;
And had not Men the Hoary Heads rever'd,
Or Boys paid Reverence when a Man appear'd,
Both must have dy'd, tho' 3 Richer Skins they wore,
And saw more heaps of Acorns in their store:
Four years Advance did such Respect engage,
And Youth was Reverenc'd then like sacred Age.

VIII.
Now if one Honest Man I chance to view,
Contemning Int'rest, and to Virtue true; ·

3 That is, were of better primitive Cloaths and Food, Quality, and had more Wealth: according to the Poets. Skigs and Acorns being the

I rank him with the Prodigies of Fame,
With Plough’d-up Fishes, and with Icy Flame;
"With Things which start from Nature's common Rules
With Bearded Infants, and with Teeming Mules:
As much amaz'd at the prodigious Sign,
As if I saw 4 Bees cluster'd on a Shrine;
A Show'r of Stones, or Rivers chang'd to Blood
Rowl wond'rous Waves, or urge a Milky Flood,

IX.
A little Sum you Mourn, while Most have met
With twice the Loss, and by as Vile a Cheat:
By treacherous Friends, and secret Truft betray'd,
Some are undone; nor are the Gods our Aid.
Those Conscious Powers we can with Ease contemo,
If hid from Men, we trust our Crimes with them.

Observe the Wretch who hath his Faith forsook,
How clear his Voice, and how assurd his Look!
Like Innocence, and as serenely bold
As Truth, how loudly He forswears thy Gold!
By Neptune's Trident, by the Bolts of Fove,
And all the Magazine of Wrath above.
Nay, more, in Curses he goes boldly on,
He dama's himself, and thus devotes his Son:
If I'm forsworn, you injur'd Gods renew
Thyestes' s Feast, and prove the Fable true.

X.
Some think that Chance rules all, that Nature teers
The moving Seasons, and turns round the Years.
These run to ev'ry Shrine, these boldly swear,
And keep no Faith, because they know no Fear.

XI.
Anotber doubts, but as his Doubts decline,
He dreads just Vengeance, and he starts at Sin;

4 If a swarm of Bees pitch'd | great Mischief. upon a Temple, it was look'd s Thyestes was treated with a upon as an Omen of some very Hash made of his own Son.

He

He owns a God: And yet the Wretch forfwears;
And thus he Reasons, to relieve his Fears:
Let Isis rage, fo I securely hold
The Coin forsworn, and keep the ravilh'd Gold;
Let Blindness, Lameness come; are Legs and Eyes
Of equal Value to so great a Prize?
Wou'd starving ? Ladas, bad he leave to chusc,
And were not frantick, the Rich Gout refuse?
For can the Glory of the swiftest

pace
Procure him Food? Or can he feast on Praise?

XII.
The Gods take Aim before they strike their Blow,
Tho' sure their Vengeance, yet the Stroke is fono;
And shou'd at ev'ry Sin their Thunder fly,
I'm yet fecure, nor is my Danger nigh:
But they are Gracious, but their Hands are free,
And who can tell but they may reach to Me?
Some they forgive, and ev'ry Age relates
That equal Crimes bave met unequal Fates;
That Sins alike, unlike Rewards have found,
And whilft This Villain's Crucify'd, The other's Crown'd.

The Man that shiver'd on the brink of Sin,
Thus steeld and hardned, ventures boldly in;
Dare him to Swear, he with a chearful face
Flies to the Shrine, and bids Thee mend thy Pace;
He urges, goes

before Thee, shews the way,
Nay, pulls Thee on, and chides Thy dull delay;
For Confidence in Sin, when mixt with Zeal,
Seems Innocence, and looks to most as wel.

XIII.

1 Thus like the waggish Slave in Play, He fpreads the Net, and takes the easie Prey.

6 Isis. An Ægyptian God. 7 Ladas. An excellent Footdess, suppos’d to be much man, who won the Prize in the concern'd in inflicting Diseases Olympian Game sy and Maladies on Mankind,

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