Things that the crowd call great and brave II. The foul 'tis of th' immortal kind, ΤΟ Outlives the mould'ring corpfe, and leaves the globe In limbs of clay tho' fhe appears, [behind. Array'd in rofy skin and deck'd with ears and eyes, The flesh is but the foul's disguise; 19 There's nothing in her frame kin to the dress fhe From all the laws of matter free, From all we feel and all we see, [wears: She stands eternally distinct, and muft for ever be. III. Rife then my thoughts on high, Soar beyond all that's made to die : Sits the Creator and the Judge of fouls, 25 Whirling the planets round the poles, [on. Winds off our threads of life, and brings our periods Swift the approach and folemn is the day 30 When this immortal mind, IV. Think of the fands run down to waste; 35 We poffefs none of all the past; None but the present is our own: To William Blackbourn, Efq. Cafimire, lib. ii. ode 2. imitated. Quae tegit canas modo Bruma valles, c. 40 45 48 MARK how it fnows! how faft the valley fills! pear. 2. But when old age has on your temples fhed Her filver froft there's no returning fun; 4 Swift flies our autumn, fwift our fummer's fled, When youth, and love, and spring, and golden joys, are gone. 3. Then cold and winter and your aged fnow Stick faft upon you: not the rich array, Not the green garland nor the rofy bough, 8 12 4. The chase of pleasures is not worth the pains While the bright fands of health run wasting down, And honour calls you from the fofter fcenes To fell the gaudy hour for ages of renown. 5. 16 'Tis but one youth, and fhort, that mortals have, And one old age diffolves our feeble frame; But there's a heav'nly art t' elude the grave, away. True monarchy, 1701. THE rifing year beheld th' imperious Gaul 24 5 We are a little kingdom; but the man That chains his rebel will to Reafon's throne Makes Heav'n its counfel, from the rolls above ΙΟ Draws his own ftatutes, and with joy obeys. 'Tis not a troop of wellappointed guards Create a monarch, not a purple robe Dy'd in the people's blood, not all the crowns 15 20 Firm as a rock, and moveless as the centre. 25 In vain the harlot Pleasure spreads her charms Tô lull his thoughts in Luxury's fair lap Volume VI. C 30 He lives above the crowd, nor hears the noise Of wars and triumphs, nor regards the shouts Wisdom his tow'r, and confcience is his shield, 35 40 Now my ambition fwells, my wishes foar, This be my kingdom: fit above the globe 45 Safe from the fmiling and the frowning world. 50 Rich without gold and great without renown. 54 True courage. HONOUR demands my fong: forget the ground |