"Lie ftill my Plutarch then and sleep, "And my good Seneca may keep "Your volumes clos'd for ever too, "I have no further ufe for you; "For when I feel my virtue fail, 50 "And fee whereto all glory comes; 66 "And tread the Cæfars in the dirt. Freedom, 1697. I. 36 TEMPT me no more; my foul can ne'er comport l'ave an averfion to those charms, And hug dear Liberty in both mine arms. And dance attendance at Honorio's gate, 5 Then run in troops before him to compose his state; Move as he moves, and when he loiters ftand; You 're but the shadows of a man: Bend when he speaks and kifs the ground; Adore the follies of the great, Wait till he fmiles; but lo! the idol frown'd, Volume VI. D II. Thus bafeborn minds; but as for me I can and will be free: Like a strong mountain or some stately tree And as I ftand and as I go It keeps my body fo: No, I can never part with my creation right. I cannot make this iron knee 15 20 [free. Bend to a meaner pow'r than that which form'd it Thus my bold harp profufely play'd Tindarical, then on a branchy fhade I hung my harp aloft, myself beneath it laid; Nature that liften'd to my ftrain Refum'd the theme and acted it again. 25 And as the tempeft fell th' obedient vapours funk: Again it roars with bellowing found, The meaner plants that grew around, [ground: The willow and the afp, trembled and kifs'd the Hard by there ftood the iron trunk 40 Of an old oak, and all the ftorm defy'd; In vain they roar'd; the iron oak Bow'd only to the heav'nly thunder's stroke. 44 On Mr. Locke's Annotations upon feveral parts of The New Teftament, left behind him at his death. 1. Thus reafon learns by flow degrees What faith reveals, but ftill complains Of intellectual pains, And darkness from the too exuberant light: Pour'd all at once on Nature's eycs Offend and cloud her feeble fight. il. Reafon could scarce fuftain to fee Scarce could her pride defcend to own III. Faith, thou bright cherub, speak and say, Did ever mind of mortal race Coft thee more toil or larger grace To melt and bend it to obey? 'Twas hard to make fo rich a foul fubmit And lay her fhining honours at thy fov'reign feet. IV. Sifter of Faith, fair Charity, 20 Shew me the wondrous man on high, Tell how he fees the Godhead Three in One; 25 The bright conviction fills his eye, His nobleft pow'rs in deep proftration lie Forgive," he cries, "ye faints below, "The wav'ring and the cold affent 66 T I gave to themes divinely true; "Can you admit the blessed to repent? "Eternal darkness vail the lines "Of that unhappy book 30 34 "Where glimm'ring reason with falfe luftre fhines, "Where the mere mortal pen miftcok "What the celeftial meant *. 37 See Mr. Locke's Annotations on Rom. iii. 25. and Paraphrafe on Rom. ix. 5. which has inclined fome readers to doubt whether he believed the Deity and fatisfaction of Chrift; therefore in the fourth ftanza I invoke Charity, that by her help I may find him out in heaven, fince his notes on a Cor. v. ult. and fome other places, give me reason to believe he was no True riches. I Am not concern'd to know Heir to the best part of me. Glitt'ring ftones and golden things, Lie afar beyond her line. I'm a kingdom of my own. I'ave a mighty part within That the world hath never feen, 20 Socinian, though he has darkened the glory of the gospel and debased Christianity in the book which be calls The Reasonableness of it, and in fome of his other works. |