We know not yet what we shall be, nor will it ever enter into the heart of man to conceive the glory that will be always in referve for him. The foul, confidered in relation to its Creator, is like one of thofe mathematical lines that may draw nearer to another for all eternity, without a poffibility of touching it: and can there be a thought fo tranfporting, as to confider ourselves in these perpetual approaches to Him, who is not only the ftandard of perfec tion but of happiness t SPECTATOR

CHAP. V.

ON THE BEING OF A GOD. RETIRE;-The world fhut out;-Thy thoughts call

home;

Imagination's airy wing reprefs;

Lock up thy fenfes ;- Let no paffions ftir;
Wake all to reafon-let her reign alone ;—
Then, in thy foul's deep filence, and the depth
Of Nature's filence, midnight, thus inquire

WHAT am I? and from whence?—I nothing know, But that I am; and, fince I am, conclude Something eternal'; had there e'er been nought, Nought ftill had been: Eternal there muft be. But what eternal? Why not human race? And ADAM's ancestors without an end?. That's hard to be conceiv'd; fince ev'ry link' Of that long chain'd fucceffion is so frail; Can every part depend, and not the whole? Yet grant it true; new difficulties rife ; I'm ftill quite out at fea; nor fee the fhore.

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Whence earth, and these bright orbs? Eternal too?
Grant matter was eternal: ftill thefe orbs

Would want fome other Father- much defign
Is feen in all their motions, all their makes;
Defign implies intelligence, and art:

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That

That can't be from themselves-or man; that art
Man can scarce comprehend, could man bestow?
And nothing greater, yet allow'd than man.-
Who motion, foreign to the fmallest grain,
Shot thro' vaft maffes of enormous weight?
Who bid brute matter's reftive lump affume
Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly?
Has matter innate motion? Then each atom,
Afferting its indisputable right

To dance, would form an univerfe of duft.

Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms,
And boundless flights, from fhapelefs and repos'd?
Has matter more than motion? Has it thought,
Judgment, and genius? Is it deeply learn'd
In Mathematics? Has it fram'd fuch laws,
Which, but to guefs, a NEWTON made immortal ?-
If art, to form; and counfel, to conduct;
And that with greater far, than human skill,
Refides not in each block;- -a GODHEAD reigns,-
And, if a GOD there is, that God how great!

YOUNG.

BOOK V.

ORATIONS AND HARANGUES.

4

CHAP. I.

JUNIUS BRUTUS OVER THE DEAD BODY
OF LUCRETIA.

YES, noble lady, I fivear by this blood, which was

once fo pure, and which nothing but royal villainy could have polluted, that I will purfue Lucius Tarquinius the proud, his wicked wife, and their children, with fire and fword; nor will I ever fuffer any of that family, or of any other whatsoever, to be king in Rome. Ye Gods, I call you to witness this my oath !-There, Romans, turn your eyes to that fad spectacle-the daughter of Lucretius, Collatinus's wife — she died by her own hand. See there a noble lady, whom the luft of a Tarquin reduced to the neceffity of being her own executioner, to attest her innocence. Hofpitably entertained by her as a kinfman of her husband's, Sextus, the perfidious gueft, became her brutal ravisher. The chafte, the generous Lucretia could not furvive the infult. Glorious woman! but once only treated as a flave, fhe thought life no longer to be endured. Lucretia, a woman, difdained a life that depended on a tyrant's will; and shall we, shall men, with fuch an example before our eyes, and after five and twenty years of ignominious fervitude, fhall we, through a fear of dying, defer one fingle inftant to affert our liberty?

No,

No, Romans, now is the time; the favourable moment we have fo long waited for is come. Tarquin is not at Rome. The Patricians, are at the head of the enterprize. The city is abundantly provided with men, arms, and all things neceffary. There is nothing wanting to fecure the fuccefs, if our own courage does not fail us. Can all these warriors, who have ever been fo brave when foreign enemies were to be fubdued, or when conquefts were to be made to gratify the ambition and avarice of Tarquin, be then only cowards, when they are to deliver themselves from flavery? Some of you are perhaps intimidated by the army which Tarquin now commands: The foldiers, you imagine, will take the part of their general. Banish fo groundless a fear. The love of liberty is natural to all men. Your fellow-citizens in the camp feel the weight of oppreffion with as quick a fenfe as you that are in Rome: they will as eagerly feize the occafion of throwing off the yoke. But let us grant there may be fome among them, who through bafeness of spirit, or a bad education, will be difpofed to favour the tyrant. The number of thefe can be but small, and we have means fufficient in our hands to reduce them to reason. have left us hoftages more dear to them than life. wives, their children, their fathers, their mothers, are here in the city. Courage, Romans, the Gods are for us; those Gods, whofe temples and altars the impious Tarquin has profaned with facrifices and libations made with polluted hands, polluted with blood, and with numberless unexpiated crimes committed againft his fubjects. Ye Gods, who protected our forefathers, ye Genii, who watch for the prefervation and glory of Rome, do you infpire us with courage and unanimity in this glorious caufe, and we will to our laft breath defend your worship from all profanation....

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CHAP. II.

HANNIBAL TO HIS SOLDIERS.

I KNOW not, foldiers, whether you or your prisoners be encompassed by fortune with the stricter bonds and neceffities. Two feas inclofe you on the right and left ;— not a fhip to flee to for efcaping. Before you is the Po, a river broader and more rapid than the Rhone; behind you are the Alps, over which, even when your numbers were undiminished, you were hardly able to force a paffage. Here then, foldiers, you must either conquer or die, the very first hour you meet the enemy. But the fame fortune which has thus laid you under the neceffity of fighting, has fet before your eyes thofe rewards of victory, than which no men are ever wont to wish for greater from the immortal Gods. Should we by our valour recover only Sicily and Sardinia, which were ravished from our fathers, those would be no inconfiderable prizes. Yet what are thefe? The wealth of Rome, whatever riches fhe has heaped together in the fpoils of nations, all thefe, with the mafters of them, will be yours. You have been long enough employed in driving the cattle upon the vaft mountains of Lufitania and Celtiberia; you have hitherto met with no reward worthy of the labours and dangers you have undergone. The time is now come to reap the full recompenfe of your toilfome marches over fo many mountains and rivers, and through fo many nations, all of them in arms. This is the place which fortune has appointed to be the limits of your labours; it is here that you will finish your glorious warfare, and receive an ample recompenfe of your completed. fervice. For I would not have you imagine, that victory will be as difficult as the name of a Roman war is great and founding. It has often happened that a defpifed enemy has given a bloody battle, and the most renowned kings and na