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have a proverbial saying in Scythia, “ That fortune
of those to whom she has been bountiful." Reproof. You give yourself out to be a god, the son of Jupiter Contempt. Hammon. It suits the character of a god to bestow
favours on mortals; not to deprive them of what Advising. they have. But if you are no god, reflect on the Reproof. precarious condition of humanity. You will thus
show more wisdom than by dwelling on those subjects, which have puffed up your pride, and made you forget yourself. You see how little you are
likely to gain by attempting the conquest of Scythia. Offering On the other hand, you may, if you please, have in Friendship. us a valuable alliance. We command the borders of Instruction. both Europe and Asia. There is nothing between
us and Bactria but the river Tanais; and our ter
ritory extends to Thrace, which, as we have heard, Offering. borders on Macedon. If you decline attacking us in
a hostile manner, you may have our friendship.
Nations which have never been at war are on an Warning. equal footing. But it is in vain that confidence is
reposed in a conquered people. There can be no sincere friendship between the oppressors and the oppressed. Even in peace, the latter think them.
selves entitled to the rights of war against the former. Offering. We will, if you think good, enter into a treaty with
you according to our manner, which is, not by signing, sealing, and taking the gods to witness, as is the
Grecian custom; but by doing actual services. The Bluntness. Scythians are not used to promise, but to perform
without promising. And they think an appeal to the gods superfluous; for that those who have no regard
for the esteem of men will not hesitate to offend the Advising. gods by perjury. You may therefore consider with
yourself, whether you had better have a people of
such a character (and so situated as to have it in their power either to serve you or to annoy you, according as you treat them) for allies, or for enemics.
XXV.-REFLECTION ON LOST HAPPINESS SELF-CON
of an enemy.
Satan's Soliloquy, from “ Milton's Paradise Lost.”
Painful reI fell; how glorious once above thy sphere;
tlection. Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heav'n against heaven's matchless King: Ah, wherefore? He deserv'd no such return
Vindication From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none: nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks ? How due! yet all his good proved ill in me,
Self-conAnd wrought but malice: lifted up so high, I disdained subjection; thought one step higher Would set me high'st, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe. Forgetful what from him I still receiv'd,
demnation, And understood not, that a grateful mind By owing, owes not, but still pays; at once Indebted, and discharged; what burden then? Oh, had his pow'rful destiny ordain'd
Reflection Me some inferior angel, I had stood
Ambition. Yet why not? some other pow'r
Hadst thou the same free-will, and pow'r to stand : demnation. Thou hadst: whom hast thou, then, or what t'accuse,
But heav'n's free love dealt equally to all? Blasphemy. Be then his love accurs'd! since love or hate, Rage. To me alike it deals eternal woe.
Nay, curs'd be thou; since against his, thy will demnation. Chose freely what it now so justly rues. Desperation Me miserable ! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ?
Than to submit; boasting I could subdue
How dearly I abide that boast so vain;
say I could repent, and could obtain,
Would height recall high thoughts, how soon unsay
Malice bent on mischief
The speech of Satan, in his infernal palace of Pandemonium, in which he proposes to the consideration of his angels, in what manner it would be proper to proceed, in consequence of their defeat and fall.-Milton. Pow'rs and dominions! deities of heav'n!
distress, For since no deep within her gulf can hold Immortal vigour, though oppress'd and fallin I give not heav'n for lost. From this descent Courage. Celestial virtues rising will appear More glorious, and more dread, than from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate. Me though just right, and the fix'd laws of heav'n, Authority. Did first create your leader, next free choice, With what besides, in council or in fight,
Hath been achiev'd of merit; yet this loss
In heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw
Will envy whom the highest place exposes
Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
To union, and firm faith, and firm accord,
Surer to prosper, than prosperity
Whether of open war, or covert guile,
The speech of the fallen angel Moloch, exciting the infernal
crew to renew the war against heaven. Courage. My sentence is for open war.
a Of wiles, * Contempt. More inexpert, I boast not. Them let those
Contrive, who need; or when they need—not now. Courage. For while they sit contriving, shall the rest, Millions that stand in
and longing wait Contempt. The signal to ascend, sit ling'ring here Rage. Heav'ns fugitives, and for their dwelling-place
Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame,
The prison of his tyranny, who reigns Fierceness. By our delay?No! let us rather choose,
1“No, let us,”. &c., to “But perhaps," can hardly be spoken too energetically, if the dignity of the speaker be kept up in pronouncing the passage. At the words, “ But perhaps," &c., the speaker composes himself again.