If not your Wife, let Reasons Rule persuade, | Were Virtue by Descent, a noble Name Name but my Fault, amends shall soon be made. Amends! Nay, that's impossible, said he, What wonder, Madam, if I move my Side, Ah Benedicite, reply'd the Crone: none. The Remedy to this were soon apply'd, Wou'd you be like the Bridegroom to the Bride. But, for you say a long descended Race, Make Gentlemen, and that your high The King of Heav'n was in a Manger laid; Then what can Birth, or mortal Men bestow, Since Floods no higher than their Fountains flow? We who for Name, and empty Honour strive, And vast Estates to mighty Titles ty'd, No Father can infuse, or Wit or Grace; 400 Could never villanize his Father's Fame: But, as the first the last of all the Line, Wou'd like the Sun ev'n in Descending shine. Take Fire, and bear it to the darkest House Betwixt King Arthur's Court and Caucasus, If you depart, the Flame shall still remain, And the bright Blaze enlighten all the Plain; 411 Nor, till the Fewel perish, can decay, By Nature form'd on Things combustible to prey. Such is not Man, who mixing better Seed No trace of all the great Begetter's Mind.) Such as our Atoms were, ev'n such are we, And thus it needs must be: For Seed conjoin'd Lets into Nature's Work th' imperfect But Fire, th' enliv'ner of the general Frame, Of thy great Fathers by their Virtue 440 And a long trail of Light, to thee descending down. If in thy Smoke it ends, their Glories shine; Nor left us by Inheritance, but giv'n Thus from a Captive Servius Tullus rose, Whom for his Virtues, the first Romans chose : Fabritius from their Walls repell'd the Foe, Whose noble Hands had exercis'd the Plough. 451 From hence, my Lord, and Love, I thus conclude, That tho' my homely Ancestors were rude, choose: Wou'd you I should be still Deform'd, and Old, Nauseous to Touch, and Loathsome to On this Condition, to remain for life Or would you rather have me Young and And take the Chance that happens to your share? Temptations are in Beauty, and in Youth, And how can you depend upon my Truth? Now weigh the Danger with the doubtful Bliss, And thank your self, if ought should fall amiss. Sore sigh'd the Knight, who this long At length considering all, his Heart he chear'd, 510 And thus reply'd, My Lady, and my Wife, To your wise Conduct I resign my Life: Choose you for me, for well you understand The future Good and III, on either Hand: But if an humble Husband may request, Provide, and order all Things for the best; Your's be the Care to profit, and to please: And let your Subject-Servant take his Ease. Then thus in Peace, quoth she, concludes the Strife, Since I am turn'd the Husband, you the Wife: 520 The Matrimonial Victory is mine, I promis'd you but one Content to share. 530 He look'd, and saw a Creature heav'nly -Fair, In bloom of Youth, and of a charming Air. And like Pygmalion found the Statue warm. THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON. A Parish-Priest was of the Pilgrim-Train; (As God had cloath'd his own Embassador;) Of Sixty Years he seem'd; and well might To Sixty more, but that he liv'd too fast; Tho' harsh the Precept, yet the Preacher charm'd ; For,letting down the golden Chain from high, 543 often as they] often they 1700. The correc tion was silently made in the second edition, and, as no editor has really collated the first, the omission has never been noticed. See note on 104 above. And oft, with holy Hymns, he charm'd their (A Musick more melodious Spheres.) than the For David left him, when he went to rest, He preach'd the Joys of Heav'n and Pains) And warn'd the Sinner with becoming Zeal; For Fear but freezes Minds; but Love, like Exhales the Soul sublime, to seek her To Threats, the stubborn Sinner oft is Wrap'd in his Crimes, against the Storm prepar'd; But, when the milder Beams of Mercy play, He melts, and throws his cumb'rous Cloak away. THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON. Text from the original and only contemporary edition, 1700. Lightnings Artillery) As Harbingers before th' Almighty fly: Those, but proclaim his Stile, and disappear; The stiller Sound succeeds; and God is there. 41 and Thunder (Heav'ns The Tythes, his Parish freely paid, he took; But never Su'd; or Curs'd with Bell and Book. With Patience bearing wrong; but off'ring none: Since every Man is free to lose his own. The Country-Churles, according to their Kind, (Who grudge their Dues, and love to be behind,) The less he sought his Off'rings, pinch'd the more; And prais'd a Priest, contented to be Poor. Were only Stewards of their Soveraign Lord, Intrusted Riches to relieve the Poor. He judg'd himself Accomplice with the Thief. 61 Yet still he was at Hand, without Request To serve the Sick; to succour the Distress'd; Tempting, on Foot, alone, without affright, The Dangers of a dark, tempestuous Night. All this the good old Man perform'd alone, Nor spar'd his pains; for Curate he had none. Nor durst he trust another with his Care; Nor rode himself to Pauls, the publick Fair, To chaffer for Preferment with his Gold, 70 Where Bishopricks, and sine Cures are sold. But duly watch'd his Flock, by Night and Day; And from the prowling Wolf, redeem'd the Prey, And hungry sent the wily Fox away. The Proud he tam'd, the Penitent he chear'd: Nor to rebuke the rich Offender fear'd. His Preaching much, but more his Practice wrought; (A living Sermon of the Truths he taught ;) For this by Rules severe his Life he squar'd: That all might see the Doctrin which they heard. 80 For Priests, he said, are Patterns for the rest: (The Gold of Heav'n, who bear the God Impress'd :) But when the precious Coin is kept unclean, The Prelate for his Holy Life he priz'd; And living taught; and dying left behind.) Not, but he knew the Signs of Earthly Might well become St. Peter's Successor ; The Holy Father holds a double Reign, Ico The Prince may keep his Pomp; the Fisher must be plain. Such was the Saint; who shone with every Grace: Reflecting, Moses-like, his Maker's Face. And, as on Job, demanded leave to try. Near tho' he was, yet not the next of Blood. A King can give no more than is his own: The Title stood entail'd, had Richard had a Son. |