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Nor has it left the usual bloody scar,
To show it cost its price in war;
And for it does so dearly pay ;
Fortune the gamesters does beguile,
No thunder e'er can blast:
Shoots to the earth and dies :
Like lambent fire, the lightning plays;
Makes up its solemn train with death ; It melts the sword of war, yet keeps it in the sheath.
Because the cords escape their eye,
Wonder to see the motions fly)
Down the ill-organ'd engines fall;
How plain I see through the deceit !
How shallow, and how gross, the cheat ! Look where the pulley's tied above! Great God! (said I) what have I seen!
On what poor engines move
The thoughts of monarchs and designs of states;
Whạt petty motives rule their fates ! How the mouse makes the mighty mountains shake! The mighty mountain labours with its birth,
Away the frighten'd peasants tly,
Scar'd at the unheard-of prodigy, Expect some great gigantic son of earth ;
Lo! it appears! See how they tremble ! how they quake Out starts the little mouse, and mocks their idle
Take thy unwonted flight,
See where she lies!
And rolls about her dreadful eyes,
Have worn a casement o'er their skin,
So he wore his within,
And though he oft renew'd the fight,
He ne'er could overcome her quite, In pieces cut, the viper still did reunite;
Till, at last, tir'd with loss of time and ease, Resolv'd to give himself, as well as country, peace.
Sir William Temple, disgusted with the arbitrary measures adopted in the last year of Charles II.'s reign, retired to Moor
Go, publish o'er the plain How mighty a proselyte you gain! How noble a reprisal on the great!
How is the Muse luxuriant grown!
Whene'er she takes this flight,
She soars clear out of sight, These are the paradises of her own:
Thy Pegasus, like an unruly horse,
Though ne’r so gently led,
Wake from thy wanton dreams,
Come from thy dear-lov'd streams,
Fain the fair nymph would stay,
And softly steals in many windings down,
As loth to see the hated court and town! And murmurs as she glides away.
X. In this new happy scene Are nobler subjects for
Park, with a resolution never again to engage in public business. Nor did the favour he enjoyed with King William, on his being solicited to be a secretary of state after the revolution, induce him to change his resolution.
Here we expect from you More than your predecessor Adam knew; Whatever moves our wonder, or our sport, Whatever serves for innocent emblems of the court;
How that which we a kernel see, (Whose well-compacted forms escape the light, Unpierc'd by the blunt rays of sight)
Shall ere long grow into a tree; Whence takes it its increase, and whence its birth, Or from the sun, or from the air, or from the earth,
Where all the fruitful atoms lie;
How some go downward to the root,
XI. Shall I believe a spirit so divine
Was cast in the same mould with mine? Why then does Nature so unjustly share Among her elder sons the whole estate,
And all her jewels and her plate?
Some to the drudgery of a trade;
Some she condemns for life to try
In vain I strive to cross the spacious main,
In vain I tug and pull the oar,
And when I almost reach the shore, Straight the Muse turns the helm, and I launch out
And yet, to feed my pride, Whene'er I mourn, stops my complaining breath, With promise of a mad reversion after death.
The tribute of an humble Muse,
And since too oft debauch'd by praise,
In wisdom and philosophy:
Where nought but weeds will grow :
By an equivocal birth