And wholesome labours, and a quiet mind, They must not think here to assail A land unarmed, or without a guard; Scarce any plant is growing here, Which against death some weapon does not bear. 9. Where does the wisdom and the power divine Than when we with attention look Ev'n in a bush the radiant Deity. Upon the flowers of heaven we gaze; Though these perhaps do more, than they, Although no part of mighty nature be More stor'd with beauty, power, and mystery ; God has so order'd, that no other part 10. We no where art do so triumphant see, It over-rules, and is her master here. It imitates her Maker's power divine, And changes her sometimes, and sometimes does refine : It does, like grace, the fallen tree restore To its blest state of Paradise before: Who would not joy to see his conquering hand O'er all the vegetable world command ? And the wild giants of the wood receive He bids th' ill-natur'd crab produce The golden fruit, that worthy is Though she refus'd Apollo's suit; Even she, that chaste and virgin tree, Now wonders at herself, to see That she's a mother made, and blushes in her fruit. 11. Methinks, I see great Dioclesian walk If I, my friends (said he), should to you show Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph, to the capitol, I rod, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god. VI.. OF GREATNESS. "SINCE We cannot attain to greatness (says the Sieur de Montagne,) let us have our revenge by railing at it :" this he spoke but in jest. I believe he desired it no more than I do, and had less reason; for he enjoyed so plentiful and honourable a fortune in a most excellent country, as allowed him all the real conveniences of it, separated and purged from the incommodities. If I were but in his condition, I should think it hard measure, without being convinced of any crime, to be sequestered from it, and made one of the principal officers of state. But the reader may think that what I now say is of small authority, because I never was, nor ever shall be, put to the trial: I can therefore only make my protestation, If ever I more riches did desire Than cleanliness and quiet do require : Continue, heaven, still from me to remove The humble blessings of that life I love. I know very many men will despise, and some pity me, for this humour, as a poor-spirited fellow; but I am content, and, like Horace, thank God for being so. Dî bene fecerunt, inopis me quódque pusilli, Finxerunt animi. I confess, I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little chearful house, a little company, and a very little feast; and, if I were to fall in love again (which is a great passion, and therefore, I hope, I have done with it) it would be, I think, with prettiness, rather than with majestical beauty. I would neither wish that my mistress, nor my fortune, should be a bona roba, nor, as Homer uses to describe his beauties, like a daughter of great Jupiter, for the stateliness and largeness of her person; but, as Lucretius says, Parvula, pumilio, Xagírwv uía, tota merum sal. Where there is one man of this, I believe there are a thousand of Senecio's mind, whose ridiculous affectation of grandeur, Seneca the elder describes to this effect: Senecio was a man of a turbid and confused wit, who could not endure to speak any but mighty words and sentences, till this humour grew at last into so notorious a habit, or rather disease, as became |