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Through all her works---He must delight in virtue;
And that which he delights in, must be happy.
But when ? or where? This world- -was made for Cæsar.
I'm weary of conjectures—this must end them.
[Laying his hand on his sword.
Thus I am doubly arm'd. My death and life,
My bane and antidote are both before me.
This--in a moment, brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die!
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. -
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years ;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds !
XIII.-SATAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN. O THOU, that with surpassing glory crowned, Look’st from thy sole dominion like the God Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven 'gainst heaven's matchless King; Ah, wherefore ? he deserved no such return 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 recompence, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good proved ill in me, And wrought but malice: lifted up so high, I ’dained subjection, and thought one step higher
Would set me highest, and in a moment quit
The debt immense of endless gratitude,
So burdensome, still paying, still to owe;
Forgetful what from him I still received,
And understood not that a grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharged; what burden then ?
O had his powerful destiny ordained
Me some inferior angel, I had stood
Then happy: no unbounded hope had raised
Ambition. Yet why not? Some other power
As great might have aspired, and me, though mean,
Drawn to his part; but other powers as great
Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within
Or from without, to all temptations armed.
Hadst thou the same free will and power to stand ?
Thou hadst; whom hast thou then, or what, to accuse,
But Heaven's free love, dealt equally to all ?
Be then his love accursed, since love or hate,
To me alike, it deals eternal woe.
Nay, cursed be thou: since against His thy will
Chose freely what it now so justly rues.
Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ?
Which way I fly, is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
O then, at last relent: is there no place
Left for repentance, none for pardon left ?
None left but by submission, and that word
Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduced
With other promises and other vaunts
Than to submit, boasting I could subdue
The Omnipotent. Ah, me! they little know
How dearly I abide that boast so vain,
Under what torments inwardly I groan,
While they adore me on the throne of hell;
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall, only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.
But say I could repent, and could obtain
By act of grace my former state; how soon
Would height recall high thoughts, how soon unsay
What feigned submission swore! Ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep;
Which would but lead me to a worse relapse
And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear
Short intermission, bought with double smart.
This knows my punisher: therefore, as far
From granting He, as I from begging peace :
All hope excluded thus, behold instead
Of us outcast, exiled, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for him this world.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good: by thee at least
Divided empire with Heaven's King I hold,
By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign;
As man ere long, and this new world shall know.
CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy Thee.
O Source of uncreated light,
The Father's promised Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire.
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire,
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us while we sing.
Plenteous of grace descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Thou strength of His Almighty hand
does heaven and earth command.
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown'st thy gifts with eloquence.
Refine and purge our earthly parts ;
But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts !
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thine hand, and hold them down.
Chase from our minds the infernal foe,
the fruit of love, bestow;
And Iest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in the way.
Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe :
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by Thee.
Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name:
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died.
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to thee!-Dryden.
CTESIPHON baving proposed that the Athenians should decree a golden crown to Demosthenes in recompence of his public services, the orator Æschines who hated the latter, by whom he had been accused of taking bribes from Philip of Macedon, commenced a suit against Ctesiphon. Demosthenes defended his friend in the following oration, so well known as the Speech de Coronâ :
I.-ORATION OF DEMOSTHENES. In the first place, ye men of Athens, I make my prayer to all the powers of Heaven, that such affections as I have ever invariably discovered to this state, and all its citizens, you now may entertain for me, upon this present trial. And (what concerns you nearly, what essentially concerns your religion and your honour)—that the Gods may so dispose your minds, as to permit me to proceed in my defence, not as directed by my adversary (that would be severe indeed), but by the laws, and by your oath; in which, to all the other equitable clauses, we find this expressly added each party shall have equal audience.' This imports not merely that you shall not prejudge, not merely that the same impartiality shall be shown to both, but still further, that the contending parties shall each be left at full liberty to arrange and to conduct his pleading, as his choice or judgment may determine.
In many instances hath Æschines the entire advantage in this cause.
Two there are of more special moment. First, as to our interest in the contest, we are on terms utterly unequal; for they are by no means points of equal import, for me to be deprived of your affections, and for him to be defeated in his prosecution. As to me-but,