And from the purple grape unpress'd,
Spontaneous nectars run.

CLXX.

Pallas, ('tis said) when Jove grew dull,
Forsook his drowsy brain,

And sprightly leap'd into the throne

Of Wisdom's brighter reign;

CLXXI.

Her helmet took; that is, shot rays

Of formidable wit;

And lance,---or genius most acute,

Which lines immortal writ;

CLXXII.

And Gorgon shield,---or, pow'r to fright
Man's folly dreadful shone;

And many a blockhead (easy change!)
Turn'd instantly to stone.

CLXXIII.

Our authors male, as then did Jove,

Now scratch a damag'd head,

And call for what once quarter'd there,

But find the goddess fled.

CLXXIV.

The fruit of knowledge, golden fruit!

That once forbidden tree,

Hedg'd in by surly man, is now
To Britain's daughter's free.

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CLXXV.

In Eve (we know) of fruit so fair
The noble thirst began;

And they, like her, have caus'd a fall,
A fall of fame in man,

CLXXVI.

And since of genius in our sex,

O Addison! with thee

The sun is set, how I rejoice,

This sister lamp to see!

CLXXVII.

It sheds, like Cynthia, silver beams
On man's nocturnal state:

His lessen'd light, and languid pow'rs,
I show, whilst I relate.

PART II.

I.

Bur what in either sex, beyond

All parts, our glory crowns?
"In ruffling seasons to be calm,

"And smile while fortune frowns."

Heav'n's choice is safer than our own;

Of ages past inquire,

What the most formidable fate?

"To have our own desire."

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If, in your wrath, the worst of foes
You wish extremely ill;

Expose him to the thunder's stroke,
Or that of his own will.

IV.

What numbers rushing down the steep
Of inclination strong,

Have perish'd in their ardent wish!
Wish ardent, ever wrong!

V.

'Tis Resignation's full reverse,
Most wrong, as it implies
Error most fatal in our choice,
Detachment from the skies.

VI.

By closing with the skies, we make

Omnipotence our own;

That done, how formidable Ill's
Whole army is o'erthrown!

VII.

No longer impotent and frail,

Ourselves above we rise;

We scarce believe ourselves below;

We trespass on the skies.

VIII.

The Lord, and Soul, and source of all,

Whilst man enjoys his ease,

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How grand! most true; yet far beneath

The soul of the resign'd.

XIII.

To more than kingdoms, more than worlds,

To passion that gives law:

Its matchless empire could have kept

Great Cato's pride in awe.

XIV.

That fatal pride, whose cruel point
Transfix'd his noble breast;

Far nobler! if his fate sustain'd

Had left to Heav'n the rest:

XV.

Then he the palm had borne away,
At distance Cæsar thrown;

Put him off cheaply with the world
And made the skies his own.

XVI.

What cannot Resignation do?

It wonders can perform:

That pow'rful charm, "Thy will be done,"
Can lay the loudest storm.

XVI.

Come, Resignation! then, from fields,
Where mounted on the wing,

A wing of flame, bless'd martyrs' souls
Ascended to their King.

XVIII.

Who is it calls thee? One whose need

Transcends the common size;

Who stands in front against a foe

To which none equal rise:

XIX.

In front he stands, the brink he treads
Of an eternal state;

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