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 eng Juvenal. -- Satura 10 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Virtue -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A pindarique ode, describing the excellency of true virtue, with reflexions on the satyr against virtue n/a 1679 8 1397 0 1 0 0 0 0 7.16 B The rate of 7.16 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-10 Sampled and proofread 2014-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A PINDARIQUE ODE , DESCRIBING THE EXCELLENCY OF TRUE VIRTUE , WITH REFLEXIONS ON THE Satyr against Virtue .

— Semita certe Tranquillae per VIRTUTEM patet unica Vitae . Juven . Sat. 10.

London , Printed in the Year 1679.

A PINDARIQUE ODE , Describing the Excellency of True VIRTUE ; with Reflections on the SATYR Against VIRTUE . ( 1. ) SO Vast is VIRTUES Empire , that its Power Commands a Tribute from the Worst of things ; Ev'n from the Shades of Conquer'd VICE there springs A greater Light to ev'ry Soul , That can controul Those Raging PASSIONS which dark Souls devour . ( 2 ) A VIRTUOUS man slays Ev'ry Day In his own Breast , A Lion much more fierce than that which SAMSON slew ; And from this Lion slain , there comes forth Sweetness too : When he shall pass his Days , and climb Beyond the Bounds of Time , Up to ETERNITY ; Then Full his Joy shall be , And never shall decay : His Toilsome Fights shall end in Everlasting Rest . ( 3 ) The The Stagirite be damn'd , &c. Sat , against Virtue , Stanza 1. Stagirite had but a Glimpse o' th' Light , Which shines in VIRTUES Glorious Face . His Notions were like Twinkling Stars i' th' Night ; But those are Sun-Beams which proceed from Grace , Ev'n from the sence of His Almighty LOVE , Who for us here was Griev'd and Slain , though still He had An Heart most Glad , And Endless Life above . Those Christians who for Him Meekly gave up their Breath Were not When Christian Fools were obstinately good , Nor yet their Gospel-Freedom understood , Tame easie Fops , &c. 4. Tame Fops , but Bravely they did Triumph over Death , That King of Terrors , who Makes all the World to Bow ; Whose Scepter all men dread , but they alone Whom he 's forc'd to Transport to an Eternal CROWN . ( 4 ) Great SOCRATES , who as that Justin Martyr . Father says , In part our SAVIOUR knew , Deserv'd Immortal Praise ; The mad Athenians murder'd him , but could not him subdue , The Day he took the Fatal Draught , how did his mighty Soul Reign and Controul , As Slaves , and Vassals , all th' Athenian Potentates ; His Bright Discourse quite chang'd the hue o' th' Black And Dreadful Fates ; His Friends look'd sad and pale as Death , but He Who was to die still talk'd of Immortalitie . 't is clear he never was a That Sniveling Puritan , who in spight of all the Mode , Would be unfashionably good &c. 4. Sniv'ling Puritan , Amongst that stubborn Sect ther 's not a man Will ever plead his Cause , Who {αβγδ} ; Quidnam vero Leges dixerint ; O Socrates , nonne inter nos & te illud convenit , ut Judiciis stares , quae constitueret , stabiliretque Civitas ? Plato in Critone . rather chose to die than break his Countreys Laws . ( 5. ) Those Heathen Gods thou nam'st , Whose Vices thou proclaim'st , Made VIRTUE in those Dayes Deserve the greater Praise , That press'd with such Temptations , she her drooping Head could raise . How brave a Soul then had our SOCRATES ! Who , 'mongst those Men , whose Gods were Patrons of all Vice Intemperance and Avarice , Of Theft , and ev'ry foul Distemper of the Soul , Declar'd that man's best Part no Earthly thing can please : That th' Heav'n-Born Mind Can never be at rest , till it shall find A BEAUTY , which can ne'r be seen by Mortal Eyes : That then the Soul lives best , when she From Commerce with the Flesh is Free : That th' Wicked can't a Good man Hurt by all that they Can ever Do , or Say ; Whatever Storms About him rise , he sees a Pleasant Day . ( 6 ) There are no Sweets in Vice , unless it be More pleasant to turn Scabs to Wounds by scratching eagerly ; Than from all Itch and Scabs to have our Bodies free . Ah , VIRTUE , that thy Sweet Embrace were better known ! Who would not less esteem a Crown , Than the Enjoyment of thy Beauteous Face , In which shines Ev'ry Grace True , and Substantial ! Other Beauties are But the least Shadows of what 's TRULY FAIR . O , whilst thy While my plump Veins are fill'd with Lust and Blood , &c. Stanza 5. Veins are plump , and full of Blood , Strive to be Eminently good ; As high as Heaven be thy Aims ! Ah see ! Oppressed VIRTUE claims Thy best Endeavours to support her Cause , And to restore some Reverence to her Despised Laws ; Let thy Youth's Fire Make thee aspire To all that s truly Great , and see Thou never be Deceiv'd with those Proud , Stately Fops , who Earthly things admire . ( 7. ) All Quiet sure , and Peace of Mind , Within the Bounds of VIRTUE is confin'd : Without her all that Mortals can attain Is Misery and Pain , Or th' empty shew of Joyes : Her Quiet calm and Peace of Mind In Wine , and better Company we find , Find it with Pleasure too combin'd In mighty Wine , where we our Senses steep , Stanza 6. And lull our Care and Consciences asleep . Wine does but make men Mad , and Company makes Noise : But all this Noise cann't drown the voice of Conscience , Which after some Suspence , Like Thunder through the Clouds , breaks forth with greater force , Through the Condens'd Black Vapors of the Mind : And straight bold Sinners find Great cause of sharp Remorse By those bright Sparks of mighty Truth , which like to Lightning flie ; And do not chear Souls fix'd in Sin , but only Terrifie . ( 8 ) That great Triumvirate in Sin Have in these evil Days great Rivals of their Fame , Men Glory in their Shame , And from the greatest Crimes they hope the greatest Praise to win . 't is counted Brave to Kill the Just , In Vindication of the Basest Lust . Some Swear , and Drink , and Whore , And some that blame them , Lie , and Cheat , and never will Restore Ill-gotten Goods : Hypocrisie Contends to be Esteem'd th' Exemplar of true Puritie . Some strive t' effect the Murder of their KING , Whom God Protects maugre their Spight , And secret Might , And all the Hidden Aid , that HELLS Dark Powers can bring . But , Ah dear VIRTUE , whither art thou gone ? Where is that Genius , which thought thee alone Sufficient to make up True Happiness Without the Aid of Wealth , or Honours Gawdy Dress ? Return , Return ; and make this Land to see , Which is so given up to Sport and Luxury , And to the Hellish Art of studied Villany , That there is no True Joy but in the LOVE of Thee . ( 9 ) O that we could be so sincerely Good , As to erase the Impress of all Ills Which our First Parent stampt on his Posterity . O that our Wills Which their own Satisfaction ever have withstood , Might now be wholly bent on the INFINITY Of that which our Immense Desires can Satisfie . That all the World may see We are Heav'ns Progeny ; Whilst our Enlarged Spirits rise So high , as to Despise All things but what we may attain In larger measures by sad Poverty and Pain . But hold , my Muse ! what I was shewing , none Can comprehend , but they that have it of their own . " Thy high-flown Thoughts by VIRTUOUS Actions shew ; " They Like what 's Good , that can't Judge what is True . FINIS .