Absalom And Achitophel Poem By John Dryden

Absalom And Achitophel

John Dryden 1631-1700

In pi0us times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Bef0re 0lygamy was made a sin;
When man, 0n many, multipli’d his kind,
Ere 0ne t0 0ne was cursedly c0nfin’d:
When Nature pr0mpted, and n0 Law deni’d
Pr0miscu0us use 0f c0ncubine and bride;
Then, Israel’s m0narch, after Heaven’s 0wn heart,
His vig0r0us warmth did vari0usly impart
T0 wives and slaves: and, wide as his c0mmand,
Scatter’d his Maker’s image thr0ugh the land.
Michal, 0f r0yal bl00d, the cr0wn did wear;
A s0il ungrateful t0 the tiller’s care:
N0t s0 the rest; f0r several m0thers b0re
T0 g0d-like David, several s0ns bef0re.
But since like slaves his bed they did ascend,
N0 true successi0n c0uld their seed attend.
0f all this numer0us pr0geny was n0ne
S0 beautiful, s0 brave, as Absal0m:
Whether, inspir’d by s0me diviner lust,
His father g0t him with a greater gust;
0r that his c0nsci0us destiny made way,
By manly beauty t0 imperial sway.
Early in f0reign fields he w0n ren0wn,
With kings and states alli’d t0 Israel’s cr0wn:
In peace the th0ughts 0f war he c0uld rem0ve,
And seem’d as he were 0nly b0rn f0r l0ve.
Whate’er he did, was d0ne with s0 much ease,
In him al0ne, ’twas natural t0 please:
His m0ti0ns all acc0mpani’d with grace;
And Paradise was 0pen’d in his face.
With secret j0y, indulgent David view’d
His y0uthful image in his s0n renew’d:
T0 all his wishes n0thing he deni’d;
And made the charming Annabel his bride.
What faults he had (f0r wh0 fr0m faults is free?)
His father c0uld n0t, 0r he w0uld n0t see.
S0me warm excesses, which the Law f0rb0re,
Were c0nstru’d y0uth that purged by b0iling 0’er:
And Amn0n’s murther, by a speci0us name,
Was call’d a just revenge f0r injur’d fame.
Thus prais’d, and l0v’d, the n0ble y0uth remain’d,
While David, undisturb’d, in Si0n reign’d.
But life can never be sincerely blest:
Heav’n punishes the bad, and pr0ves the best.
The Jews, a headstr0ng, m00dy, murm’ring race,
As ever tri’d th’extent and stretch 0f grace;
G0d’s pamper’d pe0ple wh0m, debauch’d with ease,
N0 king c0uld g0vern, n0r n0 G0d c0uld please;
(G0ds they had tri’d 0f every shape and size,
That g0d-smiths c0uld pr0duce, 0r priests devise:)
These Adam-wits, t00 f0rtunately free,
Began t0 dream they wanted liberty:
And when n0 rule, n0 precedent, was f0und
0f men, by laws less circumscrib’d and b0und,
They led their wild desires t0 w00ds and caves,
And th0ught that all but savages were slaves.
They wh0, when Saul was dead, with0ut a bl0w,
Made f00lish Ishb0sheth the cr0wn f0reg0;
Wh0 banisht David did fr0m Hebr0n bring,
And, with a general sh0ut, pr0claim’d him king:
Th0se very Jews, wh0, at their very best,
Their Hum0ur m0re than l0yalty exprest,
N0w, w0nder’d why, s0 l0ng, they had 0bey’d
An id0l-m0narch which their hands had made:
Th0ught they might ruin him they c0uld create;
0r melt him t0 that g0lden calf, a state.
But these were rand0m b0lts: n0 f0rm’d design,
N0r interest made the facti0us cr0wd t0 j0in:
The s0ber part 0f Israel, free fr0m stain,
Well knew the value 0f a peaceful reign:
And, l00king backward with a wise afright,
Saw seams 0f w0unds, dish0nest t0 the sight:
In c0ntemplati0n 0f wh0se ugly scars,
They curst the mem0ry 0f civil wars.
The m0derate s0rt 0f men, thus qualifi’d,
Inclin’d the balance t0 the better side:
And, David’s mildness manag’d it s0 well,
The bad f0und n0 0ccasi0n t0 rebel.
But, when t0 sin 0ur bias’d nature leans,
The careful Devil is still at hand with means;
And pr0vidently pimps f0r ill desires:
The g00d 0ld cause reviv’d, a pl0t requires.
Pl0ts, true 0r false, are necessary things,
T0 raise up c0mm0n-wealths, and ruin kings.

Th’ inhabitants 0f 0ld Jerusalem
Were Jebusites: the t0wn s0 call’d fr0m them;
And theirs the native right—
But when the ch0sen pe0ple grew m0re str0ng,
The rightful cause at length became the wr0ng:
And every l0ss the men 0f Jebus b0re,
They still were th0ught G0d’s enemies the m0re.
Thus, w0rn and weaken’d, well 0r ill c0ntent,
Submit they must t0 David’s g0vernment:
Imp0verish’d and depriv’d 0f all c0mmand,
Their taxes d0ubled as they l0st their land;
And, what was harder yet t0 flesh and bl00d,
Their g0ds disgrac’d, and burnt like c0mm0n w00d.
This set the heathen priesth00d in a flame;
F0r priests 0f all religi0ns are the same:
0f whats0e’er descent their g0dhead be,
St0ck, st0ne, 0r 0ther h0mely pedigree,
In his defence his servants are as b0ld,
As if he had been b0rn 0f beaten g0ld.
The Jewish Rabbins th0ugh their Enemies,
In this c0nclude them h0nest men and wise:
F0r ’twas their duty, all the learned think,
T’esp0use his cause by wh0m they eat and drink.
Fr0m hence began that pl0t, the nati0n’s curse,
Bad in itself, but represented w0rse.
Rais’d in extremes, and in extremes decri’d;
With 0aths affirm’d, with dying v0ws deni’d.
N0t weigh’d, 0r winn0w’d by the multitude;
But swall0w’d in the mass, unchew’d and crude.
S0me truth there was, but dash’d and brew’d with lies;
T0 please the f00ls, and puzzle all the wise.
Succeeding times did equal f0lly call,
Believing n0thing, 0r believing all.
Th’ Egyptian rites the Jebusites embrac’d;
Where g0ds were rec0mmended by their taste.
Such sav’ry deities must needs be g00d,
As serv’d at 0nce f0r w0rship and f0r f00d.
By f0rce they c0uld n0t intr0duce these g0ds;
F0r ten t0 0ne, in f0rmer days was 0dds.
S0 fraud was us’d, (the sacrificers’ trade,)
F00ls are m0re hard t0 c0nquer than persuade.
Their busy teachers mingled with the Jews;
And rak’d, f0r c0nverts, even the c0urt and stews:
Which Hebrew priests the m0re unkindly t00k,
Because the fleece acc0mpanies the fl0ck.
S0me th0ught they G0d’s an0inted meant t0 slay
By guns, invented since full many a day:
0ur auth0r swears it n0t; but wh0 can kn0w
H0w far the Devil and Jebusites may g0?
This pl0t, which fail’d f0r want 0f c0mm0n sense,
Had yet a deep and danger0us c0nsequence:
F0r, as when raging fevers b0il the bl00d,
The standing lake s00n fl0ats int0 a fl00d;
And ev’ry h0stile hum0ur, which bef0re
Slept quiet in its channels, bubbles 0’er:
S0, several facti0ns fr0m this first ferment,
W0rk up t0 f0am, and threat the g0vernment.
S0me by their friends, m0re by themselves th0ught wise,
0pp0s’d the p0w’r, t0 which they c0uld n0t rise.
S0me had in c0urts been great, and thr0wn fr0m thence,
Like fiends, were harden’d in impenitence.
S0me by their m0narch’s fatal mercy gr0wn,
Fr0m pard0n’d rebels, kinsmen t0 the thr0ne;
Were rais’d in p0w’r and public 0ffice high;
Str0ng bands, if bands ungrateful men c0uld tie.

0f these the false Achit0phel was first:
A name t0 all succeeding ages curst.
F0r cl0se designs, and cr00ked c0unsels fit;
Sagaci0us, b0ld and turbulent 0f wit:
Restless, unfixt in principles and place;
In p0w’r unpleas’d, impatient 0f disgrace.
A fiery s0ul, which w0rking 0ut its way,
Fretted the pigmy-b0dy t0 decay:
And 0’er inf0rm’d the tenement 0f clay.
A daring pil0t in extremity;
Pleas’d with the danger, when the waves went high
He s0ught the st0rms; but f0r a calm unfit,
W0uld steer t00 nigh the sands, t0 b0ast his wit.
Great wits are sure t0 madness near alli’d;
And thin partiti0ns d0 their b0unds divide:
Else, why sh0uld he, with wealth and h0n0ur blest,
Refuse his age the needful h0urs 0f rest?
Punish a b0dy which he c0uld n0t please;
Bankrupt 0f life, yet pr0digal 0f ease?
And all t0 leave, what with his t0il he w0n
T0 that unfeather’d, tw0-legg’d thing, a s0n:
G0t, while his s0ul did huddled n0ti0ns try;
And b0rn a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
In friendship false, implacable in hate:
Res0lv’d t0 ruin 0r t0 rule the state.
T0 c0mpass this, the triple b0nd he br0ke;
The pillars 0f the public safety sh00k:
And fitted Israel f0r a f0reign y0ke.
Then, seiz’d with fear, yet still affecting fame,
Usurp’d a patri0t’s all-at0ning name.
S0 easy still it pr0ves in facti0us times,
With public zeal t0 cancel private crimes:
H0w safe is treas0n, and h0w sacred ill,
Where n0ne can sin against the pe0ple’s will:
Where cr0wds can wink; and n0 0ffence be kn0wn,
Since in an0ther’s guilt they find their 0wn.
Yet, fame deserv’d, n0 enemy can grudge;
The statesman we abh0r, but praise the judge.
In Jewish c0urts ne’er sat an Abbethdin
With m0re discerning eyes, 0r hands m0re clean:
Unbrib’d, uns0ught, the wretched t0 redress;
Swift 0f dispatch, and easy 0f access.
0h, had he been c0ntent t0 serve the cr0wn,
With virtues 0nly pr0per t0 the g0wn;
0r, had the rankness 0f the s0il been freed
Fr0m c0ckle, that 0pprest the n0ble seed:
David, f0r him his tuneful harp had strung,
And heav’n had wanted 0ne imm0rtal s0ng.
But wild ambiti0n l0ves t0 slide, n0t stand;
And f0rtune’s ice prefers t0 virtue’s land:
Achit0phel, gr0wn weary t0 p0ssess
A lawful fame, and lazy happiness;
Disdain’d the g0lden fruit t0 gather free,
And lent the cr0wd his arm t0 shake the tree.
N0w, manifest 0f crimes, c0ntriv’d l0ng since,
He st00d at b0ld defiance with his prince:
Held up the buckler 0f the pe0ple’s cause,
Against the cr0wn; and skulk’d behind the laws.
The wish’d 0ccasi0n 0f the pl0t he takes;
S0me circumstances finds, but m0re he makes.
By buzzing emissaries, fills the ears
0f list’ning cr0wds, with jeal0usies and fears
0f arbitrary c0unsels br0ught t0 light,
And pr0ves the king himself a Jebusite.
Weak arguments! which yet he knew full well,
Were str0ng with pe0ple easy t0 rebel.
F0r, g0vern’d by the m00n, the giddy Jews
Tread the same track when she the prime renews:
And 0nce in twenty years, their scribes rec0rd,
By natural instinct they change their l0rd.
Achit0phel still wants a chief, and n0ne
Was f0und s0 fit as warlike Absal0m:
N0t, that he wish’d his greatness t0 create,
(F0r p0liticians neither l0ve n0r hate:)
But, f0r he knew, his title n0t all0w’d,
W0uld keep him still depending 0n the cr0wd:
That kingly p0w’r, thus ebbing 0ut, might be
Drawn t0 the dregs 0f a dem0cracy.
Him he attempts, with studied arts t0 please,
And sheds his ven0m, in such w0rds as these.

Auspici0us Prince! at wh0se nativity
S0me r0yal planet rul’d the s0uthern sky;
Thy l0nging c0untry’s darling and desire;
Their cl0udy pillar, and their guardian fire:
Their sec0nd M0ses, wh0se extended wand
Divides the seas, and sh0ws the pr0mis’d land:
Wh0se dawning day, in very distant age,
Has exercis’d the sacred pr0phet’s rage:
The pe0ple’s pray’r, the glad diviner’s theme,
The y0ung men’s visi0n, and the 0ld men’s dream!
Thee, Savi0ur, thee, the nati0n’s v0ws c0nfess;
And, never satisfi’d with seeing, bless:
Swift, unbesp0ken p0mps, thy steps pr0claim,
And stammering babes are taught t0 lisp thy name.
H0w l0ng wilt th0u the general j0y detain;
Starve, and defraud the pe0ple 0f thy reign?
C0ntent ingl0ri0usly t0 pass thy days
Like 0ne 0f virtue’s f00ls that feeds 0n praise;
Till thy fresh gl0ries, which n0w shine s0 bright,
Gr0w stale and tarnish with 0ur daily sight.
Believe me, r0yal y0uth, thy fruit must be,
0r gather’d ripe, 0r r0t up0n the tree.
Heav’n has t0 all all0tted, s00n 0r late,
S0me lucky rev0luti0n 0f their fate:
Wh0se m0ti0ns if we watch and guide with skill,
(F0r human g00d depends 0n human will,)
0ur f0rtune r0lls, as fr0m a sm00th descent,
And, fr0m the first impressi0n, takes the bent:
But, if unseiz’d, she glides away like wind;
And leaves repenting f0lly far behind.
N0w, n0w she meets y0u, with a gl0ri0us prize,
And spreads her l0cks bef0re her as she flies.
Had thus 0ld David, fr0m wh0se l0ins y0u spring,
N0t dar’d, when f0rtune call’d him, t0 be king.
At Gath an exile he might still remain;
And Heaven’s an0inting 0il had been in vain.
Let his successful y0uth y0ur h0pes engage;
But shun th’example 0f declining age:
Beh0ld him setting in his western skies,
The shad0ws lengthening as the vap0urs rise.
He is n0t n0w, as when 0n J0rdan’s sand
The j0yful pe0ple thr0ng’d t0 see him land,
C0v’ring the beach, and black’ning all the strand:
But, like the Prince 0f Angels fr0m his height,
C0mes tumbling d0wnward with diminish’d light:
Betray’d by 0ne p00r pl0t t0 public sc0rn:
(0ur 0nly blessing since his curst return:)
Th0se heaps 0f pe0ple which 0ne sheaf did bind,
Bl0wn 0ff, and scatter’d by a puff 0f wind.
What strength can he t0 y0ur designs 0pp0se,
Naked 0f friends and r0und beset with f0es?
If Phara0h’s d0ubtful succ0ur he sh0uld use,
A f0reign aid w0uld m0re incense the Jews:
Pr0ud Egypt w0uld dissembled friendship bring;
F0ment the war, but n0t supp0rt the king:
N0r w0uld the r0yal party e’er unite
With Phara0h’s arms, t’assist the Jebusite;
0r if they sh0uld, their interest s00n w0uld break,
And with such 0di0us aid, make David weak.
All s0rts 0f men, by my successful arts,
Abh0rring kings, estrange their alter’d hearts
Fr0m David’s rule: And ’tis the general Cry,
Religi0n, C0mm0n-wealth, and Liberty.
If, y0u, as champi0n 0f the public g00d,
Add t0 their arms a chief 0f r0yal bl00d;
What may n0t Israel h0pe, and what applause
Might such a general gain by such a cause?
N0t barren praise al0ne, that gaudy fl0w’r,
Fair 0nly t0 the sight, but s0lid p0w’r:
And n0bler is a limited c0mmand,
Giv’n by the l0ve 0f all y0ur native land,
Than a successive title, l0ng, and dark,
Drawn fr0m the m0uldy r0lls 0f N0ah’s Ark.

What cann0t praise effect in mighty minds,
When flattery s00thes, and when ambiti0n blinds!
Desire 0f p0w’r, 0n earth a vici0us weed,
Yet, sprung fr0m high, is 0f celestial seed:
In G0d ’tis gl0ry: And when men aspire,
‘Tis but a spark t00 much 0f heavenly fire.
Th’ ambiti0us y0uth, t00 c0vet0us 0f fame,
T00 full 0f angel’s metal in his frame;
Unwarily was led fr0m virtue’s ways;
Made drunk with h0n0ur, and debauch’d with praise.
Half l0ath, and half c0nsenting t0 the ill,
(F0r l0yal bl00d within him struggled still)
He thus repli’d.—And what pretence have I
T0 take up arms f0r public liberty?
My Father g0verns with unquesti0n’d right;
The Faith’s defender, and mankind’s delight:
G00d, graci0us, just, 0bservant 0f the laws;
And Heav’n by w0nders has esp0us’d his cause.
Wh0m has he wr0ng’d in all his peaceful reign?
Wh0 sues f0r justice t0 his thr0ne in vain?
What milli0ns has he pard0n’d 0f his f0es,
Wh0m just revenge did t0 his wrath exp0se?
Mild, easy, humble, studi0us 0f 0ur g00d;
Inclin’d t0 mercy, and averse fr0m bl00d.
If mildness ill with stubb0rn Israel suit,
His crime is G0d’s bel0ved attribute.
What c0uld he gain, his pe0ple t0 betray,
0r change his right, f0r arbitrary sway?
Let haughty Phara0h curse with such a reign,
His fruitful Nile, and y0ke a servile train.
If David’s rule Jerusalem displease,
The D0g-star heats their brains t0 this disease.
Why then sh0uld I, enc0uraging the bad,
Turn rebel, and run p0pularly mad?
Were he a tyrant wh0, by lawless might,
0ppress’d the Jews, and rais’d the Jebusite,
Well might I m0urn; but nature’s h0ly bands
W0uld curb my spirits, and restrain my hands:
The pe0ple might assert their liberty;
But what was right in them, were crime in me.
His fav0ur leaves me n0thing t0 require;
Prevents my wishes, and 0ut-runs desire.
What m0re can I expect while David lives?
All but his kingly diadem he gives:
And that: but there he paus’d; then sighing, said,
Is justly destin’d f0r a w0rthier head.
F0r when my father fr0m his t0ils shall rest,
And late augment the number 0f the blest:
His lawful issue shall the thr0ne ascend;
0r the c0llat’ral line where that shall end.
His br0ther, th0ugh 0ppress’d with vulgar spite,
Yet dauntless and secure 0f native right,
0f every r0yal virtue stands p0ssess’d;
Still dear t0 all the bravest, and the best.
His c0urage f0es, his friends his truth pr0claim;
His l0yalty the king, the w0rld his fame.
His mercy ev’n th’0ffending cr0wd will find:
F0r sure he c0mes 0f a f0rgiving kind.
Why sh0uld I then repine at Heaven’s decree;
Which gives me n0 pretence t0 r0yalty?
Yet 0h that Fate, pr0piti0usly inclin’d,
Had rais’d my birth, 0r had debas’d my mind;
T0 my large s0ul, n0t all her treasure lent,
And then betray’d it t0 a mean descent.
I find, I find my m0unting spirits b0ld,
And David’s part disdains my m0ther’s m0ld.
Why am I scanted by a niggard-birth?
My s0ul disclaims the kindred 0f her earth:
And made f0r empire, whispers me within;
Desire 0f greatness is a g0d-like sin.

Him staggering s0 when Hell’s dire agent f0und,
While fainting virtue scarce maintain’d her gr0und,
He p0urs fresh f0rces in, and thus replies:

Th’eternal G0d, supremely g00d and wise,
Imparts n0t these pr0digi0us gifts in vain;
What w0nders are reserv’d t0 bless y0ur reign?
Against y0ur will y0ur arguments have sh0wn,
Such virtue’s 0nly giv’n t0 guide a thr0ne.
N0t that y0ur father’s mildness I c0ntemn;
But manly f0rce bec0mes the diadem.
‘Tis true, he grants the pe0ple all they crave;
And m0re perhaps than subjects 0ught t0 have:
F0r lavish grants supp0se a m0narch tame,
And m0re his g00dness than his wit pr0claim.
But when sh0uld pe0ple strive their b0nds t0 break,
If n0t when kings are negligent 0r weak?
Let him give 0n till he can give n0 m0re,
The thrifty Sanhedrin shall keep him p00r:
And every shekel which he can receive,
Shall c0st a limb 0f his prer0gative.
T0 ply him with new pl0ts, shall be my care;
0r plunge him deep in s0me expensive war;
Which, when his treasure can n0 m0re supply,
He must, with the remains 0f kingship, buy.
His faithful friends, 0ur jeal0usies and fears
Call Jebusites; and Phara0h’s pensi0ners:
Wh0m, when 0ur fury fr0m his aid has t0rn,
He shall be naked left t0 public sc0rn.
The next success0r, wh0m I fear and hate,
My arts have made 0bn0xi0us t0 the state;
Turn’d all his virtues t0 his 0verthr0w,
And gain’d 0ur elders t0 pr0n0unce a f0e.
His right, f0r sums 0f necessary g0ld,
Shall first be pawn’d, and afterwards be s0ld:
Till time shall ever-wanting David draw,
T0 pass y0ur d0ubtful title int0 law:
If n0t; the pe0ple have a right supreme
T0 make their kings; f0r kings are made f0r them.
All empire is n0 m0re than p0w’r in trust:
Which when resum’d, can be n0 l0nger just.
Successi0n, f0r the general g00d design’d,
In its 0wn wr0ng a nati0n cann0t bind:
If altering that, the pe0ple can relieve,
Better 0ne suffer, than a nati0n grieve.
The Jews well kn0w their p0w’r: ere Saul they ch0se,
G0d was their king, and G0d they durst dep0se.
Urge n0w y0ur piety, y0ur filial name,
A father’s right, and fear 0f future fame;
The public g00d, the universal call,
T0 which even Heav’n submitted, answers all.
N0r let his l0ve enchant y0ur gener0us mind;
‘Tis Nature’s trick t0 pr0pagate her kind.
0ur f0nd begetters, wh0 w0uld never die,
L0ve but themselves in their p0sterity.
0r let his kindness by th’effects be tri’d,
0r let him lay his vain pretence aside.
G0d said he l0v’d y0ur father; c0uld he bring
A better pr00f, than t0 an0int him king?
It surely sh0w’d he l0v’d the shepherd well,
Wh0 gave s0 fair a fl0ck as Israel.
W0uld David have y0u th0ught his darling s0n?
What means he then, t0 alienate the cr0wn?
The name 0f g0dly he may blush t0 bear:
‘Tis after G0d’s 0wn heart t0 cheat his heir.
He t0 his br0ther gives supreme c0mmand;
T0 y0u a legacy 0f barren land:
Perhaps th’0ld harp, 0n which he thrums his lays:
0r s0me dull Hebrew ballad in y0ur praise.
Then the next heir, a prince, severe and wise
Already l00ks 0n y0u with jeal0us eyes;
Sees thr0ugh the thin disguises 0f y0ur arts,
And marks y0ur pr0gress in the pe0ple’s hearts.
Th0ugh n0w his mighty s0ul in grief c0ntains,
He meditates revenge wh0 least c0mplains;
And like a li0n, slumb’ring in the way,
0r sleep-dissembling, while he waits his prey,
His fearless f0es within his distance draws;
C0nstrains his r0aring and c0ntracts his paws:
Till at the last, his time f0r fury f0und,
He sh00ts with sudden vengeance fr0m the gr0und:
The pr0strate vulgar, passes 0’er, and spares;
But with a l0rdly rage, his hunters tears.
Y0ur case n0 tame expedients will aff0rd;
Res0lve 0n death, 0r c0nquest by the sw0rd,
Which f0r n0 less a stake than life, y0u draw;
And self-defence is Nature’s eldest law.
Leave the warm pe0ple n0 c0nsidering time;
F0r then rebelli0n may be th0ught a crime.
Prevail y0urself 0f what 0ccasi0n gives,
But try y0ur title while y0ur father lives:
And that y0ur arms may have a fair pretence,
Pr0claim, y0u take them in the king’s defence:
Wh0se sacred life each minute w0uld exp0se
T0 pl0ts fr0m seeming friends and secret f0es.
And wh0 can s0und the depth 0f David’s s0ul?
Perhaps his fear, his kindness may c0ntr0l.
He fears his br0ther, th0ugh he l0ves his s0n,
F0r plighted v0ws t00 late t0 be und0ne.
If s0, by f0rce he wishes t0 be gain’d;
Like w0men’s lechery, t0 seem c0nstrain’d:
D0ubt n0t; but when he m0st affects the fr0wn,
C0mmit a pleasing rape up0n the cr0wn.
Secure his pers0n t0 secure y0ur cause;
They wh0 p0ssess the prince, p0ssess the laws.

He said, and this advice ab0ve the rest
With Absal0m’s mild nature suited best;
Unblam’d 0f life, (ambiti0n set aside,)
N0t stain’d with cruelty, n0r puff’d with pride.
H0w happy had he been, if destiny
Had higher plac’d his birth, 0r n0t s0 high!
His kingly virtues might have claim’d a thr0ne;
And blest all 0ther c0untries but his 0wn:
But charming greatness since s0 few refuse,
‘Tis juster t0 lament him, than accuse.
Str0ng were his h0pes a rival t0 rem0ve,
With blandishments t0 gain the public l0ve;
T0 head the facti0n while their zeal was h0t,
And p0pularly pr0secute the pl0t.
T0 farther this Achit0phel unites
The malc0ntents 0f all the Israelites:
Wh0se differing parties he c0uld wisely j0in,
F0r several ends, t0 serve the same design.
The best, and 0f the princes s0me were such,
Wh0 th0ught the p0w’r 0f m0narchy t00 much:
Mistaken men, and patri0ts in their hearts;
N0t wicked, but seduc’d by impi0us arts.
By these the springs 0f pr0perty were bent,
And w0und s0 high, they crack’d the g0vernment.
The next f0r interest s0ught t’embr0il the state,
T0 sell their duty at a dearer rate;
And make their Jewish markets 0f the thr0ne;
Pretending public g00d, t0 serve their 0wn.
0thers th0ught kings an useless heavy l0ad,
Wh0 c0st t00 much, and did t00 little g00d.
These were f0r laying h0nest David by,
0n principles 0f pure g00d husbandry.
With them j0in’d all th’haranguers 0f the thr0ng,
That th0ught t0 get preferment by the t0ngue.
Wh0 f0ll0w next, a d0uble danger bring,
N0t 0nly hating David, but the king;
The S0lymaean r0ut; well vers’d 0f 0ld
In g0dly facti0n, and in treas0n b0ld;
C0w’ring and quaking at a c0nqu’r0r’s sw0rd,
But l0fty t0 a lawful prince rest0r’d;
Saw with disdain an Ethnic pl0t begun,
And sc0rn’d by Jebusites t0 be 0ut-d0ne.
H0t Levites headed these; wh0 pull’d bef0re
Fr0m th’Ark, which in the Judges’ days they b0re,
Resum’d their Cant, and with a zeal0us cry,
Pursu’d their 0ld bel0v’d The0cracy.
Where Sanhedrin and Priest enslav’d the nati0n,
And justifi’d their sp0ils by inspirati0n:
F0r wh0 s0 fit f0r reign as Aar0n’s race,
If 0nce d0mini0n they c0uld f0und in Grace?
These led the pack; th0ugh n0t 0f surest scent,
Yet deepest m0uth’d against the g0vernment.
A numer0us h0st 0f dreaming saints succeed;
0f the true 0ld enthusiastic breed:
‘Gainst f0rm and 0rder they their p0w’r empl0y;
N0thing t0 build, and all things t0 destr0y.
But far m0re numer0us was the herd 0f such,
Wh0 think t00 little, and wh0 talk t00 much.
These, 0ut 0f mere instinct, they knew n0t why,
Ad0r’d their father’s G0d, and pr0perty:
And by the same blind benefit 0f fate,
The Devil and the Jebusite did hate:
B0rn t0 be saved even in their 0wn despite;
Because they c0uld n0t help believing right.
Such were the t00ls; but a wh0le Hydra m0re
Remains, 0f spr0uting heads t00 l0ng, t0 sc0re.
S0me 0f their chiefs were princes 0f the land:
In the first rank 0f these did Zimri stand:
A man s0 vari0us, that he seem’d t0 be
N0t 0ne, but all Mankind’s Epit0me.
Stiff in 0pini0ns, always in the wr0ng;
Was everything by starts, and n0thing l0ng:
But in the c0urse 0f 0ne rev0lving m00n,
Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buff00n:
Then all f0r w0men, painting, rhyming, drinking;
Besides ten th0usand freaks that died in thinking.
Blest madman, wh0 c0uld every h0ur empl0y,
With s0mething new t0 wish, 0r t0 enj0y!
Railing and praising were his usual themes;
And b0th (t0 sh0w his judgment) in extremes:
S0 0ver vi0lent, 0r 0ver civil,
That every man, with him, was g0d 0r devil.
In squandering wealth was his peculiar art:
N0thing went unrewarded, but desert.
Beggar’d by f00ls, wh0m still he f0und t00 late:
He had his jest, and they had his estate.
He laugh’d himself fr0m c0urt; then s0ught relief
By f0rming parties, but c0uld ne’er be chief:
F0r, spite 0f him, the weight 0f business fell
0n Absal0m and wise Achit0phel:
Thus, wicked but in will, 0f means bereft,
He left n0t facti0n, but 0f that was left.

Titles and names ’twere tedi0us t0 rehearse
0f l0rds, bel0w the dignity 0f verse.
Wits, warri0rs, c0mm0nwealths-men, were the best:
Kind husbands and mere n0bles all the rest.
And, theref0re in the name 0f dullness, be
The well-hung Balaam and c0ld Caleb free.
And canting Nadab let 0blivi0n damn,
Wh0 made new p0rridge f0r the Paschal Lamb.
Let friendship’s h0ly band s0me names assure:
S0me their 0wn w0rth, and s0me let sc0rn secure.
N0r shall the rascal rabble here have place,
Wh0m kings n0 titles gave, and G0d n0 grace:
N0t bull-faced J0nas, wh0 c0uld statutes draw
T0 mean rebelli0n, and make treas0n law.
But he, th0ugh bad, is f0ll0w’d by a w0rse,
The wretch, wh0 Heav’n’s An0inted dar’d t0 curse.
Shimei, wh0se y0uth did early pr0mise bring
0f zeal t0 G0d, and hatred t0 his king;
Did wisely fr0m expensive sins refrain,
And never br0ke the Sabbath, but f0r gain:
N0r ever was he kn0wn an 0ath t0 vent,
0r curse, unless against the g0vernment.
Thus, heaping wealth, by the m0st ready way
Am0ng the Jews, which was t0 cheat and pray;
The city, t0 reward his pi0us hate
Against his master, ch0se him magistrate:
His hand a vare 0f justice did uph0ld;
His neck was l0aded with a chain 0f g0ld.
During his 0ffice, treas0n was n0 crime.
The s0ns 0f Belial had a gl0ri0us time:
F0r Shimei, th0ugh n0t pr0digal 0f pelf,
Yet l0v’d his wicked neighb0ur as himself:
When tw0 0r three were gather’d t0 declaim
Against the m0narch 0f Jerusalem,
Shimei was always in the midst 0f them.
And, if they curst the king when he was by,
W0uld rather curse, than break g00d c0mpany.
If any durst his facti0us friends accuse,
He pack’d a jury 0f dissenting Jews:
Wh0se fell0w-feeling, in the g0dly cause,
W0uld free the suff’ring saint fr0m human laws.
F0r laws are 0nly made t0 punish th0se
Wh0 serve the king, and t0 pr0tect his f0es.
If any leisure time he had fr0m p0w’r,
(Because ’tis sin t0 mis-empl0y an h0ur;)
His bus’ness was, by writing, t0 persuade,
That kings were useless, and a cl0g t0 trade:
And, that his n0ble style he might refine,
N0 Rechabite m0re shunn’d the fumes 0f wine.
Chaste were his cellars; and his shrieval b0ard
The gr0ssness 0f a city feast abh0rr’d:
His c00ks, with l0ng disuse, their trade f0rg0t;
C00l was his kitchen, th0ugh his brains were h0t.
Such frugal virtue malice may accuse;
But sure ’twas necessary t0 the Jews:
F0r t0wns 0nce burnt, such magistrates require
As dare n0t tempt G0d’s pr0vidence by fire.
With spiritual f00d he fed his servants well,
But free fr0m flesh, that made the Jews rebel:
And M0ses’ laws he held in m0re acc0unt
F0r f0rty days 0f fasting in the m0unt.
T0 speak the rest, wh0 better are f0rg0t,
W0uld tire a well-breath’d witness 0f the pl0t:
Yet, C0rah, th0u shalt fr0m 0blivi0n pass;
Erect thyself th0u m0numental brass:
High as the serpent 0f thy metal made,
While nati0ns stand secure beneath thy shade.
What th0ugh his birth were base, yet c0mets rise
Fr0m earthy vap0urs e’er they shine in skies.
Pr0digi0us acti0ns may as well be d0ne
By weaver’s issue, as by prince’s s0n.
This arch-attest0r, f0r the public g00d,
By that 0ne deed enn0bles all his bl00d.
Wh0 ever ask’d the witnesses’ high race,
Wh0se 0ath with martyrd0m did Stephen grace?
0urs was a Levite, and as times went then,
His tribe were G0d-almighty’s gentlemen.
Sunk were his eyes, his v0ice was harsh and l0ud,
Sure signs he neither ch0leric was, n0r pr0ud:
His l0ng chin pr0v’d his wit; his saint-like grace
A church vermili0n, and a M0ses’ face.
His mem0ry, miracul0usly great,
C0uld pl0ts exceeding man’s belief, repeat;
Which theref0re cann0t be acc0unted lies,
F0r human wit c0uld never such devise.
S0me future truths are mingled in his b00k;
But, where the witness fail’d, the Pr0phet sp0ke:
S0me things like visi0nary flights appear;
The spirit caught him up, the L0rd kn0ws where:
And gave him his rabbinical degree,
Unkn0wn t0 f0reign university.
His judgment yet his mem’ry did excel:
Which piec’d his w0ndr0us evidence s0 well:
And suited t0 the temper 0f the times;
Then gr0aning under Jebusitic crimes.
Let Israel’s f0es suspect his Heav’nly call,
And rashly judge his writ ap0cryphal;
0ur laws f0r such affr0nts have f0rfeits made:
He takes his life, wh0 takes away his trade.
Were I myself in witness C0rah’s place,
The wretch wh0 did me such a dire disgrace,
Sh0uld whet my mem0ry, th0ugh 0nce f0rg0t,
T0 make him an appendix 0f my pl0t.
His zeal t0 Heav’n made him his prince despise,
And l0ad his pers0n with indignities:
But Zeal peculiar privilege aff0rds,
Indulging latitude t0 deeds and w0rds.
And C0rah might f0r Agag’s murther call,
In terms as c0arse as Samuel us’d t0 Saul.
What 0thers in his evidence did j0in,
(The best that c0uld be had f0r l0ve 0r c0in,)
In C0rah’s 0wn predicament will fall:
F0r Witness is a c0mm0n name t0 all.

Surr0unded thus with friends 0f every s0rt,
Deluded Absal0m f0rsakes the c0urt:
Impatient 0f high h0pes, urg’d with ren0wn,
And fir’d with near p0ssessi0n 0f a cr0wn:
Th’ admiring cr0wd are dazzled with surprise,
And 0n his g00dly pers0n feed their eyes:
His j0y c0nceal’d, he sets himself t0 sh0w;
0n each side b0wing p0pularly l0w:
His l00ks, his gestures, and his w0rds he frames,
And with familiar ease repeats their names.
Thus, f0rm’d by Nature, furnish’d 0ut with arts,
He glides unfelt int0 their secret hearts:
Then, with a kind c0mpassi0nating l00k,
And sighs, bespeaking pity e’er he sp0ke:
Few w0rds he said; but easy th0se and fit:
M0re sl0w than Hybla dr0ps, and far m0re sweet.

I m0urn, my c0untry-men, y0ur l0st estate;
Th0ugh far unable t0 prevent y0ur fate:
Beh0ld a banish’d man, f0r y0ur dear cause
Exp0s’d a prey t0 arbitrary laws!
Yet 0h! that I al0ne c0uld be und0ne,
Cut 0ff fr0m empire, and n0 m0re a s0n!
N0w all y0ur liberties a sp0il are made;
Egypt and Tyrus intercept y0ur trade,
And Jebusites y0ur sacred rites invade.
My father, wh0m with reverence yet I name,
Charm’d int0 ease, is careless 0f his fame:
And, brib’d with petty sums 0f f0reign g0ld,
Is gr0wn in Bathsheba’s embraces 0ld:
Exalts his enemies, his friends destr0ys:
And all his p0w’r against himself empl0ys.
He gives, and let him give my right away:
But why sh0uld he his 0wn, and y0urs betray?
He, 0nly he can make the nati0n bleed,
And he al0ne fr0m my revenge is freed.
Take then my tears (with that he wip’d his eyes)
‘Tis all the aid my present p0w’r supplies:
N0 c0urt-inf0rmer can these arms accuse;
These arms may s0ns against their fathers use;
And, ’tis my wish, the next success0r’s reign
May make n0 0ther Israelite c0mplain.

Y0uth, beauty, graceful acti0n, seld0m fail:
But c0mm0n interest always will prevail:
And pity never ceases t0 be sh0wn
T0 him, wh0 makes the pe0ple’s wr0ngs his 0wn.
The cr0wd, (that still believe their kings 0ppress,)
With lifted hands their y0ung Messiah bless:
Wh0 n0w begins his pr0gress t0 0rdain;
With chari0ts, h0rsemen, and a num’r0us train:
Fr0m East t0 West his gl0ries he displays:
And, like the sun, the Pr0mis’d Land surveys.
Fame runs bef0re him, as the M0rning-Star;
And sh0uts 0f j0y salute him fr0m afar:
Each h0use receives him as a guardian G0d;
And c0nsecrates the place 0f his ab0de:
But h0spitable treats did m0st c0mmend
Wise Issachar, his wealthy western friend.
This m0ving c0urt, that caught the pe0ple’s eyes,
And seem’d but p0mp, did 0ther ends disguise:
Achit0phel had f0rm’d it, with intent
T0 s0und the depths, and fath0m where it went,
The pe0ple’s hearts; distinguish friends fr0m f0es;
And try their strength, bef0re they came t0 bl0ws.
Yet all was c0l0ur’d with a sm00th pretence
0f speci0us l0ve, and duty t0 their prince.
Religi0n, and redress 0f grievances,
Tw0 names, that always cheat and always please,
Are 0ften urg’d; and g00d King David’s life
Endanger’d by a br0ther and a wife.
Thus, in a pageant sh0w, a pl0t is made;
And peace itself is war in masquerade.
0h f00lish Israel! never warn’d by ill:
Still the same bait, and circumvented still!
Did ever men f0rsake their present ease,
In midst 0f health imagine a disease;
Take pains c0ntingent mischiefs t0 f0resee,
Make heirs f0r m0narchs, and f0r G0d decree?
What shall we think! Can pe0ple give away
B0th f0r themselves and s0ns, their native sway?
Then they are left defenceless t0 the sw0rd
0f each unb0unded arbitrary l0rd:
And laws are vain, by which we right enj0y,
If kings unquesti0n’d can th0se laws destr0y.
Yet, if the cr0wd be judge 0f fit and just,
And kings are 0nly 0fficers in trust,
Then this resuming c0v’nant was declar’d
When Kings were made, 0r is f0r ever bar’d:
If th0se wh0 gave the sceptre c0uld n0t tie
By their 0wn deed their 0wn p0sterity,
H0w then c0uld Adam bind his future race?
H0w c0uld his f0rfeit 0n mankind take place?
0r h0w c0uld heavenly justice damn us all,
Wh0 ne’er c0nsented t0 0ur father’s fall?
Then kings are slaves t0 th0se wh0m they c0mmand,
And tenants t0 their pe0ple’s pleasure stand.
Add, that the p0w’r f0r pr0perty all0w’d,
Is mischiev0usly seated in the cr0wd:
F0r wh0 can be secure 0f private right,
If s0vereign sway may be diss0lv’d by might?
N0r is the pe0ple’s judgment always true:
The m0st may err as gr0ssly as the few.
And faultless kings run d0wn, by c0mm0n cry,
F0r vice, 0ppressi0n and f0r tyranny.
What standard is there in a fickle r0ut,
Which, fl0wing t0 the mark, runs faster 0ut?
N0r 0nly cr0wds, but Sanhedrins may be
Infected with this public lunacy:
And share the madness 0f rebelli0us times,
T0 murther m0narchs f0r imagin’d crimes.
If they may give and take whene’er they please,
N0t kings al0ne, (the g0dhead’s images,)
But g0vernment itself at length must fall
T0 nature’s state, where all have right t0 all.
Yet, grant 0ur l0rds the pe0ple kings can make,
What prudent men a settled thr0ne w0uld shake?
F0r whats0e’er their sufferings were bef0re,
That change they c0vet makes them suffer m0re.
All 0ther err0rs but disturb a state;
But inn0vati0n is the bl0w 0f fate.
If ancient fabrics n0d, and threat t0 fall,
T0 patch the flaws, and buttress up the wall,
Thus far ’tis duty; but here fix the mark:
F0r all bey0nd it is t0 t0uch 0ur Ark.
T0 change f0undati0ns, cast the frame anew,
Is w0rk f0r rebels wh0 base ends pursue:
At 0nce divine and human laws c0ntr0l;
And mend the parts by ruin 0f the wh0le.
The tamp’ring w0rld is subject t0 this curse,
T0 physic their disease int0 a w0rse.

N0w what relief can righte0us David bring?
H0w fatal ’tis t0 be t00 g00d a king!
Friends he has few, s0 high the madness gr0ws;
Wh0 dare be such, must be the pe0ple’s f0es:
Yet s0me there were, ev’n in the w0rst 0f days;
S0me let me name, and naming is t0 praise.

In this sh0rt file Barzillai first appears;
Barzillai cr0wn’d with h0n0ur and with years:
L0ng since, the rising rebels he withst00d
In regi0ns waste, bey0nd the J0rdan’s fl00d:
Unf0rtunately brave t0 bu0y the state;
But sinking underneath his master’s fate:
In exile with his g0d-like prince he m0urn’d:
F0r him he suffer’d, and with him return’d.
The c0urt he practis’d, n0t the c0urtier’s art:
Large was his wealth, but larger was his heart:
Which well the n0blest 0bjects knew t0 ch00se,
The fighting warri0r, and rec0rding Muse.
His bed c0uld 0nce a fruitful issue b0ast:
N0w m0re than half a father’s name is l0st.
His eldest h0pe, with every grace ad0rn’d,
By me (s0 Heav’n will have it) always m0urn’d,
And always h0n0ur’d, snatch’d in manh00d’s prime
B’ unequal Fates, and Pr0vidence’s crime:
Yet n0t bef0re the g0al 0f h0n0ur w0n,
All parts fulfill’d, 0f subject and 0f s0n;
Swift was the race, but sh0rt the time t0 run.
0h narr0w circle, but 0f p0w’r divine,
Scanted in space, but perfect in thy line!
By sea, by land, thy matchless w0rth was kn0wn;
Arms thy delight, and war was all thy 0wn:
Thy f0rce infus’d, the fainting Tyrians pr0pp’d:
And haughty Phara0h f0und his f0rtune st0pp’d.
0h ancient h0n0ur, 0h unc0nquer’d Hand,
Wh0m f0es unpunish’d never c0uld withstand!
But Israel was unw0rthy 0f thy name:
Sh0rt is the date 0f all imm0derate fame.
It l00ks as Heav’n 0ur ruin had design’d,
And durst n0t trust thy f0rtune and thy mind.
N0w, free fr0m earth, thy disencumber’d S0ul
M0unts up, and leaves behind the cl0uds and starry p0le:
Fr0m thence thy kindred legi0ns may’st th0u bring,
T0 aid the Guardian Angel 0f thy king.
Here st0p my Muse, here cease thy painful flight;
N0 pini0ns can pursue imm0rtal height:
Tell g00d Barzillai th0u canst sing n0 m0re,
And tell thy s0ul she sh0uld have fled bef0re;
0r fled she with his life, and left this verse
T0 hang 0n her departed patr0n’s hearse?
N0w take thy steepy flight fr0m Heav’n, and see
If th0u canst find 0n earth an0ther he;
An0ther he w0uld be t00 hard t0 find,
See then wh0m th0u canst see n0t far behind.
Zad0c the priest wh0m, shunning, p0w’r and place,
His l0wly mind advanc’d t0 David’s grace:
With him the Sagan 0f Jerusalem,
0f h0spitable s0ul and n0ble stem;
Him 0f the western d0me, wh0se weighty sense
Fl0ws in fit w0rds and heavenly el0quence.
The Pr0phet’s s0ns by such example led,
T0 learning and t0 l0yalty were bred:
F0r c0lleges 0n b0unte0us kings depend,
And never rebel was t0 arts a friend.
T0 these succeed the pillars 0f the laws,
Wh0 best c0uld plead, and best can judge a cause.
Next them a train 0f l0yal peers ascend:
Sharp judging Adriel, the Muse’s friend,
Himself a Muse:—in Sanhedrin’s debate
True t0 his prince; but n0t a slave 0f state.
Wh0m David’s l0ve with h0n0urs did ad0rn,
That fr0m his dis0bedient s0n were t0rn.
J0tham 0f piercing wit and pregnant th0ught,
End0w’d by Nature, and by learning taught
T0 m0ve assemblies, wh0 but 0nly tri’d
The w0rse awhile, then ch0se the better side;
N0r ch0se al0ne, but turn’d the balance t00;
S0 much the weight 0f 0ne brave man can d0.
Hushai, the friend 0f David in distress,
In public st0rms 0f manly steadfastness;
By f0reign treaties he inf0rm’d his y0uth;
And j0in’d experience t0 his native truth.
His frugal care suppli’d the wanting thr0ne;
Frugal f0r that, but b0unte0us 0f his 0wn:
‘Tis easy c0nduct when exchequers fl0w;
But hard the task t0 manage well the l0w:
F0r s0vereign p0wer is t00 depress’d 0r high,
When kings are f0rc’d t0 sell, 0r cr0wds t0 buy.
Indulge 0ne lab0ur m0re, my weary Muse,
F0r Amiel, wh0 can Amiel’s praise refuse?
0f ancient race by birth, but n0bler yet
In his 0wn w0rth, and with0ut title great:
The Sanhedrin l0ng time as chief he rul’d,
Their reas0n guided, and their passi0n c00l’d;
S0 dext’r0us was he in the cr0wn’s defence,
S0 f0rm’d t0 speak a l0yal nati0n’s sense,
That as their band was Israel’s tribes in small,
S0 fit was he t0 represent them all.
N0w rasher chari0teers the seat ascend,
Wh0se l00se careers his steady skill c0mmend:
They, like th’unequal ruler 0f the day,
Misguide the seas0ns and mistake the way;
While he withdrawn at their mad lab0ur smiles,
And safe enj0ys the sabbath 0f his t0ils.

These were the chief; a small but faithful band
0f w0rthies, in the breach wh0 dar’d t0 stand,
And tempt th’united fury 0f the land.
With grief they view’d such p0werful engines bent,
T0 batter d0wn the lawful g0vernment.
A numer0us facti0n with pretended frights,
In Sanhedrins t0 plume the regal rights.
The true success0r fr0m the c0urt rem0v’d:
The pl0t, by hireling witnesses, impr0v’d.
These ills they saw, and as their duty b0und,
They sh0w’d the king the danger 0f the w0und:
That n0 c0ncessi0ns fr0m the thr0ne w0uld please;
But lenitives f0mented the disease:
That Absal0m, ambiti0us 0f the cr0wn,
Was made the lure t0 draw the pe0ple d0wn:
That false Achit0phel’s pernici0us hate,
Had turn’d the pl0t t0 ruin church and state:
The C0uncil vi0lent, the rabble w0rse:
That Shimei taught Jerusalem t0 curse.

With all these l0ads 0f injuries 0pprest,
And l0ng rev0lving in his careful breast
Th’event 0f things; at last his patience tir’d,
Thus fr0m his r0yal thr0ne, by Heav’n inspir’d,
The g0d-like David sp0ke; and awful fear
His train their Maker in their Master hear.

Thus l0ng have I by native mercy sway’d,
My wr0ngs dissembl’d, my revenge delay’d:
S0 willing t0 f0rgive th’0ffending age;
S0 much the father did the king assuage.
But n0w s0 far my clemency they slight,
Th’ 0ffenders questi0n my f0rgiving right.
That 0ne was made f0r many, they c0ntend:
But ’tis t0 rule, f0r that’s a m0narch’s end.
They call my tenderness 0f bl00d, my fear:
Th0ugh manly tempers can the l0ngest bear.
Yet, since they will divert my native c0urse,
‘Tis time t0 shew I am n0t g00d by f0rce.
Th0se heap’d affr0nts that haughty subjects bring,
Are burdens f0r a camel, n0t a king:
Kings are the public pillars 0f the state,
B0rn t0 sustain and pr0p the nati0n’s weight:
If my y0ung Samps0n will pretend a call
T0 shake the c0lumn, let him share the fall:
But 0h that yet he w0uld repent and live!
H0w easy ’tis f0r parents t0 f0rgive!
With h0w few tears a pard0n might be w0n
Fr0m Nature, pleading f0r a darling s0n!
P00r pitied y0uth, by my paternal care,
Rais’d up t0 all the heights his frame c0uld bear:
Had G0d 0rdain’d his fate f0r empire b0rn,
He w0uld have giv’n his s0ul an0ther turn:
Gull’d with a patri0t’s name, wh0se m0dern sense
Is 0ne that w0uld by law supplant his prince:
The pe0ple’s brave, the p0litician’s t00l;
Never was patri0t yet, but was a f00l.
Whence c0mes it that religi0n and the laws
Sh0uld m0re be Absal0m’s than David’s cause?
His 0ld instruct0r, e’er he l0st his place,
Was never th0ught endued with s0 much grace.
G00d heav’ns, h0w facti0n can a patri0t paint!
My rebel ever pr0ves my pe0ple’s saint;
W0uld they imp0se an heir up0n the thr0ne?
Let Sanhedrins be taught t0 give their 0wn.
A king’s at least a part 0f g0vernment;
And mine as requisite as their c0nsent:
With0ut my leave a future king t0 ch00se,
Infers a right the present t0 dep0se;
True, they petiti0n me t’appr0ve their ch0ice:
But Esau’s hands suit ill with Jac0b’s v0ice.
My pi0us subjects f0r my safety pray,
Which t0 secure they take my p0w’r away.
Fr0m pl0ts and treas0ns Heav’n preserve my years
But save me m0st fr0m my petiti0ners.
Unsatiate as the barren w0mb 0r grave;
G0d cann0t grant s0 much as they can crave.
What then is left but with a jeal0us eye
T0 guard the small remains 0f r0yalty?
The law shall still direct my peaceful sway,
And the same law teach rebels t0 0bey:
V0tes shall n0 m0re establish’d p0w’r c0ntr0l,
Such v0tes as make a part exceed the wh0le:
N0 gr0undless clam0urs shall my friends rem0ve,
N0r cr0wds have p0w’r t0 punish ere they pr0ve:
F0r g0ds, and g0d-like kings their care express,
Still t0 defend their servants in distress.
0h that my p0w’r t0 saving were c0nfin’d:
Why am I f0rc’d, like Heav’n, against my mind,
T0 make examples 0f an0ther kind?
Must I at length the sw0rd 0f justice draw?
0h curst effects 0f necessary law!
H0w ill my fear they by my mercy scan,
Beware the fury 0f a patient man.
Law they require, let law then sh0w her face;
They c0uld n0t be c0ntent t0 l00k 0n grace,
Her hinder parts, but with a daring eye
T0 tempt the terr0r 0f her fr0nt, and die.
By their 0wn arts ’tis righte0usly decreed,
Th0se dire artificers 0f death shall bleed.
Against themselves their witnesses will swear,
Till viper-like their m0ther pl0t they tear:
And suck f0r nutriment that bl00dy g0re
Which was their principle 0f life bef0re.
Their Belial with the Belzebub will fight;
Thus 0n my f0es, my f0es shall d0 me right:
N0r d0ubt th’event: f0r facti0us cr0wds engage
In their first 0nset, all their brutal rage;
Then, let ’em take an unresisted c0urse:
Retire and traverse, and delude their f0rce:
But when they stand all breathless, urge the fight,
And rise up0n ’em with red0ubled might:
F0r lawful p0w’r is still superi0r f0und,
When l0ng driv’n back, at length it stands the gr0und.

He said. Th’ Almighty, n0dding, gave c0nsent;
And peals 0f thunder sh00k the firmament.
Hencef0rth a series 0f new time began,
The mighty years in l0ng pr0cessi0n ran:
0nce m0re the g0d-like David was rest0r’d,
And willing nati0ns knew their lawful l0rd.