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Shall I be paid with counters ? An old square new vamped up! a fountain ! an aqueduct! Are these acquisitions to brag of' Cast your eye upon the magistrate, under whose ministry you boast these precious improvements, Behold the despicable creature, raised, all at once, from dirt to opulence; from the lowest obscurity to the highest hon
Have not some of these upstarts built private houses and seats vieing with the inost sumptuous of our public palaces! And how have their fortunes and their power increased, but as the cominonwealth has been ruined and impoverished ?
To what are we to impute these disorders; and to what cause assign the decay of a state so powerful and flourishing in past times ? --The reason is plain-The servant is now become the master. The magistrate was then subm servient to the people; punishments and rewards were properties of the people; all honours, dignities, and preferments, were disposed by the voice and favour of the people: but the magistrate, now, has usurped the right of the people, and exercises an arbitrary authority over his ancient and natural lord. You miserable people! (the meanwpile, without money, without friends) from being the ruler, are become the servant; from being the master, the dependent; happy that these governors, into whose hands you have thus resigned your own power, are so good and so gracious as to continue your poor allowance to see plays,
Believe me, Athenians, if, recovering from this lethargy, you would assume the ancient freedom and spirit of your fathers; if you would be your own soldiers and your own commanders, confiding no longer your affairs in foreign or mercenary hands; if you would charge yourselves with your own defence, employing abroad, for the public, what you waste in unprofitable pleasures at home; the world might, once more, behold you making a figure worthy of Athenians.-" You would have us then, you say, do service in our armies, in our own persons; and, for so doing, you would have the pensions we receive in tiine of peace accepted as pay in time of war. Is it thus we are to understand you?". Yes, Athenians, 'tis my plain meaning. I would make it a standing rule, that no person, great or little, should be the better for the public money, who should grudge to emplog it for the public service. Are we in peace the public is charged with your subsistence. Are we in war, er under a pecessity, at this time, to enter into a war?
let your gratitude oblige you to accept, as pay, in defence of your
benefactors, what you receive, in peace, as mere bounty. Thus, without any innovation; without altering or abolishing any thing, but pernicious vovelties, introduced for the encouragement of sloth and idleness, by converting only, for the future, the same funds, for the use of the serviceable, which are spent, at present, upon the unprofitable; you may be well served in your armies ; your troops regularly paid; justice duly administered; the public revenues reformed and increased; and every member of the commonwealth, rendered useful to his country, according to his age and ability, without any further burden to the state.
This, O men of Athens; is what my duty prompted me to represent to you upon this occasion.-May the gods inspire you to determine upon such measures, as may be most expedient, for the particular and general good of our country!
XII.-Jupiter to the inferior Deities, forbidding them to
take any part in the contention between the Greeks and Trojans. AURORA, now,
fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn ; When Jove conven'd the senate of the skies, Where high Olympus' cloudy tops arise. The sire of gods his awful silence broke ; The heavens, attentive, trembled as he spoke : ** Celestial states ! Immortal gods ! give ear ; Hear our decree; and'rev'rence what ye hear: The fix'd decree, which not all heaven can move : Thou Fate fulfil it, and ye powers approve. What god shall enter yon forbidden field, Who yields assistance, or but wills to yield ; Back to the skies, with shame he shall be driv'n, Gash'd with dishonest wounds, the scorn of heaven :: Or, from our sacred hill, with fury thrown, Deep in the dark Tartarean gulf sball groan; With burning chains fix'd to the brazen floors, And lock'd by hell's inexorable doors : As far beneath th' infernal centre hurld, As from that centre to th' etherial world. Let each, submissive, dread those dire abodes, Nor tempt the vengeance of the God of gods. League all your forces, thien, ye powers above ; Your strength unite against the might of Jove. Let down our golden everlasting chain, Whose strong embrace holds heaven, and earth and main.
Strive, all of mortal and immortal birth,
And such are men, and gods, compard to Jove.”.
Sack of Troy.
'Twas now the dead of night, when sleep repairs
“O light of Trojans, and support of Troy, Thy father's champion, and thy country's joy!. O long expected by thy friends! From whence Art thiou so late returu'd to our defence ? Alas! what wounds are these? What new disgrace Deforms the many honours of thy face?"
The spectre, groaning from his inmost breast, This warning, in these mournful words express'd.
Haste, goddess born! Escape, by timely flight, The flames and horrors of this fatal night; Thy foes already have possess'd our wall; Troy nods from bigh, and totters to her full. Enough is paid to Priam's royal name, Enough to country, and to deathless fames
Now peals of shouts came thund'ring from afar,
New clamors and new clangors now arise,
Pantheus, Apollo's priest, a sacred name,
“What hope, O Pantheus? whither can we run ?
Who fights meets death ; and death finds him who fies." XIV.–Moloch, the fallen Angel, to the infernal Powers,
inciting them to renew the War. MY sentence is for open war.
Of wiles More unexpert, I boast not; then let those
Contrive who need; or when they need, not now.
find, To our destruction ; if there be in hell, Fear to be worse destroy'd: What can be worse Than to dwell here, driven out from bliss, condemn'd* In this abhorred deep to utter woe ; Where pain of unextinguishable fire, Must exercise us without hope of end, The vassals of his anger, when the scourge Inexorable, and the tort'ring hour Calls us to penance ? More destroy'd than thus We should be quite abolish'd and expire. What fear we then ? What doubt we to incense His utmost ire? Which to the height enrag'd, Will either quite consume us, and reduce To nothing this essential, (happier far, Than miserable, to have eternal being) Or if our substance be indeed divine, And cannot cease to be, we are at worst On this side nothing ; and by proof we feel Our power sufficient to disturb this heaven, And with perpetual inroads to alarm, Though inaccessible, his fatal throne: Which if not victory, is yet revenge.