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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62845	Clito a poem on the force of eloquence.	Toland, John, 1670-1722.; W. H.	1700 (1700)	Wing T1764; ESTC R7684	5,862	23

have And into which resolv'd they find a Grave How nothing's lost tho all things change their Form As that 's a Fly which was but now a Worm And Death is only to begin to be Som other thing which endless change shall see Then why should men to dy have so great fear Tho nought's Immortal all Eternal are Whether the Stars be numerous Suns or no And what 's their use above or Pow'r below What Planets are inhabited what not How many new emerg'd what old forgot If the dull Earth dos turn about the Sun Or that bright PHEBUS round this Globe does run Whence the magnetic Force how Winds can blow What makes the Ocean duly ebb and flow How com th'alternat Seasons of the Year And why the Weather 's warm cold dull or clear How Animals and Plants increase their kind And what 's the source of Life of Soul or Mind How Stones and Metals Sands or Shells are fram'd Shall only after me be rightly nam'd Thus quick as Thought I unconfin'd will fly Thro boundless Space and vast Eternity Nature to me appears in no disguize Nor can one Atom scape my prying Eyes O Glorious LIBERTY for thee I 'll prove The firmest Patron that e'er Tongue did move I 'll always execute what you decree And be the fatal scourge of Slavery Ambitious Tyrants proud and useless Drones I 'll first expose then tumble from their Thrones Som their foul Crimes shall expiat by Death And som in Exile draw their hated Breath Their warlike Troops I shall with ease disband And conquer those who all besides command I 've known a Senat with som magic words To Forks and Spades transform their bloody Swords Those hect'ring Braves who vaunt their Force so loud A Patriot's Tongue can humble with the Crowd Our fearless Youth if these are at an end Will their own Rights by their own Arms defend And punish Nations when they dare offend But by the Soul of him who JULIUS kill'd When I perceive that Oracle fulfill'd Which was to me pronounc'd by men Divine That All gos well when Whigs and Torys join I 'll sing the Triumphs of the good Old Cause Establish Justice reinthrone the Laws Restore the Nation to its perfect health Then Pow'r usurpt destroy and form a Commonwealth BUT what in faint Ideas I conceive A matchless Hero will by Facts atchieve That Freedom he restor'd he will maintain Incourage Merit and leud Vice restrain Our Laws Religion Arms our Coin and Trade All florish under him before decay'd In this more safe more mighty and renown'd Than if ten thousand Successors he crown'd For oft a just and valiant Prince's Name Degenerat Sons by horrid Crimes defame Her BRUTUS Rome had not so long ador'd If he had made himself her Sov'rain Lord. O Godlike BRUTUS for thy Contry's good Thou didst not shrink to shed thy Childrens Blood And sure at home if thou wer 't so severe thou 'dst never labor for a Foren Heir But more than Tongues can speak or Pens improve The World and I expect from WILLIAM's Love His People's Darling Heav'ns peculiar care The Branch of Peace and Thunderbolt of War THRICE happy they who see thy Youth renew'd O potent Britain thy worst Foes subdu'd The proudest Kingdoms for thy Friendship sue And all free States their Safety place in you Their products East and West shall send to thee Both Indys gladly will thy Handmaids be The North unlocks her adamantin Door And what the South conceals thou shalt explore Thy mighty Fleets our Honor will regain And the Flag 's Triumph e'ery where maintain Thy Sons shall reap fresh Laurels near and far Umpires of Peace and Leaders still in War High Heaven alone shall o'er thy Buildings sway And that alone be fairer thought than they Submissive Kings shall on thy Senat wait While Nations thence expect to hear their Fate Let Learning then and Manners be thy care The Proud to humble the Distress'd to spare And to free those who slavish Fetters wear BUT what if Tyrants ne'er were heard of more What serves it equal Freedom to restore So long as other Monsters worse than they Rule all Mankind with a despotic Sway These are fit Objects of a Hero's rage But where 's the HERC'LES to redeem the Age NO longer thus the World shall be misled By him that 's falsly call'd th' unerring Head His Triple Crown I scornfully will spurn And his proud Seat to heaps of Rubbish turn Fright all his Vassals into Dens and Caves Then smoak to death the sacrilegious Slaves The swarming Herds of crafty Priests and Monks The Female Orders of Religious Punks Cardinals Patriarchs Metropolitans Franciscans Iesuits Dominicans And such like barbarous Names Ecclesiastic Such superstitious villanous fantastic Coz'ning Rogues I 'll evermore disturb Sense shall their Doctrins Force their Malice curb Nor will I here desist all Holy Cheats Of all Religions shall partake my Threats Whether with sable Gowns they show their Pride Or under Cloaks their Knavery they hide Or whatsoe'er disguise they chuse to wear To gull the People while their Spoils they share As much as we revere those worthy men Who teach what 's peaceful necessary plain So much we shou'd such Hypocrits impeach As only Jargon Strife and Impire preach RELIGION's safe with PRIESTCRAFT is the War All Friends to Priestcraft Foes of Mankind are Their impious Fanes and Altars I 'll o'erthrow And the whole Farce of their feign'd Saintship show Their pious Tricks disclose their murd'ring Zeal And all their awful Mysterys reveal Their lying Prophets and their jugling Thieves Discredit quite their foolish Books as Leaves From Trees in Autumn fall I 'll scatter wide And show those Fables which they fain wou'd hide WHEN I 've perform'd these Feats new Danger calls From Earth I 'll soar and scale high Heaven's Walls To pull false Gods from thence that Men may see There 's but one true all-perfect DEITY Sound Reason is the Law that likes him best Of Good and Ill the never-erring Test. His sacred Temple's e'ery good Man's Heart Where his choice Gifts he freely dos impart But they deserve and share his first Applause Who stake their Lives in their dear Contry's Cause An honest Mind is the best Pray'r he needs Paid with good Works for him no Victim bleeds With Forms and Postures he is never pleas'd Nor is his Wrath with Bribes to be appeas'd But happy in himself he neither wants Ought we can give nor greater Blessings grants Than solid Sense and an industrious Pain Riches with this Wisdom with that to gain FROM this high Steep with hasty flight I 'll bend And to the Bosom of the Earth descend To those dark Shades I 'll introduce the day And the vain Terrors of HELL's Court display But wicked Deeds shall not unpunish'd go Tho not as Priests and Poets falsly show Those Old-wives Tales imaginary Fears The Cause of Horror and the Source of Tears I 'll soon destroy extinguish all their Flames Dry up their Rivers break their ratling Chains Poison their Serpents fright each hideous Form Cerberus choak and PLUTO's Castle storm Legions of Fiends to Atoms I 'll reduce And leave bad Men no Temter for excuse But such leud Thoughts as their vain Fancy draws Rebels to Reason's just and easy Laws The best Repentance is to sin no more And to the Owners what they 've lost restore Hell 's always flaming in a Villain 's Mind Who 's self-condemn'd abhor'd of all Mankind And still suspicious of a Fo behind VIRTUE 's its own Reward nor Rage of Foes Nor Frowns of Friends can Virtue discompose Tho Malice Fraud and Envy may combine Spite of their Fury Innocence will shine An honest man when thousands treat him ill His conscious Virtue will support him still Till undeceiv'd the World repairs his Fame Life yields him Honor Death a glorious Name THUS pow'rful Eloquence shall teach the Wise Vile and absurd Inventions to despise And Fools will mend when abler men exhort Or by strict Laws are kept from doing hurt But as no Rule without exception is So Fools in LEARNING com not under this For neither Brains nor Books make them improve Nor Laws restrain so much they Mischief love The easiest things they speak in Terms uncouth And emty notions hug for solid Truth Sworn Foes to Reason whose resistless Light Condemns their Pride and Ignorance to Night Slaves to Authority the Bane of Schools Because all Times have Precedents for Fools If in right ways I cannot such direct I 'll spoil their Trade their Vanity detect As sick men order'd by their Doctors Bills To breath that Air which quickly cures or kills So shall my Words like Thunderbolts be hurl'd And will confound or mend the erring World BUT when from Cares and public Business free Bright VICTORINA my lov'd Theme shall be The softest Words the sweetest Things will tell And all I write or speak be fine and well When she inspires I must great things pursue If she approv'd what Wonders cou'd I do I shou'd than all to com discover more And would eclipse those Lights which shin'd before But her dear Image calms my raging Breast All should be still to lodg so fair a Guest Who hating me I 'm curst or loving ever blest THVS far I spoke and CLITO all approv'd Except what last was said of her I lov'd He did not blame my Passion and allow'd A virtuous Woman's Heart might well be woo'd But that her Hate like other Ills the Wise Shou'd soften first or missing that despise For Cowards lose by a too quick Despair What 's gain'd by nobler Souls who persevere And in Success or Merit Victors are WE part and each went where he wish'd to be I to my Study to his Garden He. FINIS JUSTUM tenacem propositi virum Non civium Ardor prava jubentium Non vultus instantis Tyranni Mente quatit solida neque Auster Dux inquieti infidus Adriae Nec fulminantis magna Jovis manus Si fractus illabatur orbis Impavidum ferient ruinae Horat. lib. 3. od 3.