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What noble vanities, what moral flights,
Glittering through their romantic wisdom's page,

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Make us, at once, despise them, and admire!
Fable is flat to these high-season'd sires;
They leave the' extravagance of song below.
“Flesh shall not feel; or, feeling, shall enjoy
The dagger or the rack; to them alike
A bed of roses, or the burning bull.”
In men exploding all beyond the grave,
Strange doctrine, this!—As doctrine it was strange;
But not, as prophecy; for such it proved,
And, to their own amazement, was fulfill'd:
They feign'd a firmness Christians need not feign.
The Christian truly triumph'd in the flame;
The Stoic saw, in double wonder lost,
(Wonder at them, and wonder at himself,)
To find the bold adventures of his thought
Not bold, and that he strove to lie in vain.