The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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CXXXVIII. 1 Samuel, Chap. XXV. from Ver. 2. to Ver. 42.
Nabal's churlishness: Abigail wisely pacifies David.
Unhappy, who above the Vulgar born,
When to rich Churls oblig'd, and made their Scorn;
No Worth but Wealth, no Shame but Want they own,
Pity and Gratitude alike unknown.
No Mirth but Drunkenness; in Store unbless'd,
For half the Year they starve to make one Miser's Feast.
When to rich Churls oblig'd, and made their Scorn;
No Worth but Wealth, no Shame but Want they own,
Pity and Gratitude alike unknown.
No Mirth but Drunkenness; in Store unbless'd,
For half the Year they starve to make one Miser's Feast.
Such Nabal was, the Scandal and Disgrace
Of Judah's Line, and Caleb's gen'rous Race.
On Carmel's Fields, and Maon's shady Rocks
He browz'd his Goats, and fed his num'rous Flocks.
To him the beauteous Abigail was ty'd,
In harsh unequal Bands, condemn'd his Bride;
Yet she his Faults cou'd bear and cover too,
And liv'd as well as Nabal's Wife cou'd do.
Of Judah's Line, and Caleb's gen'rous Race.
On Carmel's Fields, and Maon's shady Rocks
He browz'd his Goats, and fed his num'rous Flocks.
To him the beauteous Abigail was ty'd,
In harsh unequal Bands, condemn'd his Bride;
Yet she his Faults cou'd bear and cover too,
And liv'd as well as Nabal's Wife cou'd do.
'Twas now the time when all his fleecy Train,
To recompence their Master's yearly Pain,
In bleating Droves forsook the verdant Plain;
Whom first the purging crystal Streams receive,
And then their woolly Robes they gladly leave:
The Day well-worn the sweating Shearers rest,
And at long Tables every rustic Guest
Sits down confus'd at Nabal's crowded Feast:
A hundred Sheep in his own Pastures fed,
With twenty Beeves from ranker Bashan led,
Loaded his Boards; yet cou'd he nothing spare
For Heav'n, no Stranger was, or Levite there:
David in vain expects his Feast to share;
Tho' while in Maon's spatious Wild he staid,
Nor Wolves, nor Robbers dar'd his Flocks invade.
Nabal well-warm'd with Taunts his Men receives,
And only Language like himself he gives.
Th'affronted Hero bids his Troops prepare,
They gird their Swords and hasten to the War.
What pass'd, to prudent Abigail unknown,
Who from the drunken Feast retir'd alone.
(Happy her Sex, from Noise and Nonsence free,
In the calm Joys of sober Piety!)
When by her Servants told, with haste she rose,
And down the steep with kind Refreshments goes,
T'appease the angry Chief; surpriz'd they meet,
She kneels and throws herself at David's Feet;
Then with soft Words, and artful Praises joyn'd,
Disarm'd, at once, and pleas'd his gen'rous Mind:
He dropp'd his Sword, and with attention hung
On every charming Accent of her Tongue:
Her grateful Present smiling he receives,
And Nabal, churlish Nabal's self forgives:
So wou'd not Heav'n, for soon by sudden Death,
Th'unhospitable Wretch resigns his Breath:
His Farms, his Flocks, his useless hoarded Store,
His Fields, his Vines, his spatious Grange, and more,
The beauteous Abigail compell'd he leaves,
Who Freedom by her Gaoler's Death receives;
And when a Widow's decent Tears she'd shed,
Is, by a happy Change, preferr'd to David's Bed.
To recompence their Master's yearly Pain,
In bleating Droves forsook the verdant Plain;
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And then their woolly Robes they gladly leave:
The Day well-worn the sweating Shearers rest,
And at long Tables every rustic Guest
Sits down confus'd at Nabal's crowded Feast:
A hundred Sheep in his own Pastures fed,
With twenty Beeves from ranker Bashan led,
Loaded his Boards; yet cou'd he nothing spare
For Heav'n, no Stranger was, or Levite there:
David in vain expects his Feast to share;
Tho' while in Maon's spatious Wild he staid,
Nor Wolves, nor Robbers dar'd his Flocks invade.
Nabal well-warm'd with Taunts his Men receives,
And only Language like himself he gives.
Th'affronted Hero bids his Troops prepare,
They gird their Swords and hasten to the War.
What pass'd, to prudent Abigail unknown,
Who from the drunken Feast retir'd alone.
(Happy her Sex, from Noise and Nonsence free,
In the calm Joys of sober Piety!)
When by her Servants told, with haste she rose,
And down the steep with kind Refreshments goes,
T'appease the angry Chief; surpriz'd they meet,
She kneels and throws herself at David's Feet;
Then with soft Words, and artful Praises joyn'd,
Disarm'd, at once, and pleas'd his gen'rous Mind:
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On every charming Accent of her Tongue:
Her grateful Present smiling he receives,
And Nabal, churlish Nabal's self forgives:
So wou'd not Heav'n, for soon by sudden Death,
Th'unhospitable Wretch resigns his Breath:
His Farms, his Flocks, his useless hoarded Store,
His Fields, his Vines, his spatious Grange, and more,
The beauteous Abigail compell'd he leaves,
Who Freedom by her Gaoler's Death receives;
And when a Widow's decent Tears she'd shed,
Is, by a happy Change, preferr'd to David's Bed.
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