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SECTION XLI. OF AMBITIOUS FOOLS.
Ambition's but the glutton of the mind;
That gorges worlds, and yet sighs out for more,
As famous Alexander did of yore.
Which unsupported reaches to the sky;
A flight that none but fools or madmen take,
Who in ascending wish their necks to break.
That hoodwinks sense, and blinds the keenest sight;
A specious phantom, deck'd in all that's fair,
Which when embrac'd evaporates in air.
While wish'd for matchless, when possess'd but naught;
'Tis sunshine, darkness,—gold and worthless dross,
The wise man's scarecrow, and the ideot's loss .
L'ENVOY OF THE POET.
Weigh thy pursuits, nor trust the golden toy,That only lures thy fancy to admire;
The drunkard's pastime's visionary joy,
The ignis fatuus but a specious fire.
The folly of this renowned chief is handed down to us, who blubbered in sooth, because he had no more worlds to conquer, or rather because be could cut no more throats; for I should like to know, if these great men, your Cæsars, Hannibals, Pompeys, &c. &c. were any other than a set of licensed robbers and murderers; therefore, well has a reverend divine said,
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctify'd the crime.
It is of little consequence, whether or not the poet had his eye upon Shakspeare's simile in the above line, as the beauty of our dramatist's words it is hoped, will plead the annotator's excuse for their introduction here:
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upwards turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.
With all deference to the ideas of our bard, I must nevertheless alter a word in one of the lines given by him to King Richard,
I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
A famous ------ who might truly be denominated the modern Semiramis of the north, was a striking instance of ambitious folly, who did not scruple to connive at the murder of her own husband, as soon as she had grasped the reins of power: neither can I forget to instance the famous Cromwell, in England, who, after the publication of Colonel Titus's work entitled Killing no Murder, was in such a constant state of apprehension as to drive his own coach in disguise, fearful of assassination; while at the same time, he nightly changed his bedchamber, to evade the blow of the assassin.
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