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PARADOX.
That Ambition, or the Desire of Rule and Superiority, is a Virtue.
This is a Truth so certain, and so clear,That to the first-born Man it did appear.
Did not the mighty Heir, the noble Cain,
By the fresh Laws of Nature taught, disdain
That, tho a Brother, any one should be
A greater Favorite to God than he?
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The Sheep, which thou didst sacrifice so well.
Since all the fullest Sheaves that I could bring,
Since all were blasted in the Offering;
Lest God should my next Victim too despise,
The acceptable Priest I'll sacrifice.
Hence Coward Fears: for the first Blood so spilt,
As a Reward, he the first City built.
'Twas a Beginning generous and high,
Fit for a Grand-Child of the Deity.
So well advanc'd, 'twas pity there he stay'd;
One step of Glory more he should have made,
And to the utmost bounds of Greatness gone;
Had Adam too been kill'd he might have reign'd alone.
One Brother's Death what do I mean to name?
A small Oblation to Revenge and Fame:
The mighty-soul'd Abimelech, to shew
What for high Place a higher Spirit can do,
Almost a Hecatomb of Brothers slew.
And seventy times in nearest Blood he dy'd
(To make it hold) his Royal Purple Pride.
Why do I name the Lordly Creature Man?
The weak, the mild, the coward Woman can,
When to a Crown she cuts her sacred way,
All that oppose with Manlike Courage slay.
So Athaliah, when she saw her Son,
And with his Life her dearer Greatness gone,
With a Majestick Fury slaughter'd all,
Whom high Birth might to high Pretences call.
Since he was dead, who all her Power sustain'd,
Resolv'd to reign alone: Resolv'd and reign'd.
In vain her Sex, in vain the Laws withstood,
In vain the sacred Plea of David's Blood.
A noble and a bold Contention she
(One Woman) undertook with Destiny:
She to pluck down, Destiny to uphold
(Oblig'd by holy Oracles of old)
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Till 'twas at last an equal Wager grown,
Scarce Fate, with much ado, the better got by one.
Tell me not she her self at last was slain;
Did she not first seven Years, a Life-time reign?
Seven Royal Years to a publick Spirit will seem
More than the private Life of a Methusalem.
'Tis God-like to be great; and as they say,
A thousand Years to God are but a Day:
So to a Man, when once a Crown he wears,
The Coronation Day's more than a thousand Years.
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