Soon their crude notions with each other fought; With outward smiles their flattery I receiv'd, [weigh❜d. Light flew the knowing scale, the doubtful heavy Forc'd by reflective reason, I confess, That human science is uncertain guess. Can thought beyond the bounds of matter climb ? The searcher follows fast; the object faster flies. The little which imperfectly we find, To fruitless search of something yet behind. How narrow limits were to Wisdom given ! Earth she surveys; she thence would measure Heaven: Through mists obscure now wings her tedious way; Remember, that the curs'd desire to know, Book II.PLEASURE. Texts chiefly alluded to in Book II. "I said in my own heart, Go to now, I will prove thee with mirth; therefore enjoy pleasure.' ECCLES. chap. ii. ver. 1. "I made me great works, I builded me houses, I planted me vineyards.” — Ver. 4. "I made me gardens and orchards; and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits.". Ver. 5. "I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees."— Ver. 6. "Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do and behold all was vanity and vexation of spirit; and there was no profit under the Sun.". Ver. 11. "I gat me men-singers and women-singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.' - Ver. 8. " "I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine, (yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom) and to lay hold on folly, till I might see what was that good for the sons of men, which they should do under Heaven all the days of their life." Ver. 3. "Then I said in my heart, As it happeneth unto the fool, so it happeneth even unto me; and why was I then more wise? Then I said in my heart, that this also is vanity."— Ver. 15. "Therefore I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the Sun is grievous unto me. Ver. 17. "Dead flies cause the ointment to send forth a stinking savour: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honour."— Ch. x. ver. 1. "The memory of the just is blessed, but the memory of the wicked shall rot." - PROVERBS, ch. x. ver. 7. The Argument. Solomon, again seeking happiness, inquires if wealth and greatness can produce it; begins with the magnificence of gardens and buildings, the luxury of music and feasting; and proceeds to the hopes and desires of love. In two episodes are shown the follies and troubles of that passion. Solomon, still disappointed, falls under the temptations o libertinism and idolatry; recovers his thought; reasons aright; and concludes, that, as to the pursuit of pleasure and sensual delight, All is vanity and vexation of spirit. TRY then, O man, the moments to deceive, That from the womb attend thee to the grave: For weary'd Nature find some apter scheme : Health be thy hope, and Pleasure be thy theme. From the perplexing and unequal ways, Where study brings thee; from the endless maze, Which doubt persuades to run, forewarn'd, recede To the gay field and flowery path, that lead To jocund mirth, soft joy, and careless ease: Forsake what may instruct, for what may please; Essay amusing art, and proud expense, And make thy reason subject to thy sense. I commun'd thus: the power of wealth I try'd, And all the various luxe of costly pride; Artists and plans reliev'd my solemn hours; I founded palaces, and planted bowers; Birds, fishes, beasts, of each exotic kind, To trees transferr'd I gave a second birth, The marble brought, erects the spacious dome, On which the planted grove, the pensile garden, grows. The workmen here obey the master's call, A thousand artists show their cunning power, * The murex is a shell-fish, of the liquor whereof a purple colour is made. |