But not to be always running back to the Antients, let us have Recourse to the Moderns, particularly _Quillet_, and we shall find something in this Kind of Thinking. _Tons. Callip._ p. 72. _As far as thou may'st Nature's Depths explore Still inexhaustible, thou find'st the Store; Thee let the Order she observes suffice, What Laws controul our Earth, and what the Skies. Mark how a thousand starry Orbs on high Around the Void with equal Motion fly; Mark how the huge Machine one Order keeps, And how the Sun th' Etherial Champian sweeps. Both Earth and Air with genial Heat he warms, Gives ev'ry Grace, and every Beauty forms; Whether around the lazy Globe he rolls. Or Earth is whirl'd about him on her Poles; God is the Mover, God the living Soul, That made, that acts, that animates the Whole. Hence with thy Atoms, Epicurus; hence: Was all this wond'rous Frame the Sport of Chance! Of Solids, they, 'tis true, the Matter make, Can Matter from itself its Figure take! Can the bright Order in the World we see, The blind Effect of wanton Fortune be! Did jumbling Atoms form the various Kind Of Beings, or did one Almighty Mind? Guess what you will, you must at last resort To a first Cause, and not to Chance's Sport. This Cause is God--------_ I must not omit this _Noble_ Thought of _Milton_'s: _Then crown'd, again their golden Harps, they took Harps ever tun'd, that glitt'ring by their Side Like Quivers hung, and with Preamble sweet Of charming Symphony, they introduce The sacred Song, and waken Raptures high: No one exempt, no Voice but well cou'd joyn Melodious Part, such Concord is in Heav'n._ Having mention'd so many noble Thoughts in Verse, I shall conclude this Article, with a very plain but very noble one in Prose, the Saying of _Leonidas_ to _Xerxes_: _If you had not been too powerful and too happy, you might have been an honest Man._