Now ev’ry different Sect agrees Against their common adversary the disease, And all their little wranglings cease; The _Pythagoreans_ from their precepts swerve, No more their silence they observe, Out of their Schools they run, Lament, and cry, and groan; They now desir’d their Metempsychosis; Not onely do dispute, but wish That they might turn to beasts, or fowls, or fish. If the _Platonicks_ had been here, They would have curs’d their Masters year, When all things shall be as they were, When they again the same disease should bear: And all Philosophers would now, What the great _Stagyrite_ shall do, Themselves into the waters head-long throw. XXIX. The _Stoick_ felt the deadly stroke, At first assault their courage was not broke, They call’d to all the Cobweb aid, Of rules and precepts, which in store they had, They bid their hearts stand out, Bid them be calm and stout; But all the strength of precepts will not do’t. They cannot the storms of passions now asswage, As common men are angry, grieve, and rage. The Gods are called upon in vain, The Gods gave no release unto their pain, The Gods to fear even for themselves began. For now the sick unto the Temples came, And brought more than a holy flame, There at the Altars made their prayer, They sacrific’d and died there, A sacrifice not seen before; That Heaven, onely us’d unto the gore Of Lambs or Bulls, should now Loaded with Priests see its own Altars too. XXX. The woods gave fun’ral piles no more, The dead the very fire devour, And that almighty Conqueror over-power. The noble and the common dust Into each others graves are thrust, No place is sacred, and no tomb, ’Tis now a priviledge to consume; Their ashes no distinction had; Too truly all by death are equal made. The Ghosts of those great Heroes that had fled From _Athens_ long since banished, Now o’re the City hovered; Their anger yielded to their love, They left th’ immortal joyes above; So much their _Athens_ danger did them move, They came to pity and to aid, But now alas! were quite dismay’d, When they beheld the marbles open lay’d, And poor mens bones the noble Urns invade: Back to the blessed seats they went, And now did thank their banishment, By which they were to die in forreign Countries sent. XXXI.