From thence thy kindred legions may'st thou bring, To aid the guardian angel of thy king. Here stop, my muse; here cease thy painful flight; No pinions can pursue immortal height: Tell good Barzillai thou canst sing no more, And tell thy soul she should have fled before: Or fled she with his life, and left this verse To hang on her departed patron's hearse? Now take thy steepy flight from heaven, and see If thou canst find on earth another he: Another he would be too hard to find; See then whom thou canst see not far behind. Zadoc the priest,[282] whom, shunning power and place, His lowly mind advanced to David's grace. With him the Sagan[283] of Jerusalem, Of hospitable soul, and noble stem; Him of the western dome,[284] whose weighty sense Flows in fit words, and heavenly eloquence. The prophet's sons, by such example led, To learning and to loyalty were bred: For colleges on bounteous kings depend, And never rebel was to arts a friend. To these succeed the pillars of the laws; Who best can plead, and best can judge a cause. Next them a train of loyal peers ascend; Sharp-judging Adriel,[285] the muses friend, Himself a muse: in Sanhedrim's debate, True to his prince, but not a slave of state: Whom David's love with honours did adorn, That from his disobedient son were torn. Jotham, of piercing wit, and pregnant thought,[286] Endued by nature, and by learning taught, To move assemblies, who but only tried The worse a-while, then chose the better side: Nor chose alone, but turned the balance too; So much the weight of one brave man can do. Hushai, the friend of David in distress; In public storms, of manly stedfastness;[287] By foreign treaties he informed his youth, And joined experience to his native truth. His frugal care supplied the wanting throne; Frugal for that, but bounteous of his own: 'Tis easy conduct when exchequers flow, But hard the task to manage well the low; For sovereign power is too depressed or high, When kings are forced to sell, or crowds to buy. Indulge one labour more, my weary muse, For Amiel; who can Amiel's praise refuse?[288] Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yet In his own worth, and without title great: The Sanhedrim long time as chief he ruled, Their reason guided, and their passion cooled: So dexterous was he in the crown's defence, So formed to speak a loyal nation's sense, That, as their band was Israel's tribes in small, So fit was he to represent them all. Now rasher charioteers the seat ascend, Whose loose careers his steady skill commend: They, like the unequal ruler of the day, Misguide the seasons, and mistake the way; While he, withdrawn, at their mad labours smiles, And safe enjoys the sabbath of his toils.