The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. IIBrown, Thomas
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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat; vol. II
Brown, Thomas
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delighted in tyranny and blood; and as I had been one of _Pluto_’s
disciples, I taught a sort of philosophy which I had learned, but never
practised. Thus was my throne turn’d into a desk; and my scepter into a
ferula. Heavens! what a shameful metamorphosis was this. But, gentlemen
sycophants, with a murrian to you, I may thank you for it. You, like the
_Cameleon_, can put on any colour, can turn vice into virtue, and virtue
into vice, to deceive your masters; and under the specious pretence of
religion can commit the greatest barbarities. But tho’ under the shelter
of that reverend name, you think all your iniquities undiscovered, so
you possess your prince with the abominable zeal of persecution; yet
heaven sees and detests your hypocrisy, and even men at long-run,
discover the cheat. Oh! ye unworthy enemies of virtue, whose only aim is
to raise your own fortunes upon the ruin of others. How useful are you
to the Devil? You matter it not, provided you compass your desired
ends; if we lay waste the universe, and afterwards become the hate and
scorn of all mankind: As for example, ’tis long of you that I have been
a pedant in _Greece_, and that [41] one of my rank, had he not been
taken to rest, would have been forced to cover his follies under a
stinking cowl, in the lousy convent of _la Trape_. You will not fail, I
know, to applaud all his actions, and say, if he lost all, ’twas only
for obliging his subjects to take the true road to heaven, and give the
title of resignation to meer necessity and compulsion. But is it a
sacrifice to renounce thro’ despair, the grandeur we cannot maintain any
longer? Is it not rather imitating the _animal in the fable_, that
despises the grapes which are out of his reach? But I waste my lungs in
vain, and talk to the deaf: however, if I have been humbled, believe
that you will not always be exalted. ’Tis my comfort that you will one
day be condemned to turn a wheel like _Ixion_, to roll stones like
_Sysiphus_, to be devoured like _Prometheus_, continually thirsty like
_Tantalus_, and to heighten your evils, that you will never lose the
remembrance of those villanies you committed.
_The Answer of the_ News-Mongers _to Young_ DIONYSIUS.
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