One thinks on Calvin heav'n's own spirit fell,
Another deems him instrument of hell;
If Calvin feel heav'n's blessing or its rod,
This cries, There is, and that, There is no God.140
What shocks one part, will edify the rest,
Nor with one system can they all be bless'd.
The very best will variously incline,
And what rewards your virtue, punish mine.
'Whatever is, is right.'This world, 'tis true,145
Was made for Cæsarbut for Titus too:
And which more bless'd? who chain'd his country, say,
Or he whose virtue sigh'd to lose a day?
'But sometimes virtue starves, while vice is fed.'
What then? Is the reward of virtue bread? 150
That vice may merit; 'tis the price of toil;
The knave deserves it when he tills the soil;
The knave deserves it when he tempts the main,
Where folly fights for kings, or dives for gain.
The good man may be weak, be indolent,155
Nor is his claim to plenty, but content.
But grant him riches, your demand is o'er.
'No—shall the good want health, the good want pow'r?'
Add health, and pow'r, and ev'ry earthly thing;
'Why bounded pow'r? why private? why no king?'
Nay, why external for internal giv'n? 161
Why is not man a god, and earth a heav'n?
Who ask and reason thus will scarce conceive
God gives enough, while he has more to give:
Immense
