The grand administration of the whole, Just as to states, defective as to men: In danger he; nor is the nation safe, What hence results? a truth that should resound For ever awful in Britannia's ear: 'Religion crowns the statesman and the man, And truth, plain truth, is welcome to the wise. October, 1745. THE FORCE OF RELIGION; OR, VANQUISHED LOVE. A Poem. IN TWO BOOKS. Dedication to the Countess of Salisbury. MADAM, THE nature of my subject pointed out my patroness, and scarce left me the liberty of a choice. I hope it may be some excuse for my presumption, that the following story could not have been read without thoughts of the Countess of Salisbury, though it had been dedicated to another. Virtue and beauty met in the youthful and highborn Lady Jane Gray, in a wonderful perfection; and, as their nature is, they mutually assisted each other. Her beauty was more beautiful, because she was virtuous; nor am I afraid to say, on the other hand, that her religion itself admitted of advantage, and received prevalency, as well as lustre from the elegance of her mien, and the gracefulness of her person. Those good men rather wish well to virtue, than understand her true interest, who think too slightly of what is agreeable to the sight. As long as we have passions, as well as reason, we shall own the force of outward appearances: by the misfortune of humanity, our hearts are naturally shut against that which is only good; but when that which is lovely joins with it, the latter makes interest with our senses for the admission of the former, and the former calls in our reason to embrace the latter; and thus is brought about a happy union and concurrence of the whole person, so miserably divided usually, and at variance with himself. We e may fix our eyes on a fair example of piety to an utter detestation of our vices, and gaze ourselves into a newness of life. Hence arises a double obligation on the beautiful, to be good; and to see the charms of mind and person separated, becomes a too just occasion of our concern. To behold a person only virtuous, stirs in us a prudent regret; to behold a person only amiable to the sight, warms us with a religious indignation; but to turn our eyes on a Countess of Salisbury, gives us pleasure and improvement; it works a sort of miracle, occasions the bias of our nature to fall off from sin, and makes our very senses and affections converts to religion, and promoters of our duty. There is not in nature a more glorious scene than he enjoys, who by accident oversees a great and young and beautiful lady in her closet of devotion; instead of gaiety, and noise, and throng, so natural to the qualities just mentioned, all is solemn, and silent, and private. Pious meditation has carried her away into a forgetfulness of her lovely person, which no one but herself can forget! All her ex quisite features are animated with religion in such a manner, as to make any licentious thought in the beholder impious and shocking! All her motions and postures (whose gracefulness in others might be a foundation for pride, and be thought an excuse for omissions in duty) are full of humiliation and pious neglect! Those eyes, which cannot be showed in public without interrupting the business of the world, fixing thousands in attention, and suspending the pursuits of avarice and ambition, are devoutly raised, and importunately fastened on an invisible object; offering holy violence for those good things, the thoughts of which in vulgar minds keep company, for the most part, with nothing but wrinkles, gray hairs, and infirmity. What a radiant glimpse of heaven is this! All the divine and ravishing appearances which are formed of angels and saints in glory, were at first suggested to the mind of man by such a sight. They who are acquainted with the character of the Lady Jane, will not look on this as foreign; they that are not, but have the honour of knowing the Countess of Salisbury, will make another sufficient excuse for this seeming digression of, MADAM, Your most obedient and most humble servant, EDWARD YOUNG, |