Universal Prayer.

Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.

And deal damnation round the land.

Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;

That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.



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By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.

And bear about the mockery of woe

To midnight dances, and the public show.


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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.

Canto ii. Line 17.

If to her share some female errors fall,

Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

The Rape of the Lock - Continued.

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Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

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At every word a reputation dies.

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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.

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Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.


Prologue, Line 1.

Shut, shut the door, good John.

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E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

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Who pens a stanza when he should engross.

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As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,

I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.

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The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.

Satires of Horace - Continued.

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And he whose fustain's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

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Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.

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Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

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Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.

Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

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Satire 's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.

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There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.*

* See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.

Essay on Man - Continued.

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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,*
As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

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Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.

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Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

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Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

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For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

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O happiness! our being's end and aim!

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Order is Heaven's first law.

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Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words - health, peace, and competence.

*For truth has such a face and such a mien,

As to be loved needs only to be seen.

Hind and Panther. DRYDEN.

Essay on Man-Continued.

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The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.

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Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, — there all the honor lies.

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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.

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What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

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A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;

An honest man 's the noblest work of God.

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Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart:
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas:

And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels

Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.

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If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
Or ravished with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell damned to everlasting fame!

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