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Essay on Man - Continued.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,*
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
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For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
Epistle iv. Line 1.
O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Order is Heaven's first law.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
*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.
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart:
And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,
Essay on Man - -Continued.
Know then this truth (enough for man to know), "Virtue alone is happiness below."
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
Epistle i. Line 135.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
"Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke, Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Epistle ii. Line 15.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Fine by defect and delicately weak.
With too much quickness ever to be taught;
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavor,
Content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
See how the world its veterans rewards!
Oh! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
And mistress of herself, though china fall.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Epistle iii. Line 1.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
But thousands die without or this or that,
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
Extremes in nature equal good produce.
Rise, honest muse! and sing, the man of Ross.
Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
Epistle iv. Line 149.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite