Puslapio vaizdai

Teach us to mourn our na

nature, not to mend,
A sharp accuser, but a helpless friend ! ! !
Or from a judge turn pleader, to persuade
The choice we make, or justify it inade ;
Proud of an easy conquest all along,
She but removes weak paffions for the strong:
So, when small humours gather to a gout,
The doctor fancies he has driv'n them out.

Yes, Nature's road must ever be preferr'd;
Reason is here no guide, but still a guard;
"Tis heřs to rectify, not overthrow,
And treat this passion more as friend than foe: 1.
A mightier pow'r the strong direction sends,
And lev'ral men impels to sev'ral ends:
Like varying winds by other paflions toft,
This drives them constant to a certain coast.
Let pow'r or knowlege, gold or glory, please,
Or (oft more strong than all) the love of ease;
Thro life 'tis follow'd, ev'niat life's expence;
The merchant's toil, the fage's indolence,
The monk's humility, the hero's pride,
All, all alike, find Reason on their side, oh
Th' eternal art educing good from ill,


Grafts on this passion our best principles
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix!d, but
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd;
The dross cements what else were too refin'd, the
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As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care,
On savage stocks inserted, learn to bear :
The fureft virtues thus from paffions shoot, 130
Wild Nature's vigor working at the root.
What crops of wit and honesty appear
From spleen, from obftinacy, hate, or fear

See anger, zeal and fortitude fupply;
Ev'n av'ríce, prudence ; floth, philosophy;
Lust, thro' some certain strainers well refin'd,

at Is gentle love, and charms all womankind; Pui Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, era una Is emulation in the learn'd or brave; Nor virtue, male or femalé, can we name, a But what will grow on príde, or grow on shame. Pilti

Thus Nature gives us (let it check our pride.) 3.1.11 The virtue nearest to our vice ally'd:


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Reason the byas turns to good from ill,
And Nero reigns a Titus, if he will. .
The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline,
In Decius charms, in Curtius is divine :
The same ambition can destroy or save,
And makes a patriot as it makes a knave.

This light and darkness in our chaos join'd,
What shall divide ? The God within the mind.

Extremes in Nature equal ends produce,
In man they join to some mysterious ufe ;
Tho' each by turns the other's bounds invade,
As, in fame well-wrought picture, light and shade,
And oft so mix, the diff'rence is too nice
Where ends the Virtue, or begins the Vice.

Fools! who from hence into the notion fall,
That Vice or Virtue there is none at all.
If white and black blend, soften, and unite
A thousand ways, is there no black or white ?
Ask your own heart, and nothing is so plain ;
'Tis to mistake them, costs the time and pain.

Vice is a monster of fo frightful mien,
As, to be bated, needs but to be seen ;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
But where th extreme of vice, was ne'er agreed:
Ask where's the North ? at York, 'tis on the Tweed;
In Scotland at the Orcades; and there,
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
No creature owns it in the first degree,
But thinks his neighbour further gone than he ;
Ev'n those who dwell beneath its very zone,
Or never feel the rage, or never own;
What happier natures fhrink at with affright,
The hard inhabitant contends is right.

Virtuous and vicious ev'ry man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree
The rogue and fcol by fits is fair and wise:
And ev'n the best, by fits, what they despise.
'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill;

For, vice or virtue, self directs it ftill;
Each individual feeks a sev'ral goal;
But Heav'n's great view is one, and that the whole:
That counter-works each folly and caprice ;
That disappoints th' effect of ev'ry vice;
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That happy frailties to all ranks apply'd';
Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride, B
Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief,
To kings presumption, and to crowds belief:
That Virtue's ends from vanity can raise,
Which seeks no int'reft, no reward but praise ;
And build on wants, and on defects of mind,
The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind.

Heav'n forming each on other to depend, en
A master, or a fervant, or a friend,
Bids each on other for affistance call,
'Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
Wants, frailties, paffions, closer still ally
The common int'reft, or endear the tie. es
To these we owe true friendship, love fincere,
Each home-felt joy that life inherits here;
Yet from the fame we learn, in its decline,
Those joys, those loves, those int'refts to resign ;
Taught half by reason, half by mere decay,
To welcome death, and calmly pass away.

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbour with him felf.
The learn'd is happy nature to explore, 310
The fool is happy that he knows no more ;
The rich is happy in the plenty giv'n,
The poor contents him with the care of Heav'n.
See the blind beggar dance, the cripple fing,
The sot a hero, lunatic a king;
The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely bleft, the poet in his muse.

See some strange comfort ev'ry ftate attend,
And pride bestow'd on all, a common friend :
Sée some fit passion ev'ry age fupply,
Hope travels thro', nor quits us when we die.

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law,
Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw:
Some livelier play-thing gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite :
Scarfs, garters, gold, ainufe his riper ftage,
And beads and pray'r books are the toys of age :
Pleas'd, with this bauble ftill, as that before ;
'Tilf tir'd he sleeps, and Life's poor play is o'er.
Mean-while Opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days ;


Each want of happiness by Hope supply'd,
And each vacuity

of sense by Pride :
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy ;
In folly's cup ftill laughs the bubble, joy ;
One prospect loft, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is giv'n in vain ;
Ev'n mean Self-love becomes, by forçe divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine,
See! and confess, one comfort ftill must rise ;
'Tis this, Tho' Man's a fool, yet GOD IS WISE.


OOK round our World ; behold the chain of Love

Combining all below and all above.
See plastic Nature working to this end,
The single atoms each to other tend,
Attract, attracted to, the next in place
Form'd and impell'd its neighbour to embrace.
See Matter next, with various life endu'd,
Press to one centre ftill, the gen'ral Good.
See dying vegetables life fustain,
See life diffolving vegetate again ;
-All forms that perish other forms supply,
(By turns we catch the vital breath, and die)
Like bubbles on the sea of Matter borne,
They rise, they break, and to that sea return;
Nothing is foreign ; Parts relate to whole ;
One all-extending, all-preserving Soul
Connects each being, greatest with the least;
Made Beast in aid of Man, and Man of Beaft;
All serv'd, all serving : nothing stands alone;
The chain holds on, and where it ends, unknown.

Has God, thou fool, work'd solely for thy good,
Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food?
Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn,
For him as kindly spread the fow'ry lawn :
Is it for thee the lark afcends and fings?
Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ?
Loves of his own and raptures (well the note,

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The bounding steed you pompously bestride,
Shares with his lord 'the pleasure and the pride.
Is thine alone the feed that strews the plain?
The birds of heav'n Thall vindicate their grain.
Thine the full harvest of the golden year?
Part pays, and justly, the deserving steer :

ind The hog, that plows not, nor obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.

Know, Nature's children shall divide her care;
The fur that warms a monarch, warm’d a bear.
While Man exclaims, “ See all things for my use !"
“ See man for mine !” replies a pamper'd goose :
And juft as short of reason He must fall,
Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.

OR think, in Nature's STATE they blindly trod;

The state of Nature was the reign of God:
Self-love and Social at her birth began,
Union the bond of all things, and of Man.
Pride then was not; nor Arts, that Pride to aid ;
fvlan walk'd with beast, joint tenant of the shade;
The same his table, and the same his bed
No murder cloath'd him, and no murder fed.
In the same temple, the refounding wood,
All vocal beings hymn’d their equal God:
The shrine with gore unftain'd, with gold undrest,
Unbrib’d, unbloody, stood the blameless priest :
Heav'n's Attribute was Universal Care,
And man's prerogative, to rule, but spare.
Ah! how unlike the man of times to come!
Of half that live the butcher and the tomb;
Who, foe to Nature, hears the gen’ral groan,
Murders their species, and betrays his own.
But just disease to luxury fucceeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds ;
The fury-paffions from that blood began,
And turn on Man, a fiercer savage, Man.
REASON instructed by INSTINCT in the Invention

of Arts, and in Forms of Society. [Pope.]
EE him from Nature rising flow to Art!
To copy Instinct then was Reason's part;



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