[Essay on Man continued. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Epistle i. Line 95. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, Epistle i. Line 111. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Epistle i. Line 123. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Epistle i. Line 200. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! 1 Much like a subtle spider which doth sit, Sir John Davies (1570–1626), The Immortality of the Soul. And their own web from their own entrails spin; Dryden, Mariage à la Mode, Act ii. Sc. L Essay on Man continued.] Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide!1 Epistle i. Line 225. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. Epistle i. Line 267. Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, Epistle i. Line 289. 1 Compare Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel, Part i. Line 163. "Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ fuit." Seneca, De Tranquillitate Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xxx. 1), Διὰ τί πάντες ὅσοι περιττοὶ γεγόνασιν άνδρες ἢ κατὰ φιλοσοφίαν ἢ πολιτικὴν ἢ ποίησιν ἢ τέχνας φαίνονται μελαγχολικοὶ ὄντες. 2 Whatever is, is in its causes just. Dryden, Edipus, Act iii. Sc. I. [Essay on Man continued. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; Chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd; Epistle ii. Line 13. Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, Epistle ii. Line 63. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Epistle ii. Line 107. And hence one master-passion in the breast, The young disease, that must subdue at length, 1 La vraye science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme. Charron, De la Sagesse, Lib. i. Ch. i. 2 Quelle chimère est-ce donc que l'homme ! quelle nouveauté, quel chaos, quel sujet de contradiction! Juge de toutes choses, imbécile ver de terre, dépositaire du vrai, amas d'incertitude, gloire et rebut de l'univers. — Pascal, Systèmes des Philosophes, xxv. Essay on Man continued.] Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,1 Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age, Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before, Till tir'd he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. Epistle ii. Line 275. Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. Epistle iii. Line 177. Th' enormous faith of many made for one. Epistle iii. Line 242. For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best : For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.2 Epistle iii. Line 303. 1 See Dryden, The Hind and Panther, Line 33. 2 Compare Cowley, On the Death of Crashaw. Essay on Man continued.] In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, Epistle iii. Line 307. O happiness! our being's end and aim! sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die. Epistle iv. Line 1. Order is Heaven's first law. Reason's whole pleasure, all Epistle iv. Line 49. the joys of sense, Lie in three words-health, peace, and compe tence. Epistle iv. Line 79. The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy. Epistle iv. Line 168. Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Epistle iv. Line 193. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello. Epistle iv. Line 203. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. Epistle iv. Line 215. A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man 's the noblest work of God.1 Epistle iv. Line 247. Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart: One self-approving hour whole years outweighs 1 See Fletcher, Upon an Honest Man's Fortune. |