Moral essays, satires, &cJ. French, 1777 - 195 sider |
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Side 12
... Better for us , perhaps , it might appear , Were there all harmony , all virtue here ; That never air or ocean felt the wind , That never paffion discompos'd the mind . But all fubfifts by elemental ftrife ; And paffions are the ...
... Better for us , perhaps , it might appear , Were there all harmony , all virtue here ; That never air or ocean felt the wind , That never paffion discompos'd the mind . But all fubfifts by elemental ftrife ; And paffions are the ...
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... better , or of worse . Oh fons of earth attempt ye ftill to rife , By mountains pil'd on mountains , to the skies ? Heaven ftill with laughter the vain toil furveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raife . Know , all the good that ...
... better , or of worse . Oh fons of earth attempt ye ftill to rife , By mountains pil'd on mountains , to the skies ? Heaven ftill with laughter the vain toil furveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raife . Know , all the good that ...
Side 45
... better fhall we have ? A kingdom of the just then let it be : But first confider how thofe Just agree . The good muft me it God's peculiar care ; But who , but GoD , can tell us who they are ? One thinks on Calvin Heav'n's own Spirit ...
... better fhall we have ? A kingdom of the just then let it be : But first confider how thofe Just agree . The good muft me it God's peculiar care ; But who , but GoD , can tell us who they are ? One thinks on Calvin Heav'n's own Spirit ...
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... Say , at what part of nature will they stand ? What nothing earthly gives , or can destroy , The foul's calm iun - fhine , and the heart - felt joy , Is virtue's prize : A better would you fix ? 46 ESSAY ON MAN . IV . 139 .
... Say , at what part of nature will they stand ? What nothing earthly gives , or can destroy , The foul's calm iun - fhine , and the heart - felt joy , Is virtue's prize : A better would you fix ? 46 ESSAY ON MAN . IV . 139 .
Side 47
Alexander Pope. Is virtue's prize : A better would you fix ? Then give Humility a coach and fix , Juftice a Conqu'ror's fword , or Truth a gown , Or Public Spirit its great cure , a Crown . Weak , foolish man ! will Heav'n reward us ...
Alexander Pope. Is virtue's prize : A better would you fix ? Then give Humility a coach and fix , Juftice a Conqu'ror's fword , or Truth a gown , Or Public Spirit its great cure , a Crown . Weak , foolish man ! will Heav'n reward us ...
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againſt Aſk Balaam Becauſe beſt bleffing bleft blifs breaſt caufe cauſe Court eaſe EPISTLE ev'n ev'ry eyes fame fave fcarce feem fenfe ferves fhade fhall fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul ftill fuch fure give grace happineſs hate heart Heav'n himſelf honeſt honour juft juſt King knave laft laſt laws learn'd leaſt lefs live Lord mankind mind miſtakes moſt Mufe muft muſt Nature nature's ne'er never o'er obferve paffion paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet poor Pow'r praiſe pride profe proud reafon reft reſt rhyme rich rife riſe Sappho Satire ſhall ſhe ſpread ſtands ſtate ſtill ſtrong taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Truth uſe Vafes verfe verſe Vice Virtue whate'er Whig whofe whole whoſe wife Wiſdom worfe write
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Side 12 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Side 16 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Side 5 - Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Side 47 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.
Side 52 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Side 5 - Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Side 73 - But an inferior not dependant ? worse. Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live; But die, and she'll adore you — Then the bust And temple rise — then fall again to dust.
Side 89 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Side 7 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Side 224 - Lo! at the Wheels of her Triumphal Car, Old England's Genius, rough with many a Scar, Dragg'd in the Dust! his Arms hang idly round, His Flag inverted trails along the ground! Our Youth, all liv'ry'd o'er with foreign Gold, Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old!