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AN 
 
 ESSAY ON MAN: 
 
 IN 
 
 FOUR EPISTLES- 
 
 TO 
 
 HENRY ST. JOHN, LORD BOLINGBROKE. 
 
 BY ALEXANDER POPE 
 
 WEST BROOKFIELD .- 
 
 PUBLISHED BY C. A. MIRICK <fe CO. 
 
 1843. 
 
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 ESSAY ON MAN. 
 
 EPISTLE I. 
 
 Of the Nature and State of Man, loith respect 
 to the ZJniverse. 
 
 Of Man, in the abstract — That we can judge only with regard to 
 our own system, being ignorant of the relations of systems and 
 things,!? — 66. That man is not to be deemed imperfect, but a be- 
 ing suited to his place and ranli in the creation, agreeable to the 
 general order of things, and conformable to ends and relations to 
 him unltnovvn, 69, &c. J hat it is partly upon his ignorance of fu- 
 ture events, and partly upon the hope of a future state, that all his 
 happiness in the present depends, 77, <fec. 'Ihe pride of aiming at 
 more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, the cause of 
 man's error and misery. 'Jhe im])iety of putting himself in the 
 place of Ood, and judging of the fitness or unfitness, perfection or 
 imperfection, justice or injustice, of his dispensations, 113 — 122. 
 The absurdity of conceiting himself the final cause of the creation, 
 or expecting that perfection in the moral world which is not in the 
 natural, 123 — 172. The unreasonableness of his complaints against 
 providence, while on the one hand he demands the perfections of 
 the angels, on the other the bodily qualifications of the brutes, 
 173. That to possess any of the sensitive faculties in a higher de- 
 gree, would render him miserable, 179 — 206. That throughout the 
 whole visible world, an universal order and gradation in the sen- 
 sual and mental faculties is observed, which causes a subordination 
 of creature to creature, and of all creatures to man. The grada- 
 tions of sense, instinct, thought, reflection, reason ; that reason 
 alone countervails all the other faculties, 207 — 232. How much 
 farther this order and subordination of living creatures may ex- 
 tend above and below us ; were any part of which broken, not 
 that part only, but the whole connected creation must be destroy- 
 ed. The extravagance, madness, and pride, of such a desire, 233 
 — 258. The consequence of all, the absolute submission due to 
 providence, both as to our present and future state, 281. 
 
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4 E S S A Y O N IVI A X . 
 
 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, 5 
 
 A mighty maze ! but not without a plan : 
 A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; 
 Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit, 
 Together let us beat this ample field, 
 Try what the open, what the covert yield ; 10 
 
 The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore, 
 Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar ; 
 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, 15 
 
 But vindicate the ways of God to man. 
 
 L Say first, of God above, or man below, 
 What can we reason, but from what we know ? 
 Of man, what see we but his station here. 
 From which to reason, or to which refer ? 20 
 
 Thro' worlds unnumber'd though the God be known, 
 'Tis ours to trace him only in our own. 
 He, who through vast immensity can pierce, 
 See worlds on worlds compose one universe, 
 Observe how system into system runs, 25 
 
 What other planets circle other suns, 
 What varied being peoples every star. 
 May tell why heaven has made us as we are. 
 But of this frame, the bearings and the ties, 
 The strong connexions, nice dependencies, 30 
 
 Gradations just, has thy pervading soul 
 Look'd through ? Or can a part contain the whole ? 
 
 Is the great chain that draws all to agree. 
 And drawn supports, upheld by God, or thee ? 
 
 IL Presumptuous man ! the reason wouldst thou find, 
 Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind ? 
 First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, 
 Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less ? 
 Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made 
 Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade ? 40 
 
 Or ask of yonder argent fields above, 
 Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove. 
 
 Of systems possible, if 'tis confest, 
 
ESSAY ON M A N. 5 
 
 That wisdom infinite must form the best, 
 
 "Where all must fall or not coherent be, 45 
 
 And all that rises, rise in due degree ; 
 
 Then, in the scale of reasoning life 'tis plain, 
 
 There must be, somewhere, such a rank as man : 
 
 And all the question (wrangle e'er so long) 
 
 Is only this, if God has placed him wrong? 50 
 
 Respecting man, whatever wrong we call, 
 
 May, mast be right, as relative to all. 
 
 In human works, though labored on with pain, 
 
 A thousand movements scarce one purpose gain : 
 
 In God's one single can its end produce, 55 
 
 Yet serves to second too some other use. 
 
 So man, who here, seems principal alone, 
 
 Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown, 
 
 Touches some wheel or verges to some goal : 
 
 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole. 60 
 
 When the proud steed shall know why men restrains 
 
 His fiery course, or drives him o'er the plains ; 
 
 When the dull ox, why now he breaks the clod, 
 
 Now wears a garland, an Egyptian god; 
 
 Then shall man's pride and dullness comprehend 65 
 
 His actions', passions', being's use and end ; 
 
 Why doing, suffering, check'd, impell'd ; and why 
 
 This hour a slave, the next a deity. 
 
 Then say not man's imperfect, heav'n in fault : 
 Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought : 70 
 
 His knowledge measur'd to his state and place, 
 His time a moment, and a point his space. 
 If to be per-fect in a certain sphere, 
 What matter, soon or late, or here or there ? 
 The blest to-day is as completely so, 75 
 
 As who began a thousand years ago. 
 
 III. Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, 
 All but the page prescrib'd, their present state ; 
 From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : 
 Or who could suffer being here below ? 80 
 
 The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, 
 Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? 
 Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flowry food. 
 And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. 
 Oh blindness to the future ! kindly given, 85 
 
 That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven, 
 
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5 ESSAYONMAN. 
 
 Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, 
 
 A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, 
 
 Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd. 
 
 And now a bubble burst, and now a world. 90 
 
 Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; 
 
 Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore : 
 
 What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, 
 
 But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. 
 
 Hope springs eternal in the human breast : 95 
 
 Man never is, but always to be blest : 
 
 The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, 
 
 Rests and expatiates on a life to come. 
 
 Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind 
 Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind • 100 
 
 His soul, proud science never taught to stray 
 Far as the solar walk, or milky way ; 
 Yet simple nature to his hope has given 
 Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heaven, 
 Some safer world, in depth of woods embrac'd, 105 
 
 Some happier island in the watery waste. 
 Where slaves once more their native land behold, 
 No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. 
 To BE, contents his natural desire. 
 
 He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; 110 
 
 But thinks, admitted to that equal sky. 
 His faithful dog shall bear him company. 
 
 IV. Go, wiser thou ! and in thy scale of sense 
 Weigh thy opinion against providence : 
 Call imperfection, what thou fanciest such, 115 
 
 Say, here he gives too little, there too much : 
 Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, 
 Yet say, if man's unhappy, God 's unjust : 
 If man alone engross not heaven's high care, 
 Alone made perfect here, immortal there ; 120 
 
 Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod, 
 Rejudge his justice, be the God of God. 
 In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; 
 All quit the sphere, and rush into the skies. 
 Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, 125 
 
 Men would be angels, angels would be gods. 
 Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell. 
 Aspiring to be angels, men rebel : 
 And who but wishes to invert the laws 
 
fi S S A Y O N M A N . 7 
 
 Of order, sins against the eternal cause. 130 
 
 V. Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine ? 
 Earth for whose use ? Pride answers, ' 'tis for mine : 
 For me kind nature wakes her genial power ; 
 Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower : 
 Annual for me, the grape, the rose, renew 135 
 
 The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew ; 
 For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings ; 
 For me, health gushes from a thousand springs ; 
 Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise ; 
 My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.' 1 10 
 
 But errs not nature from this gracious end. 
 From burning suns when livid deaths descend, 
 When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep 
 Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep ? 
 ' No,' 'tis replied ' the first almighty cause 145 
 
 Acts not by partial, but by general laws ; 
 
 The exceptions few ; some change since all began : 
 And what created perfect V — Why then man ? 
 If the great end be human happiness. 
 Then nature deviates ; and can man do less ? 150 
 
 As much that end a constant course requires 
 Of show'rs and sun-shine, as of man's desires ; 
 As much eternal springs and cloudless skies, 
 As men forever temperate, calm, and wise. 
 If plagues or earthquakes break not heavens design, 155 
 Why then a Borgia or a Catiline? 
 Who knows, but he whose hand the lightning forms, 
 Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms, 
 Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind, 
 Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind ? 160 
 From pride, from pride, our very reas'ning springs ; 
 Account for moral as for natural things : 
 Why charge we heaven in those, in these acquit ? 
 In both, to reason right, is to submit. 
 
 Better for us, perhaps, it might appear, 165 
 
 Were there all harmony, all virtue here ; 
 That never air or ocean felt the wind, 
 That never passion discompos'd the mind. 
 But all subsists by elemental strife ; 
 And passions are the elements of life. 170 
 
 The general order, since the whole began, 
 Is kept in nature, and is kept in man. 
 
3 ESSAY ON MAN. 
 
 VI. What would this man ? Now upward will he soar, 
 And, Utile less than angel, would be more ; 
 
 Now looking downward, just as grieved appears 175 
 
 To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears. 
 
 Made for his use all creatures if he call 
 
 Say what their use, had he the powers of all? 
 
 Nature to these, without profusion kind, 
 
 The proper organs, proper powers assign'd ; 180 
 
 Each seeming want compensated of course. 
 
 Here with degrees of swiftness, there of force ; 
 
 All in exact proportion to their state, 
 
 Nothing to add, and nothing to abate. 
 
 Each beast, each insect, happy in its own : 185 
 
 Is heaven unkind to man, and man alone ? 
 
 Shall he alone, whom rational we call, 
 
 Be pleased with nothing, if not blest with all? 
 
 The bliss of man, (could pride that blessing find) 
 
 Is not to act or think eeyoxd mankind ; 190 
 
 No powers of body or of soul to share, 
 
 But what his nature and his state can bear. 
 
 Why has not man a microscopic eye ? 
 
 For this plain reason, man is not a fly. 
 
 Say what the use, were finer optics given, 195 
 
 To inspect a mite, not comprehend the heaven? 
 
 Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er. 
 
 To smart, and agonize at every pore ? 
 
 Or quick efiiuvia darting through the brain, 
 
 Die of a rose in aromatic pain ? 200 
 
 If nature thunder'd in his opening ears. 
 
 And stunn'd him with the music of the spheres. 
 
 How would he wish, that heaven had left him still 
 
 The whispering zephyr, and the purling rill ! 
 
 Who finds not providence all good and wise, 205 
 
 Alike in what it gives, and what denies ? 
 
 VII. Far as creation's ample range extends. 
 The scale of sensual, mental powers ascends : 
 Mark how it mounts to man's imperial race. 
 
 From the green myriads in the peopled grass : 210 
 
 What modes of sight, betwixt each wide extreme, 
 
 The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : 
 
 Of smell, the headlong lioness between, 
 
 A hound sagacious on the tainted green ; 
 
 Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, 215 
 
E S S A Y O N M A N . 9 
 
 To that which warbles through the vernal wood ! 
 
 The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine, 
 
 Feels at eacli thread, and lives along the line : 
 
 In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true, 
 
 From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew ! 220 
 
 How instinct varies in the grovelling swine. 
 
 Compared, half reasoning elephant, with thine ! 
 
 'Tvvixt that, and reason, what a nice barrier ; 
 
 Forever separate, yet forever near ! 
 
 Remembrance and reflection, how allied ; 225 
 
 What thin partitions sense from thought divide ! 
 
 And middle natures, how they long to join, 
 
 "^'et never pass the insuperable line ! 
 
 Without this just gradation, could they be 
 
 Subjected, these to those, or all to thee? 230 
 
 The powers of all subdued by thee alone, 
 
 Is not thy reason all these powers in one ? 
 
 VIII. See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, 
 All matter quick, and bursting into birth. 
 Above, how high progressive life may go I 235 
 
 Around, how wide! how deep extend below ! 
 Vast chain of being! which from God began, 
 Natures etherial, human, angel, man. 
 Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no man can see, 
 No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee ; 240 
 
 From thee to nothing. — On superior powers 
 Were we to press, inferior might on ours ; 
 Or in the full creation leave a void. 
 Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyed : 
 From nature's chain, whatever link you strike, 245 
 
 Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 
 And, if each system in gradation roll. 
 Alike essential to the amazing whole ; 
 The least confusion but in one, not all 
 That system only, but the whole, must fall. 250 
 
 Let earth unbalanc'd, from her orbit fly, 
 Planets and suns run lawless through the sky ; 
 Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd. 
 Being on being wreck'd, and world on world; 
 Heav'n's whole foundations to their centre nod, 255 
 
 And nature tremble to the throne of God. 
 All this dread order break — For whom ? For thee ? 
 Vile worm ! madness ! pride ! impiety ! 
 
IQ ESS AY O N MAN. 
 
 IX. What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread, 
 
 Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head ? 260 
 
 What if the head, the eye, or ear, repin'd 
 
 To serve mere engines to the ruling mind ? 
 
 Just as absurd, for any part to claim 
 
 To be another in this general frame : 
 
 Just as absurd, to mourn the task or pains, 265 
 
 The great directing mind of all ordains. 
 
 All are but parts of one stupendous whole, 
 Whose body nature is, and God the soul ; 
 That, chang'd through all, and yet in all the same, 
 Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame ; 270 
 
 Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze. 
 Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; 
 Lives through all life, extends through all extent, 
 Spreads undivided, operates unspent. 
 Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, 275- 
 
 As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; 
 As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, 
 As the rapt seraph that adores and burns ; 
 To him, no high, no low, no great, no small ; 
 He fills, he bounds, connects and equals all. 280 
 
 X. Cease then, nor Order Imperfection name : 
 Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. 
 Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree 
 Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee. 
 Submit. — In this, or any other sphere, 285 
 Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear j 
 
 Safe in the hand of one disposing power, 
 
 Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. 
 
 All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; 
 
 All chance, direction which thou canst not see ; 290 
 
 All discord, harmony not understood ; 
 
 All partial evil, universal good. 
 
 And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, 
 
 One truth is clear, " Whatever is, is right." 294 
 
ESSAYONMAN. || 
 
 EPISTLE II. 
 
 Of the Nature and State of Man, loith respect 
 to Himself as an Individual. 
 
 The business of man not to pry into God, but to study himself. 
 His middle nature ; His powers and frailties, and the limits of his 
 capacity, 43. The two principles of man, self-love, and reason, 
 both necessary ; self-love the stronger, and why ; their end the 
 same, 83. The passions, and their use, 83 — 120. The predominant 
 passion, and its force, 122 — 150. Its tendency in directing men to 
 different purposes, 153, &c. Its providential use, in fixing our prin- 
 ciple, and ascertaining our virtue, 167. Virtue and \ice joined 
 in our mixed nature ; the limits near, yet the things separate, and 
 evident. What is the office of reason, 187, &c. How odious vice 
 in itself, and how we deceive ourselves into it, 209. That, however 
 the ends of providence and general good are answered in our 
 passions, and imperfections, 230, &c. How usefully they are dis- 
 tributed to all orders of men, 233. How useful they are to society, 
 241, and to individuals, 253. In every state, and in every age of 
 life, 263, d'c. 
 
 I. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ; 
 The proper study of mankind is Man. 
 
 Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, 
 A being darkly wise, and richly great : 
 With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, 5 
 
 With to much weakness for the Stoic's pride, 
 He hangs between ; in doubt to act, or rest ; 
 In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast ; 
 In doubt his mind or body to prefer ; 
 Born but to die, and reasoning but to err ; 10 
 
 Alike in ignorance, his reason such. 
 Whether he thinks too little or too much ; 
 Chaos of tliought and passion, all confused ; 
 Still by himself abused, or disabused ; 
 Created half to rise, and half to fall ; 15 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Go, wondrous creature ! mount where science guides, 
 Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides ; 20 
 
 Instruct the planets in what orbs to run, 
 Correct old. time, and regulate the sun ; 
 Go, soar with Plato to the empyreal sphere, 
 
]2 ESSAY Ox\ MAN. 
 
 To the first good, first perfect, and first fair ; 
 
 Or tread the mazy round his followers trod, 251 
 
 And quitting sense call imitating God ; 
 
 As eastern priests in giddy circles run, 
 
 And turn their heads to imitate the sun. 
 
 Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule ! 
 
 Then drop into thyself, and be a fool ! 30 
 
 Superior beings, when of late they saw 
 
 A mortal man unfold all nature's law, 
 
 Admired such wisdom in an earthly shape. 
 
 And showed a NewtoxV, as we show an ape. 
 
 Could he, who rules the rapid comet bind, 33 
 
 Describe or fix one movement of his mind? 
 Who saw its fires here rise, and there descend, 
 Explain his own beginning or his end ? 
 Alas, what wonder ! man's superior part 
 Unchecked may rise, and climb from art to art j 40 
 
 But when his own great work is but begun, 
 What reason weaves, by passion is undone. 
 Trace science then, with modesty thy guide j 
 First strip off all her equipage of pride : 
 Deduct what is but vanity or dress, 45 
 
 Or learning's luxury, or idleness : 
 Or tricks to show the strength of human bram, 
 Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain ? 
 Expunge the whole, or lop the excrescent parts 
 Of all our vices have created arts ; 50 
 
 Then see how little the remaining sum. 
 Which served the past, and must the times to come ! 
 
 II. Two principles in human nature reign ; 
 Self-love to urge, and reason to restrain : 
 Nor this a good, nor that a bad we call, 55 
 
 Each works its end, to move or govern all : 
 And to their proper operation still. 
 Ascribe all good, to their improper, ill. 
 
 Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul ; 
 Reason's comparing balance rules the whole. 60 
 
 Man, but for that, no action could attend, 
 And, but for this, were active to no end. 
 Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, 
 To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot ; 
 Or, meteor-like, flame lawless through the void, 65 
 
 Destroying others, by himself destroy'd. 
 
ESSAY ON M A N . 
 
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 Most strength the moving principle requires; 
 Active its task, it prompts, impels, inspires. 
 Sedate and quiet the comparing lies, 
 Forni'd but to check, deliberate, and advise. 70 
 
 Self-love, still stronger, as its object 's nigh ; 
 Reason's at distance, and in prospect lie : 
 That sees immediate good by present sense; 
 Reason, the future and the consequence. 
 Thicker than arguments, temptations throng, 75 
 
 At best, more watchful this, but that more strong. 
 The action of the stronger to suspend, 
 Reason still use, to reason still attend. 
 Attention habit and experience gains ; 
 Each strengthens reason, and self-love restrains. 80 
 
 Let subtle schoolmen teach these friends to fight, 
 More studious to divide, than to unite ; 
 And grace and virtue, sense and reason split, 
 With all the rash dexterity of wit. 
 
 Wits, just like fools, at war about a name, 83 
 
 Have full as oft no meaning, or the same. 
 Self-love and reason to one end aspire, 
 Pain their aversion, pleasure their desire; 
 But greedy that, its object would devour. 
 This, taste the honey, and not wound the flow'r. 90 
 
 Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood. 
 Our greatest evil, or our greatest good. 
 
 III. Modes of self-love the passions we may call: 
 'Tis real good, or seeming, moves them all : 
 But since not every good we can divide, 95 
 
 And reason bids us for our own provide : 
 Passions, tho' selfish, if their means be fair, 
 List under reason, and deserve her care ; 
 Those, that imparted, court a nobler aim, 
 Exalt their kind, and take «ome virtue's name. 100 
 
 In lazy apathy let Stoics boast 
 Their virtue fix'd : 'tis fix'd as in a frost ; 
 Contracted all, retiring to the breast ; 
 But strength of mind is exercise, not rest : 
 The rising tempest puts in act the soul ; 105 
 
 Parts it may ravage, but preserve the whole. 
 On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. 
 Reason the chart, but passion is the gale ; 
 Nor God alone in the still calm we find, 
 
J4 ESSAY ON MAN. 
 
 He mounts the storm, aud walks upon the wind. 110 
 
 Passions, like elements, though born to fight, 
 Yet mix'd and softened, in his work unite : 
 These 'tis enough to temper and employ ; 
 Bui what composes man, can man destroy ? 
 Suffice that reason keep to nature's road, 115 
 
 Subject, compound them, follow her and God. 
 
 Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train j 
 Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain. 
 These mixed with art. and to due bounds confined, 
 Make and maintain, the balance of the mind : 120 
 
 The lights and shades, whose well accorded strife 
 Gives all the strength and color of our life. 
 Pleasures are ever in our hands and eyes ; 
 And when in act they cease, in prospect rise : 
 Present to grasp, and future still to find, 125 
 
 The whole employ of body and of mind, 
 All spread their charms, but charm not all alike : 
 On different senses, different objects strike ; 
 Hence different passions more or less inflame, 
 As strong or weak, the organs of the frame ; 130 
 
 And hence one master passion in the breast, 
 Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. 
 As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, 
 Receives the lurking principle of death ; 
 The young disease that must subdue at length, 135 
 
 Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength ; 
 So, cast and mingled with his very frame, 
 The mind's disease, its ruling passion came j 
 Each vital humor, which should feel the whole, 
 Soon flows to this, in body and in soul : 140 
 
 Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, 
 As the mind opens, and its functions spread, 
 Imagination plies her dangerous art, 
 And pours it all upon the peccant part. 
 Nature its mother, habit is its nurse; 145 
 
 Wit, spirit, faculties, but make it worse ; 
 Reason itself but gives it edge and power ; 
 As heaven's blest beam turns vinegar more sour ; 
 We, wretched subjects, though no lawful sway, 
 In. this weak queen some favorites still obey : 150 
 
 Ah ! if she lend not arms, as well as rules. 
 What can she more than tell us we are fools ? 
 
ESSAY ON MAN. J^ 
 
 Teach us to mourn our nature, not to mentl, 
 
 A sharp accuser, but a helpless friend ! 
 
 Or from a judge turn pleader, to persuade 155 
 
 The choice we make, or justify it made ; 
 
 Proud of an easy conquest all along. 
 
 She but removes weak passions for the strong : 
 
 So, when small humors gather to a gout. 
 
 The doctor fancies he hasdriv'n them out. 160 
 
 Yes, nature's road must ever be preferr'd; 
 Reason is here no guide, but still a guard ; 
 'Tis hers to rectify, not overthrow. 
 And treat this passion more as friend than foe : 
 A mightier power the strong direction sends, 165 
 
 And several men impels to several ends : 
 Like varying winds, by other passions tost, 
 This drives them constant to a certain coast. 
 Let power or knowledge, gold or glory, please, 
 Or (oft more strong than all) the love of ease •, 170 
 
 Thro' life 'tis follow'd e'en at life's expense ; 
 The merchant's toil, the sage's indolence, 
 The monk's humility, the hero's pride, 
 All, all alike, find reason on their side. 
 
 The eternal art, educing good from ill, 175 
 
 Grafts on this passion our best principle : 
 'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd, 
 Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd : 
 The dross cements what else were too refin'd, 
 And in one interest body acts with mind. 180 
 
 As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care, 
 On savage stocks inserted learn to bear, 
 The surest virtues thus from passions shoot. 
 Wild nature's vigor working at their root. 
 What crops of wit and honesty appear 185 
 
 From spleen, from obstinacy, hate, or fear ! 
 See anger, zeal and fortitude supply ; 
 E'en av'rice, prudence ; sloth, philosophy ; 
 Lust, thro' some certain strainers well refin'd, 
 Is gentle love, and charms all womankind : 190 
 
 Envy, to which the ignoble mind's a slave, 
 Is emulation in the learned or brave ; 
 Not virtue, male or female, can we name, 
 But what will grow on pride, or grow on shame. 
 
 Thus nature gives us, (let it check our pride) 195 
 
IQ E S ,S A Y O N MAX. 
 
 The virtue nearest to our vice allied : 
 
 Reason the bias 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. 200 
 
 The same ambition can destroy or save, 
 
 And makes a patriot, as it makes a knave. 
 
 IV. This light and darkness in our chaos joined, 
 What shall divide ? The God within the mind. 
 
 Extremes in nature equal ends produce. 205 
 
 In man they join in some mysterious use ; 
 Though each by turns the other's bounds invade, 
 As, in some well. wrought picture, light and shade, 
 And oft so mix, the difference is too nice. 
 Where ends the virtue, or begins the vice. 210 
 
 Fools ! Who from hence into the notion fall, 
 That vice and 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 ; 215 
 
 'Tis no mistake them, costs the time and pain. 
 
 V. Vice is a monster of so frightful mein, 
 As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; 
 
 Yet seen too oft, familiar to her face, 
 
 We first endure, then pity, then embrace. 220 
 
 But where the extreme of vice was ne'er agreed : 
 
 Ask where 's the north ? at York, 'tis on the Tweed ; 
 
 At Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there. 
 
 At Greenland, 2fembla, or the Lord knows where. 
 
 No creature owns it in the first degree, 225 
 
 But thinks his neighbor farther gone than he : 
 
 E'en those v.-ho dwell beneath its very zone, 
 
 Or never feel the rage, or never own ; 
 
 What happier natures shrink at with aiFright, 
 
 The hard inhabitant contends is right. 230 
 
 Virtuous and vicious every man must be, 
 Few in the extreme, but all in the degree ; 
 The rogue and fool by fits is fair and wise, 
 And e'en the best, by fits what they despise. 
 'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill, 235 
 
 For, vice or virtue, self directs it still; 
 Each individual seeks a several goal : 
 But heaven's great view in one, and that the whole j 
 
ESSAYONMAN. j-^ 
 
 That counterworks each folly and caprice j 
 
 That disappoints the effect of every vice j 240 
 
 That happy frailties to all ranks applied. 
 
 Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride ; 
 
 Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief, 
 
 To kings presumption, and to crowds belief: 
 
 That, virtue's ends from vanity can raise, 245 
 
 Which seeks no interest, no reward but praise ; 
 
 And build on wants, and on defects of mind, 
 
 The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind. 
 
 Heaven, forming each on other to depend, 
 
 A master, or a servant, or a friend, 250 
 
 Bids each on other for assistance call, 
 
 Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. 
 
 Wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally 
 
 The common interest, or endear the tie : 
 
 To these we owe true friendship, love sincere, 255 
 
 Each home-felt joy that life inherits here ; 
 
 Yet from the same we learn, in its decline, 
 
 Those joys, those loves, those interests to resign : 
 
 Taught, half by reason, half by mere decay, 
 
 To welcome death, and calmly pass away. 260 
 
 Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, 
 Not one will charge his neighbor with himself. 
 The learn'd is happy, nature to explore ; 
 The fool is happy that he knows no more ; 
 The rich is happy in the plenty given ; 265 
 
 The poor contents him with the care of heaven. 
 See the blind beggar dance, the cripple sing, 
 The sot a hero, lunatic a king ; 
 The starving chemist in his golden views 
 Supremely blest ; the poet in his muse. 270 
 
 See some strange comfort every state attend. 
 And pride bestow'd on all, a common friend ; 
 See some fit passion every age supply ; 
 Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die- 
 Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, 275 
 Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw : 
 Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, 
 A little louder, but as empty quite : 
 Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage. 
 And beads and prayer books are the toys of age : 280 
 Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before ; 
 2# 
 
13 E S 5 A Y O X M A N . 
 
 Till tired he sleeps, and lil'e's poor play is o'er ! 
 
 Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays, 
 
 Those painted clouds that beautify our days : 
 
 Each want of happiness by hope supplied, 285 
 
 And each vacuity of sense by pride : 
 
 These build as fast as knowledge can destroy : 
 
 In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy ; 
 
 One prospect lost, another still we gain ; 
 
 And not a' vanity is given in vain ; 290 
 
 E'en mean self-love becomes, by force divine, 
 
 The scale to measure others' wants by thine. 
 
 See ! and confess, one comfort still must rise ; 
 
 'Tis this, though man 's a fool, yet Gon is wise. 294 
 
 EPISTLE III. 
 
 Of the Nature and StoJe of Man., with respect 
 to Society. 
 
 The whole universe one svstem of societv. verse 7, Sec. Noth- 
 ing made wholly for itself, nor yet wholly for another, 27. The 
 happiness of animals mutual, 49. Reason or instinct operate 
 alike to the good of each individual, 79. — Reason or instinct ope- 
 rate alike to society, in all animals, 109. IIow far society is carri- 
 ed by instinct, 116 ; how nmch farther by reason, 128. Of that 
 which is called the state of nature, 144. Reason instructed by in- 
 stinct in the invention of arts, 166; and in the forms of society, 
 176. — Origin of political societies, 196. Origin of monarchy, 2G7. 
 Patriarchal government, 212. Origin of true religion, and govern- 
 ment, from the same ])rincii)la of love, 23J. Origin of supersti- 
 tion and tyranny, from the same principle f^f fear, 2S7. 'ihe in- 
 fluence of self-love, operating to the social and pulilic good, 266. 
 Restoration of true religion and government on their first princi- 
 ple, 285. Mi\:ed government, 283. Various forms of each, and 
 true end of all, 300, &c. 
 
 Here then we rest : '' The universal cause 
 Acts to one end, but acts by various laws.'' 
 In all the inadness of superfluous health. 
 The train of pride, the impudence of wealth. 
 Let this great truth be present night and day, 5 
 
 But most be present, if v.-e preach or pray. 
 
 I. Look round our world ; behold the chain of love 
 Combining all below and all above. 
 
ESSAYONMAN. jg 
 
 See plastic nature working to this end, 
 
 The single atoms each to other tend, 10 
 
 Attract, attracted to, the next in place 
 
 Form'd and impell'd its neighbor to embrace. 
 
 See matter next, with various life endued, 
 
 Press to one centre still, the general good. 
 
 See dying vegetables life sustain, 15 
 
 See life dissolving 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. 20 
 
 Nothing is foreign ; parts relate to whole ; 
 
 One all-extending, all-preserving soul 
 
 Connects each being, greatest with the least ; 
 
 Made beast an aid of man, and man of beast ; 
 
 All serv'd, all serving : nothing stands alone ; 25 
 
 The chain holds on, and where it ends, unknown. 
 
 Has God, thou fool, worked 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 flowery lawn. 30 
 
 Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings ? 
 
 Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. 
 
 Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? 
 
 Loves of his own, and raptures, swell the note. 
 
 The bounding steed you pompously bestride, 35 
 
 Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride. 
 
 Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain ? 
 
 The birds of Heaven shall vindicate their grain. 
 
 Thine the full harvest of the golden year? 
 
 Part pays, and justly, the deserving steer : 40 
 
 The hog, that ploughs not, nor obeys thy call. 
 
 Lives on the labors of this lord of all. 
 
 Know, nature's children all divide her care ; 
 The fur that warms a monarch, warm'd a bear. 
 While man exclaims, " See all things for my use !'-' 45 
 " See man for mine !" replies a pamper'd goose : 
 And just as short of reason he must fall, 
 Who thinks all made for one, not one for all. 
 
 Grant that the powerful still the weak control ; 
 Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole : 50 
 
 .Nature that tyrant checks : He only knows, 
 
20 ESSAY 0\ MAN. 
 
 And helps another creature's wants and woes. 
 
 Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, 
 
 Suiit with her varying plumage, spare the dove ? 
 
 Admires the jay, the insect's gilded wings ? 55 
 
 Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings ? 
 
 Man cares for all : To birds he gives his woods, 
 
 To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods : 
 
 For some his interest prompts hira to provide, 
 
 For more his pleasure, yet for more his pride : 60 
 
 All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy 
 
 The extensive blessing of his luxury ; 
 
 That very life his learned hunger craves, 
 
 He saves from famine, from the savage saves; 
 
 Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast, 65 
 
 And, till he ends the being, makes it blest : 
 
 Which sees no more the stroke, or feels the pain, 
 
 Than favor'd man by touch ethereal slain. 
 
 The creature had its feast of life before ; 
 
 Thou too must perish, when thy feast is o'er ! 70 
 
 To each unthinking being. Heaven a friend. 
 Gives not the useless knowledge of its end : 
 To man imparts it ; but with such a view. 
 As, while he dreads it, makes him hope it too : 
 The hour conceal'd, and so remote the fear, 75 
 
 Death still draws nearer, never seeming near. 
 Great standing miracle ! that heaven assign'd 
 Its only thinking thing, this turn of mind. 
 
 n. Whether with reason, or with instinct blest, 
 Know, all enjoy that power which suits them best ; 80 
 To bliss alike by that direction tend, 
 And find the means proportioned to their end. 
 Say, where full instinct is the unerring guide, 
 What pope or council can they need beside ? 
 Reason, however able, cool at best, 85 
 
 Cares but for service, or but serves when prest. 
 Stays till we call, and then not often near ; 
 But honest instinct comes a volunteer, 
 Sure never to o'ershoot, but just to hit, 
 While still too wide or short is human wit ; 90 
 
 Sure by quick nature happiness to gain. 
 Which heavier reason labors at in vain. 
 This too serves always, reason never long ; 
 One must go right, the other may go wrong. 
 
E S S A Y O N I\I A X . 21 
 
 See then the acting and comparing powers, 95 
 
 One in their nature, which are two in ours ! 
 And reason raise o'er instinct as you can, 
 In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man. 
 
 Who taught the nations of the field and wood 
 To shun their poison, and to choose their food ? 100 
 
 Prescient, the tides or tempest to withstand, 
 Build on the wave, or arch beneath the sand ? 
 Who made the spider parallels design. 
 Sure as De Moivre, without rule or line ? 
 Who bid the stork, Columbus like, explore 105 
 
 Heavens not his own, and worlds unknown before ? 
 Who calls the council, states the certain day ; 
 Who forms the phalanx, and who points the way ? 
 
 III. God, in the nature of each being, founds 
 Jts proper bliss, and sets its proper bounds : 110 
 
 But as he framed the whole, the whole to bless, 
 On mutual wants build mutual happiness ; 
 So, from the first eternal order ran, 
 And creature linked to creature, man to man, 
 Whate'er of life all quickening either keeps, 115 
 
 Or breathes through air, or shoots beneath the deeps, 
 Or pours profuse on earth, and nature feeds 
 The vital flame, and swells the genial seeds. 
 Not man alone, but all that roam the wood, 
 Or wing the sky, or roll along the flood, 120 
 
 Each loves itself, but not itself alone, 
 Each sex desires alike, 'till two are one. 
 Nor ends the pleasure with the first embrace; 
 They love themselves a third time in their race. 
 Thus beast and bird their common charge attend, 125 
 The mothers nurse it, and the sires defend : 
 The young dismissed to wander earth or air. 
 There stops the instinct, and there ends the care ; 
 The link dissolves, each seeks a fresh embrace, 
 Another love succeeds, another race. 130 
 
 A longer care man's helpless kind demands ; 
 The longer care contracts more lasting bands j 
 Refleciion, reason, still the ties improve, 
 At once extend the interest and the love : 
 With choice we fix, with sympathy we burn ; 135 
 
 Each virtue in each passion takes its turn ; 
 And still new needs, new helps, new habits rise, 
 
22 E S S A Y O N M A N . 
 
 That graft benevolence on charities. 
 
 Still as one brood, and as another rose, 
 
 These natural love maintained, habitual those : 140 
 
 The last, scarce ripened into perfect man, 
 
 Saw helpless hira from whom their life began : 
 
 Memor)' and forecast just retarns engage ; 
 
 That pointed back to youth, this on to age ; 
 
 While pleasure, gratitude and hope combin'd, 145 
 
 Still spread the interest and preserve the kind. 
 
 IV. Nor 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. 150 
 
 Pride then was not ; nor arts, that pride to aid ; 
 Man walked with beast, joint tenant of the shade ; 
 The same his table, and the same his bed ; 
 No murder cloth'd him, and no murder fed. 
 In the same temple, the resounding wood, 155 
 
 All vocal beings hymn'd their equal God : 
 The shrine with gore unstain'd, with gold undrest, 
 Unbrib'd, unbloody, stood the blameless priest : 
 Heaven's attribute was universal care, 
 And man's prerogative to rule, but spare. 100 
 
 Ah ! how unlike the man of times to come ! 
 Of half that live the batcher and the tomb ; — 
 Who, foe to nature, hears the general groan, 
 Murders their species, and betrays his own. 
 But just disease to luxury succeeds, 165 
 
 And every death its own avenger breeds : 
 The fury-passions from that blood began, 
 And turned on man, a fiercer savage, man. 
 
 See him from nature rising slow to art : 
 To copy instinct then was reason's part. * 170 
 
 Thus then to man the voice of nature spake — 
 '' Go, from the creatures thy instructions take : 
 Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield j 
 Learn from the beast the physic of the field ; 
 Thy arts of building from the bee receive ; 175 
 
 Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; 
 Learn of the little nautilus to sail, 
 Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. 
 Here too all forms of social union find, 
 And hence let reason, late, instruct mankind : 180 
 
ESS A Y OxN M A N. 23 
 
 Here subterranean works and cities see ; 
 
 There towns serial on the waving tree. 
 
 Learn each small people's genius, policies, 
 
 The ant's repubUc, and the realm of bees ; 
 
 How those in common all their Aveallh bestow, 185 
 
 And anarchy without confusion know ; 
 
 And these forever, though a monarch reign, 
 
 Their separate cells, and properties maintain. 
 
 Mark what unvaried laws preserve each state, 
 
 Laws, wise as nature, and as fixed as fate. 190 
 
 In vain thy reason finer webs shall draw, 
 
 Entangle justice in her net of law. 
 
 And right, too rigid, harden into wrong ; 
 
 Still for the strong too weak, the weak too strong. 
 
 Yet go! and thus o'er all the creatures swa)'-, 195 
 
 Thus let the wiser make the rest obey. 
 
 And for those arts mere instinct could afford. 
 
 Be crown'd as monarchs, or as gods ador'd." 
 
 V. Great nature spoke ; observant man obey'd ; 
 Cities were built, societies were made : 20l> 
 Here rose one little state, another near 
 
 Grew by like means, and joined thro' love of fear. 
 
 Did here the trees with ruddier burdens bend, 
 
 And there the streams in purer rills descend ? 
 
 What war could ravish, commerce could bestow : 205 
 
 And he return'd a friend, who came a foe. 
 
 Converse and love, mankind might strongly draw, 
 
 When love was liberty, and nature law. 
 
 Thus states were form'd : the name of king unknown, 
 
 Till common interest placed the sway in one. 210 
 
 'Twas VIRTUE ONLY, (or in arts or arms, 
 
 Diffusing blessings, or averting harms,) 
 
 The same which in a sire the sons obey'd, 
 
 A prince, the father of a people made. 
 
 VI. ''Till then, by nature crown'd, each patriarch sate, 
 King, priest, and parent, of his growing state ; 
 
 On him, their second providence, they hung, 
 
 Their laAV his eye, their oracle his tongue. 
 
 He from the wond'ring furrow call'd the food, 
 
 Taught to command the fire, control the flood, 220 
 
 Draw forth the monsters of the abyss profound, 
 
 Or fetch the aerial eagle to the ground ; 
 
 'Till drooping, sickening, dying, they began 
 
24 E S S A Y O N M A N . 
 
 Whom they rever'd as God, to mourn as man : 
 
 Then, looking up, from sire, to sire explor'd 225 
 
 One great First Father, and that first ador'd. 
 
 On plain tradition that this all begun, 
 
 Convey'd unbroken faith from sire to son. 
 
 The worker from the work distinct was known, 
 
 And simple reason nev^er sought but one : 230 
 
 Ere wit oblique had broke that steady light, _ 
 
 Man, like his Maker, saw that all was right : 
 
 To virtue, in the paths of pleasure trod, 
 
 And own'd a father, when he own'd a God. 
 
 Love, all the faith, and all the allegiance then, 235 
 
 For nature knew no right divine in men : 
 
 Npiyll could fear in God, and understood 
 
 A sdvereign being, but a sovereign good. 
 
 True faith, true policy, united ran. 
 
 That was but love of God, and this of man. 240 
 
 Who first taught soul's enslav'd, and realms undone, 
 The enormous faith of many made for one ; 
 That proud exception to all nature's laws, 
 T' invert the world, and counterwork its cause. 
 Force first made conquest, and that conquest law ; 245 
 'Till superstition taught the tyrant awe. 
 Then shar'd the tyranny, then lent it aid, 
 And Gods of conquerors, slaves of subjects made : 
 She, 'midst the lightning's blaze, and thunder's sound. 
 When rock'd the mountains, and when groan'd the ground, 
 She taught the weak to bend, the proud to pray 
 To Power unseen, and mightier far than they : 
 She, from the rending earth, and bursting skies, 
 Saw gods descend, and fiends infernal rise : 
 Here fix'd the dreadful, there the blest abodes ; 255 
 
 Fear made her devils, and weak hope her gods ; 
 Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust, 
 Whose attributes were rage, revenge, or lust : 
 Such as the souls of cowards might conceive, 
 And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe. 260 
 
 Zeal then, not charity, became the guide ; 
 And hell was built on spite, and heaven on pride. 
 Then sacred seemed the ethereal vault no more : 
 Altars grew marble then, and reek'd with gore ; 
 Then first the Flamen tasted living food, 265 
 
 Next his grim idol, smear'd with human blood ; 
 
ESSAY ON MAN. 25 
 
 With heaven's own thunders shook the world below, 
 And played the God an engine on his foe. 
 
 So drives self-love, through just and through unjust, 
 To one man's power, ambition, lucre, lust ; 270 
 
 The same self-love, in all, becomes the cause 
 Of what restrains him, government and laws. 
 For what one likes, if others like as well. 
 What serves one will, when many wills rebel ? 
 How shall he keep, what, sleeping or awake, 275 
 
 A weaker may surprise, a stronger take ? 
 His safety must his liberty restrain : 
 All join to guard what each desires to gain. 
 Forced into virtue thus, by self-defence, 
 E'en kings learn'd justice and benevolence : 280 
 
 Self-love forsook the path it first pursu'd, 
 And found the private in the public good, 
 
 'Twas then the studious head or generous mind, 
 Follower of God, or friend of human kind, 
 Poet or patriot, rose but to restore 285 
 
 The faith that mortal Nature gave before ; 
 Resumed her ancient light, not kindled new ; 
 If not God's image, yet his shadow drew ; 
 Taught power's due use to people and to kings, 
 Taught not to slack, nor strain its tender strings, 290 
 The less or greater set so justly true. 
 That touching one must strike the other too ; 
 'Till jarring interests of themselves create 
 Th' according music of a well mix'd state. 
 Such is the world's great harmony, that springs 295 
 
 From order, union, full consent of things : 
 Where small and great, where weak and mighty, made 
 To serve, not suffer, strengthen, not invade ; 
 More powerful each as needful to the rest, 
 And, in proportion as it blesses, blest ; 300 
 
 Draw to one point, and to one centre bring 
 Beast, man, or angel, servant, lord, or king. 
 /' For forms of government let fools contest j 
 Whate'er is best administer'd is best : 
 For modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight ; 305 
 
 His can't be wrong whose life is in the right j 
 In faith and hope the world will disagree. 
 But all mankind's concern is charity j 
 All must be false that thwart this one great end : 
 
25 ESSAYONMAN. 
 
 And all of God, that bless mankind, or mend. 310 
 
 Man, like the generous vine, supported lives ; 
 
 The strength he gains is from the embrace he gives. 
 
 On their own axis as the planets run. 
 
 To make at once their circle round the sun j 
 
 So two consistent motions act the soul ; 315 
 
 And one regards itself, and one the whole. 
 
 Thus God and nature link'd the general frame. 
 
 And bade self-love and social be the same. 318 
 
 EPISTLE IV. 
 
 Of the Nature and State of Ma7i, with respect 
 to Happiness. 
 
 False notions of happiness, philosophical and popular, answered, 
 from verse 19 to 27. It is the end of all men, and attainable by 
 all, 30. God intends happiness to be equal ; and to be so, it must 
 be social, since all particular happiness depends on general, and 
 since he governs by general, not particular laws, 37. As it is ne- 
 cessary for order, and the peace and welfare of society, that external 
 goods should be unequal, liappiness is not made to consist in these, 
 51. But notwithstanding that inequality, the balance of happi- 
 ness amongst mankind is kept even by Providence, by the two 
 passions of hope and fear, 70. What the happiness of individuals 
 is, as far as it is consistent with the constitution of this world ; 
 and that the good man has here the advantage, 77. The error of 
 imputing to virtue what are only the calamities of nature, or of 
 fortune, 94. The folly of expecting that God should alter his gen- 
 eral laws in favor of particulars, 121. That we are not judges 
 who are good ; but that whoever they are, they must be happiest, 
 133, &c. That external goods are not the proper rewards, but of- 
 ten inconsistent with, or destructive of virtue, 167. That even 
 these can make no man happy, without virtue — instanced in 
 riches, 185. — Honors, 193. Nobility, 205- Greatness, 217. Fame, 
 237. Superior talents, 259, &c. With pictures of human infelicity 
 in men possessed of them all, 269, &c. That virtue alone consti- 
 tutes happiness, whose object is universal, and whose prospect is 
 eternal, 309. That the perfection of virtue and happiness consists 
 in a conformity to the order of providence here, and a resignation 
 to it here and hereafter, 316, &c. 
 
 Oh Happiness ! our being's end and aim ! 
 Good, pleasure, ease, content ! whate'er thy name : 
 That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, 
 For which we bear to live, or dare to die : 
 Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, 5 
 
ESSAY ON MAN, 
 
 27 
 
 .O'erlook'd, seen double, by the fool and wise. 
 Plant of celestial seed! if dropt below, 
 Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'st to grow ? 
 Fair opening to some courts, propitious shine, 
 Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine ? 10 
 
 Twined with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield, 
 Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? 
 Where grows ? where grows it not ? If vain our toil. 
 We ought to blame the culture, not the soil : 
 Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere, 15 
 
 'Tis no where to be found, or every where : 
 'Tis never to be sought, but always free, 
 And fled from monarchs, St. John ! dwells with thee. 
 
 I. Ask of the learn'd the way ! The learn'd are blind : 
 This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind • 20 
 Some place the bliss in action, some in ease. 
 
 Those call it pleasure, and contentment these. 
 
 Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain : 
 
 Some, swell'd to gods, confess e'en virtue vain ; 
 
 Or indolent to each extreme they fall, 25 
 
 To trust in every thing, or doubt of all. 
 
 Who thus define it, say they more or less 
 Than this, that happiness is happiness? 
 
 II. Take nature's path, and mad opinions leave ; 
 
 All states can reach it, and all heads conceive : 30 
 
 Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell ; 
 There needs but thinking right, and meaning wellj 
 And, mourn our various portions as we please, 
 Equal is common sense, and common ease. 
 
 Remember, man, the ''Universal Cause .35 
 
 Acts not by partial, but by general laws ;" 
 And makes what happiness we justly call, 
 Subsist not in the good of one, but all. 
 There 's not a blessing individuals find. 
 But some way leans and hearkens to the kind : 40 
 
 No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with pride, 
 No cavern'd hermit rests self-satisfied. 
 Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend. 
 Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend. 
 Abstract what others feel, what others think, 45 
 
 All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink : 
 Each has his share, and who would more obtain, 
 Shall find the pleasure pays not half the pain. 
 
23 E S S A Y O N I\I A N . 
 
 Order is heaven's first law ; and this confest, 
 Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, 50 
 
 More rich, more wise ; but who infers from hence 
 That such are happier, shoclis all common sense. 
 Heaven to mankind impartial we confess, 
 If all are equal in their happiness ; 
 
 But mutual wants this happiness increase ; 55 
 
 All nature's difference keeps all nature's peace. 
 Condition, circumstance, is not the thing ; 
 Bliss is the same in subject or in king, 
 In who obtain defence, or who defend, 
 In him who is, or him who finds a friend : 60 
 
 Heaven breathes through every member of the whole 
 One common blessing, as one common soul. 
 But fortune's gifts, if each alike possest, 
 And each were equal, must not all contest? 
 If then to all men happiness was meant, 65 
 
 God in externals could not place content. 
 
 Fortune her gifts may variously dispose, 
 And these be happy call'd, unhappy those ; 
 But Heaven's just balance equal will appear. 
 While those are placed in hope, and these in fear : 70 
 Not present good or ill, the joy or curse, 
 But future views of better or of worse. 
 0, sons of earth! attempt ye siiU to rise, 
 By mountains piled on mountains, to the skies ? 
 Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys, 75 
 
 And buries madmen in the heaps they raise. 
 
 HI. Know, all the good that individuals find, 
 Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, 
 Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense. 
 Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence. 80 
 But health consists with temperance alone ; 
 And peace, virtue ! peace is all thy own. 
 The good or bad the gifts of fortune gain ; 
 But these less taste them, as they worse obtain. 
 Say, in pursuit of profit or delight, 85 
 
 Who risk the most, that take wrong means, or right ? 
 Of vice or virtue, whether bless'd or cursed, 
 Which meets contempt, or which compassion first? 
 Count all the advantage prosperous vice attains, 
 'Tis but what virtue flies from and disdains : 90 
 
 And grant the bad what happiness they would, 
 
ESSAY ON MAN. 29 
 
 One they must want, which is, to pass for good. 
 
 Oh, blind to truth, and God's whole scheme below, 
 Who fancy bliss to vice, to virtue woe ! 
 Who sees and follows that great scheme the best, 95 
 
 Best knows the blessing, and will most be bless'd. 
 But fools the good alone unhappy call. 
 For ills or accidents that chance to all. 
 See Falkland dies, the virtuous and the just : 
 See godlike Turenne prostrate on the dust ! 100 
 
 See Sidney bleeds amid the martial strife ! 
 Was this their virtue, or contempt of life? 
 Say, was it virtue, more though Heaven ne'er gave, 
 Lamented Digby ! sunk thee to the grave ? 
 Tell me, if virtue made the son expire, 105 
 
 Why, full of days and honor, lives the sire ? 
 Why drew Marseilles' good bishop purer breath. 
 When nature sicken'd, and each gale was death ? 
 Or why so long (in life if long can be) 
 Lent Heaven a parent to the poor and me ? 110 
 
 What makes all physical or moral ill ? 
 There deviates nature, and here wanders will. 
 
 God sends not ill, if rightly understood, 
 Or partial ill is universal good. 
 
 Or change admits, or nature lets it fall, 115 
 
 Short, and but rare, till man improved it all. 
 We just as wisely might of Heaven complain, 
 That righteous Abel was destroy'd by Cain, 
 As that the virtuous son is ill at ease 
 When his lewd father gave the dire disease. 120 
 
 Think we, like some weak prince, the Eternal Cause 
 Prone for his favorites to reverse his laws ! 
 
 IV. Shall burning ^tna, if a sage requires, 
 Forget to thunder, and recall her fires! 
 
 On air or sea new motions be impress'd, 125 
 
 Oh blameless Bethel ! to relieve thy breast ? 
 
 When the loose mountain trembles from on high, 
 
 Shall gravitation cease if you go by ? 
 
 Or some old temple, nodding to its fall, 
 
 For Chartres' head reserve the hanging wall? 130 
 
 V. But still this world (so fitted for the knave) 
 Contents us not. A better shall we have ? 
 
 A kingdom of the just then let it be : 
 But first consider how those just agree. 
 3* 
 
30 ESS AY ON MAN. 
 
 The good must merit God's peculiar care ! 135 
 
 But who, but God, can tell us who they are? 
 
 One thinks on Calvin Heaven's own spirit fell ; 
 
 Another deems him instrument of hell : 
 
 If Calvin feel Heaven's blessing, or its rod, 
 
 This cries, there is, and that, there is no God. 140 
 
 What shocks one part will edify the rest, 
 
 Nor with one system can they all be bless'd. 
 
 The very best will variously incline, 
 
 And what rewards your virtue, punish mine. 
 
 Whatever is, is right. — This world, 'tis true, 145 
 
 Was made for Csesar — but for Titus too ; 
 
 And which more bless'd ? who chain'd his country, say, 
 
 Or he whose virtue sigh'd to lose a day ? 
 
 VI. 'But sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.' 
 What then ? Is the reward of virtue bread ? 150 
 
 That, vice may merit, 'tis the price of toil ; 
 The knave deserves it, when he tills the soil; 
 The knave deserves it when he tempts the main, 
 Where folly fights for kings, or dives for gain. 
 The good man may be weak, be indolent ; 155 
 
 Nor is his claim to plenty, but content. 
 But grant him riches, your demand is o'er ? 
 'No — shall the good want health, the good want power?' 
 Add health and power and every earthly thing — 
 ' Why bounded power? why private ? why no king? 160 
 Nay, why external for internal given ? 
 Why is not man a god, an earth a heaven ?' 
 Who ask and reason thus, will scarce conceive 
 God gives enough, while he has more to give ; 
 Immense the power, immense were the demand ; 165 
 Say, at M'hat part of nature will they stand? 
 What nothing earthly gives or can destroy. 
 The soul's calm sun-shine, and the heart-felt joy. 
 Is virtue's prize : a better would you fix ? 
 Then give humility a coach and six, 170 
 
 Justice a conqueror's sword, or truth a gown. 
 Or public spirit its great cure — a crown. 
 Weak, foolish man ! will Heaven reward us there, 
 With the same trash mad mortals wish for here ? 
 The boy and man an individual makes, 175 
 
 Yet sigh'st thou now for apples and for cakes ? 
 Go, like the Indian, in another life, 
 
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 Expect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife, 
 
 As well as dream such trifles are assign'd, 
 
 As toys and empires, for a god-like mind. 180 
 
 Rewards, that either would to virtue bring 
 
 No joy, or be destructive of the thing ; 
 
 How oft by these at sixty are undone 
 
 The virtues of a saint at twenty-one ! 
 
 To whom can riches give repute or trust, 185 
 
 Content or pleasure, but the good and just? 
 
 Judges and senates have been bought for gold ; 
 
 Esteem and love were never to be sold. 
 
 Oh fool ! to think God hates the worthy mind, 
 
 The lover and the love of human kind, 190 
 
 Whose life is healthful, and whose conscience clear, 
 
 Because he wants a thousand pounds a year. 
 
 Honor and shame from no condition rise ; 
 Act well your part, there all the honor lies. 
 Fortune in men has some small difference made, 195 
 One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade ; 
 The cobler apron'd, and the parson gown'd, 
 The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. 
 ' What differ more,' you cry, ' than crown and cowl?' 
 I '11 tell you, friend ! a wise man and a fool. 200 
 
 You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, 
 Or, cobler-like, the parson will be drunk ; 
 Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow ; 
 The rest is all but leather or prunello. 
 Stuck o'er with titles and hung round with strings, 205 
 That thou may'st be by kings, or whores of kings. 
 Boast the pure blood of an illustrious race, 
 In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece : 
 But by your fathers' worth, if yours you rate. 
 Count me those only who were good and great. 210 
 
 Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood 
 Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, 
 Go ! and pretend your family is young ; 
 Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. 
 What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? 215 
 
 Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. 
 
 Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies : 
 * Where, but among the heroes and the wise V 
 Heroes are much the same, the point 's agreed. 
 From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; 220 
 
32 E S S A Y O N M A N . 
 
 The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find, 
 
 Or make, an enemy of all mankind ! 
 
 Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, 
 
 Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose. 
 
 No less alike the politic and wise ; 225 
 
 All sly slow things with circumspective eyes ; 
 
 Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, 
 
 Not that themselves are wise, but others weak. 
 
 But grant that those can conquer, these can cheat ; 
 
 'Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great : 230 
 
 Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, 
 
 Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. 
 
 Who noble ends by noble means obtains, 
 
 Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains. 
 
 Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed 235 
 
 Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. 
 
 What's fame ? a fancied life in others' breath, 
 A thing beyond us, e'en before our death. 
 Just what you hear you have ; and what 's unknown, 
 The same (my lord) if TuUy's, or your own. 240 
 
 All that we feel of it begins and ends 
 In the small circle of our foes or friends ; 
 To all beside as much an empty shade 
 An Eugene living, as a Cfesar dead ; 
 Alike or when or where they shone or shine, 24.5 
 
 Or on the Eubicon, or on the Rhine. 
 A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod ; 
 An honest man 's the noblest work of God. 
 Fame but from death a villain's name can save, 
 As justice tears his body from the grave ; 250 
 
 When what to oblivion better were resign'd, 
 Is hung on high, to poison half mankind. 
 All fame is foreign but of true desert, 
 Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart : 
 One self-approving hour whole years outweighs 255 
 
 Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas ; 
 And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels, 
 Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. 
 
 In parts superior w-hat advantage lies ? 
 Tell (for you can) what is it to be w^ise ? 260 
 
 'Tis but to know how little can be known, 
 To see all others' faults, and feel our own ; 
 Condemned in business or in arts to drudge, 
 
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 Without a second, or without a judge : 
 
 Truth would you teach, or save a sinking laud ! 265 
 
 All fear, none aid you, and few understand. 
 
 Painful preeminence ! yourself to view 
 
 Above life's weakness, and its comforts too. 
 
 Bring then these blessings to a strict account : 
 Make fair deductions -, see to what they 'mount : 270 
 How much of other each is sure to cost ; 
 How each for other oft is wholly lost ; 
 How inconsistent greater goods with these : 
 How sometimes liCe is risk'd, and always ease : 
 Think, and if still the things thy envy call, 275 
 
 Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they fall ? 
 To sigh for ribbands if thou art so silly, 
 Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy. 
 Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? 
 Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife. 280 
 
 If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shiued, 
 The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind .- 
 Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name. 
 See Cromwell damn'd to everlasting fame I 
 If all, united, thy ambition call, 285 
 
 From ancient story, learn to scorn them all. 
 There, in the rich, the honor'd, famed, and great, 
 See the false scale of happiness complete ! 
 In hearts of kings, or arms of queens who lay, 
 How happy ! those to ruin, these betray. 290 
 
 Mark by what wretched steps iheir glory grows, 
 From dirt and sea-weed as proud Venice rose ; 
 In each how guilt and greatness equal ran, 
 And all that raised the hero sunk the man : 
 Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold, 295 
 
 But stain'd with blood, or ill exchang'd for gold : 
 Then see them broke with toils, or sunk in ease, 
 Or infamous for plunder'd provinces. 
 O wealth ill-fated ! which no act of fame 
 E'er taught to shine, or sanctified from shame ! 300 
 
 What greater bliss attends their close of life ? 
 Some greedy minion, or imperious wife, 
 The irophied arches, storied halls invade, 
 And haunt their slumbers in the pompous shade. 
 Alas ! not dazzled with their noon-tide ray, 505 
 
 Compute the morn and evening to the day ; 
 
34 ESSAY ON MAN. 
 
 The whole amount of that enormous fame, 
 
 A tale that blends their glory with their shame ! 
 
 Know then this truth, (enough for man to know.) 
 'Virtue alone is happiness below.' 310 
 
 The only point where human bliss stands still, 
 And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; 
 Where only merit constant pay receives, 
 Is bless'd in what it takes, and what it gives • 
 The joy unequall'd, if its end it gain, 315 
 
 And if it lose, attended with no pain : 
 Without satiety, though e'er so bless'd. 
 And but more relish'd as the more distress'd : 
 /The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears, 
 Less pleasing far than virtue's very teai's :/ 320 
 
 Good, from each object, from each place acquired, 
 For ever exercised, yet never tired ; 
 Never elated, while one man's oppress'd ; 
 Never dejected, while another 's bless'd : 
 And where no wants, no wishes can remain, 325 
 
 Since but to wish more virtue, is to gain. 
 
 See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow ! 
 Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know ; 
 Yet poor with fortune and with learning blind. 
 The bad must miss, the good untaught will find ; 330 
 Slave to no sect, who takes no private road. 
 But looks through nature up to nature's God ; 
 Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, 
 Joins Heaven and earth, and mortal and divine ; 
 Sees that no being any bliss can know, 335 
 
 But touches some above, and soine below : 
 Learns from tlie union of the rising whole, 
 The first, last purpose of the human soul ; 
 And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, 
 All end in love of God and love of man. 340 
 
 For him alone hope leads from goal to goal, 
 And opens still, and opens on his soul ; 
 Till lengthen'd on to faith, and unconfined. 
 It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind. 
 He sees why nature plants in man alone, 345 
 
 Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown : 
 (Nature, whose dictates to no other kind 
 Are given in vain, but what they seek they find :) 
 Wise is her present ; she connects in this 
 
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 His greatest virtue with his greatest bUss ; 350 
 
 At once his own bright prospect to be bless'd ; 
 
 And strongest motive to assist the rest. 
 
 Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine, 
 
 Gives thee to make thy neighbor's blessing thine. 
 
 Is this too little for the boundless heart ? 355 
 
 Extend it, let thy enemies have part ; 
 
 Grasp the whole world of reason, life, and sense, 
 
 In one close system of benevolence ; 
 
 Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, 
 
 And height of bliss bat height of charity. 360 
 
 God loves from whole to parts : but human soul 
 Must rise from individual to the whole. 
 Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, 
 As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; 
 The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, 365 
 
 Another still, and still another spreads ; 
 Friend, parent, neighbor, first it will embrace ; 
 His country next, and next all human race : 
 Wide and more wide, the o'erflowings of the mind 
 Take every creature in, of every kind ; 370 
 
 Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty bless'd, 
 And Heaven beholds its image in its breast. 
 
 Come then, my friend ! my genius ! come along ; 
 O master of the poet, and the song ! 
 And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, 375 
 To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, 
 Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise. 
 To fall with dignity, with temper rise ; 
 Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer, 
 From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; 380 
 
 Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, 
 Intent to reason, or polite to please. 
 O ! while along the stream of time thy name 
 Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame. 
 Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, 385 
 
 Pursue the triumph and partake the gale ? 
 When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose. 
 Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes, 
 Shall then this verse to future age pretend 
 Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend ? 390 
 
 That, urged by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art 
 From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart ; 
 
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 For wit's false mirror held up nature's light, 
 
 Show'd erring pride, whatever is, is right ; 
 
 That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; 395 
 
 That true self-love and social are the same ; 
 
 That virtue only makes our bliss below ■ 
 
 And all our knowledge is, ourselves to kkow. 398 
 
 ODE. 
 
 TJie dying Christian to his Soul. 
 
 BY ALEXANDER POPE. 
 
 Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 
 Quit, oh quit this mortal frame : 
 Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying — 
 Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying! 
 Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, 
 And let me languish into life. 
 
 Hark ! they whisper : angels say, 
 
 Sister spirit, come away. 
 
 What is this absorbs me quite, 
 
 Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 
 Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? 
 Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 
 
 The world recedes ; it disappears! 
 Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears 
 
 With sounds seraphic ring : 
 Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ? 
 Oh grave ! where is thy victory ? 
 
 Oh death ! where is thy sting ? 
 
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