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And chaste themselves, are not ashamed to own.
90 Paid with the blood that he had basely spared The price of his default. But now, yes, now, We are become so candid and so fair, So liberal in construction, and so rich In christian charity, a good-natured age !
95 That they are safe, sinners of either sex, Transgress what laws they may. Well dress’d, well bred, Well equipaged, is ticket good enough To pass us readily through every door. Hypocrisy“, detest her as we may, (And no man's hatred ever wrong'd her yet,) May claim this merit still, that she admits The worth of what she mimics with such care, Hypocrisy is the homage that vice pays to virtue.
And thus gives virtue indirect applause ;
I was a stricken deer that left the herd
115 He drew them forth, and heal'd and bade me live. Since then, with few associates, in remote And silent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled scene, With few associates, and not wishing more. 120 Here much I ruminate, as much I may, With other views of men and manners now Than once, and others of a life to come. I see that all are wanderers, gone astray, Each in his own delusions; they are lost
125 In chase of fancied happiness, still wooed And never won.
Dream after dream ensues, And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed; rings the world With the vain stir. I sum up half mankind, 130 And add two-thirds of the remainder half, And find the total of their hopes and fears Dreams, empty dreams. The million flit as gay As if created only, like the fly That spreads his motley wings in the eye of noon, 135
To sport their season and be seen no more.
145 In which obscurity has wrapp'd them up, The threads of politic and shrewd design That ran through all his purposes, and charge His mind with meanings that he never had, Or having, kept conceald. Some drill and bore 150 The solid earth, and from the strata there Extract a register, by which we learn That He who made it and reveal'd its date To Moses, was mistaken in its age. Some more acute and more industrious still 155 Contrive creation; travel nature up
5 Then came Domitian, dragging in Suetonius : There is no greater pest, said he, than that generation of scribbling rogues the historians,—when they have vented the humour and caprice of their own brains, that forsooth must be called “the Life of such an Emperor.”—Quevedo. Vision vii.
6 Great actions, the lustre of which dazzles us, are by politicians represented as the effects of deep designs, whereas they are commonly the effects of caprice and passion.
Rochefoucauld. Maxim vii.
Pope. Essay on Crit, 116.
To the sharp peak of her sublimest height,
shallow lamp, In playing tricks with nature, giving laws
165 To distant worlds and trifling in their own. Is 't not a pity now that tickling rheums Should ever tease the lungs and blear the sight Of oracles like these ? Great pity too, That having wielded the elements, and built 170 A thousand systems, each in his own way, They should go out in fume and be forgot? Ah! what is life thus spent ? and what are they But frantic who thus spend it ? all for smoke, Eternity for bubbles, proves at last
175 A senseless bargain. When I see such games Play'd by the creatures of a Power who swears
He his fabric of the heavens
Par. Lost, viii. 76. 8 What win I, if I gain the thing I seek ?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy :
Shakespeare. Tarq. and Luc. st. 31.
That he will judge the earth, and call the fool
190 'Twere well, says one sage erudite, profound, Terribly arch'd and aquiline his nose, And overbuilt with most impending brows, 'Twere well could you permit the world to live As the world pleases. What's the world to you?Much. I was born of woman, and drew milk 196 As sweet as charity from human breasts. I think, articulate, I laugh and weep And exercise all functions of a man. How then should I and any man that lives Be strangers to each other'l? Pierce my vein, Take of the crimson stream meandering there
Go, teach eternal Wisdom how to rule,
Pope. Essay on Mun, ii. 29.
Spleen. 11 Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.