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What thin partitions sense from thought divide.*
Epistle i. Line 226. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
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If ought do touch the utmost thread of it
Sir John DAVIES (1570-1626). Immortality of the Soul.
Dryden. Marriage à la Mode: Act ii. Sc. 1.
DRYDEN, ante, p. 158. 'Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ fuit.' Seneca, De Tranquillitate Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Ρroblemata (xxx. 1), Διά τί πάντες όσοι περιττοί γεγόνασιν άνδρες και κατά φιλοσοφίαν ή πολιτικήν ή ποίησιν ή τέχνας φαινονται μελαγχολικοί όντες.
From Charron (de la Sargesse) :— La vraye science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme.'
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
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On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
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Epistle ii. Line 137 The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
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* 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.
# For truth has such a face and such a mien,
DRYDEN. The Hind and Panther.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
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Epistle iii. Line 177. The enormous faith of many made for one.
Epistle iï. Line 242. For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered is best : For modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight ; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.*
Epistle iii. Line 303. O happiness ! our being's end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content ! whate'er thy name : That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Epistle iv. Line 1. Order is Heaven's first law.
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Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
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* His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets, might
Cowley. On the Death of Crashaw.
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 ?
Epistle iv. Line 215. A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
a An honest man's the noblest work of God.*
Epistle iv. Line 247. Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart : One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas : And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
Epistle iv. Line 254. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind ! Or, ravished with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame ! +
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* Man is his own star, and that soul that can
FLETCHER. Upon an Honest Man's Fortune.
SAVAGE. Character of Foster. Damned by the Muse to everlasting fame.
LLOYD. Epistle to a Friend.
Know then this truth (enough for man to know), "Virtue alone is happiness below.' Epistle iv. Line 309.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
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Epistle iv. Line 379. Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
Epistie iv. Line 385. Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend.
Epistle iv. Line 390. That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is, ourselves to know.
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To observations which ourselves we make,
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* You will find that it is the modest, not the presumptuous inquirer, who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God—that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.
BOLINGBROKE. A Letter to Mr. Pope. + Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère.
BOILEAU. L'Art Poétique. Chant Ier.