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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.

Epistle i. Line 267.
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns.

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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,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Epistle i. Line 289.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ;
The proper study of mankind is man.* Epistle ii. Line 1.

If ought do touch the utmost thread of it
She feels it instantly on every side.

Sir John DAVIES (1570-1626). Immortality of the Soul.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin ;
And when eyes meet far cff, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Dryden. Marriage à la Mode: Act ii. Sc. 1.
* Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

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;
Still by himself abused or disabused ;
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 hurled ;
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.*

Epistle ii. Line 13.
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot. Epistle ii. Line 63.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

Epistle ii. Line 107
And hence one master-passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

Epistle ii. Line 137 The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Epistle ii. Line 135

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Epistle ii. Line 217.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.

Epistle ii. Line 231.

* 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,
As to be loved needs only to be seen.

DRYDEN. The Hind and Panther.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased 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.
Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before,
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

Epistle ii. Line 275.
Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Speed the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

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.

Epistle iv. Line 49. ,

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words-health, peace, and competence.

Epistle iv. Line 79.

* His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets, might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

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 ?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

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 ! +

Epistle iv. Line 281.

* Man is his own star, and that soul that can
Be honest, is the only perfect man.

FLETCHER. Upon an Honest Man's Fortune.
† May see thee now, though late redeem thy name,
And glorify at else damned fame.

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,
But looks through nature up to nature's God. *

Epistle iv. Line 331.
Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe. +

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.

Epistle iv. Line 397.

MORAL ESSAYS.

To observations which ourselves we make,
We grow more partial for the observer's sake.

Epistle i. Line in.
Like following life through creatures you dissect
You lose it in the moment you detect. Epistle i. Line

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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.