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.

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Learn of the little nautilus to sail,

Speed the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

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The enormous faith of many made for one.

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.*

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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.

Order is Heaven's first law.

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Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,

Lie in three words-health, peace, and competence.

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* 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.

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Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
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What can ennoble sots, or slaves or cowards?

Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;

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An honest man's the noblest work of God.*

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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.

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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
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 what else is damned to 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.'

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Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through nature up to nature's God.*

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Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.†

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Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?

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Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend.

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That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is, ourselves to know.

MORAL ESSAYS.

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

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Like following life through creatures you dissect You lose it in the moment you detect. Epistle i. Line 29.

*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.

Half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.

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'T is from high life high characters are drawn ; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

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'T is education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

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Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,
Tenets with books, and principles with times.*

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Odious! in woollen ! 't would a saint provoke,
Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.

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And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

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Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

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Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

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Fine by defect, and delicately weak.

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With too much quickness ever to be taught ;
With too much thinking to have common thought.
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To heirs unknown descends th' unguarded store,
Or wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor.

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* Tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis.

BORBONIUS.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour,

Content to dwell in decencies for ever. Epistle ii. Line 163.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;

But every woman is at heart a rake.

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See how the world its veterans rewards!

A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.

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Oh! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.

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She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules.

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And mistress of herself, though china fall.

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Woman's at best a contradiction still. Epistle ii. Line 270.

Who shall decide, when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

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Blest paper-credit! last and best supply!
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.

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But thousands die without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college or a cat.

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The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.

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Extremes in nature equal good produce.

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