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bear Beauty better blessing blest Book cause charms Court death divine ease EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fall fame fate Father fear Folly fool forms give Gold grace grow half hand happy hate head hear heart Heaven honest honour hope keep kind King Knave land laws learned leave less live look Lord mankind mean mind MORAL Muse Nature never o'er once Passion Pleasure Poet poor Power praise pride proud quid quod Reason rest rich rife round rule Satire scarce Sense sire sirst soul strong sure Taste tell thee things thou thought thousand Town true Truth turn VARIATION verse Vice Virtue weak wealth whole wife write
Página 41 - With too 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...
Página 29 - 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; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Página 39 - 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...
Página 77 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Página 50 - Fools ! who from hence into the notion fall, That vice or virtue there is none at all. If white and black blend, soften, and unite A thousand ways, is there no black or white?
Página 156 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Página 60 - 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.
Página 64 - For nature knew no right divine in men ; No ill could fear in God, and understood A...
Página 69 - 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...