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AARON HILL. 1685–1750.

First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice. Zara. Epilogue.

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,

And it stings you for your pains ;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,

And it soft as silk remains.
'Tis the same with common natures :

Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

Verses written on a window in Scotland.

THOMAS TICKELL. 1686–1740.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

Line 45. There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge !) taught us how to die. Line 81.

1 The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:

Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't ;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.

The Examiner, May 31, 1823. 2 He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live. — MONTAIGNE: Essays, book i. chap. ix.

I have taught you, my dear fock, for above thirty years how to live ;

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

To a Lady with a Present of Flowers.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,


I must not stay ;
I see a hand you cannot see,

Which beckons me away. Colin and Lucy.

SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765.

Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,
Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.

Boulter's Monument. Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.


ALEXANDER POPE. 1688–1744.

Awake, my St. John ! leave all meaner things
To low ambition and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.?

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1.

and I will show you in a very short time how to die. — SANDYS: Anglorum Speculum, p. 903.

Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.

PORTEUS: Death, line 316. He taught them how to live and how to die. - SOMERVILLE: In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore.

1 See Herbert, page 206.
2 See Milton, page 223.

There is no theme more plentiful to scan
Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.

Du Bartas: Days and Weeks, third day.

Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9.
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."

Line 13 Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know ? Line 17. 'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.

Line 60. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state. Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Line 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Line 87. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.? The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Line 95. Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor’d mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way.

Epistle i. Line 99. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Line 111. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.

i See Milion, page 242.

2 Thus we never live, but we hope to live ; and always disposing ourselves to be happy. — Pascal: Thoughts, chap. v. 2.

Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes :
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Line 139. Why has not man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason, man is not a fly.

Line 193. Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Line 200. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.? Line 217. Remembrance and reflection how allied ! What thin partitions sense from thought divide !!

Line 225 All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Line 267 Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. Line 271. As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all ! Line 277. 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.6

Line 289.


1 All the parts of the universe I have an interest in : the earth serves me to walk upon ; the sun to light me ; the stars have their influence upon me. — MONTAIGNE : Apology for Raimond Sebond, 2 See Sir John Davies, page 176.

8 See Dryden, page 267. 4 There is no great and no small. – EMERSON : Epigraph to listory. 6 See Dryden, page 276.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.'

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1.
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.2

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

Line 63. In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd : 't is fix'd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest. Line 101. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

Line 107. And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. Line 131. The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Line 135. Extremes in nature equal ends produce ; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Line 205. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen ; 8 Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Line 217. 1 La vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man). — Charron: De la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1.

Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers. — PLATO: Phædrus.

? What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe. PASCAL: Thoughts, chap. x.

8 See Dryden, page 269.

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