Ask where's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. Virtuous and vicious every man must be, Line 231. Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, Line 274. Epistle iii. Line 45. Learn of the little nautilus to sail, The enormous faith of many made for one. Line 242. For forms of government let fools contest; For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; O happiness! our being's end and aim! Line 303. Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: 1 Why may not a goose say thus? . . . there is nothing that yon heav enly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me?-MONTAIGNE: Apology for Raimond Lebond. 2 See Cowley, page 260. Order is Heaven's first law. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49. Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, — health, peace, and competence. Line 79. The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy. Line 168. Honour and shame from no condition rise; Line 193. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; Line 203. What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? Line 215. Line 247. A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God.' Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels 1 See Fletcher, page 183. 2 See Cowley, page 262. 8 May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame. Line 254. Line 261. Line 281. Line 309. SAVAGE: Character of Foster. Never elated when one man's oppress'd; Line 331. Line 379. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.1 Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe." Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph and partake the gale? Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know. To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. Line 385. Line 390 Line 397. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11. Like following life through creatures you dissect, Line 20. In vain sedate reflections we would make Line 39. Not always actions show the man; we find Line 109. Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, Line 115. Line 135. Line 149. 1 See Bolingbroke, page 304. 2 See Dryden, page 273. 8 'Tis virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell. Eclogues, i. line 5. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 172. "Odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke," Fine by defect, and delicately weak.' Line 246. Line 262. Epistle ii. Line 15. With too much quickness ever to be taught; Line 19. Line 43. With too much thinking to have common thought. Line 97. Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer, To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, Line 147. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies forever. Line 163. Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; Line 215. Line 243. Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray Line 257. Line 2. Most women have no characters at all. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Line 261. 1 Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (All things change, and we change with them). MATTHIAS BORBONIUS: Delicia Poetarum Germanorum, i. 685. 2 See Prior, page 287. And mistress of herself though china fall. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 268. Woman 's at best a contradiction still. Line 270. Who shall decide when doctors disagree, Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! Epistle iii. Line 1. Line 39. P. What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, fine clothes, and fire. But thousands die without or this or that, - The ruling passion, be it what it will, Line 79. Line 95. Line 153. Line 161. Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross. Line 250. Line 282. Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Line 285. In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung. Line 299. Where London's column, pointing at the skies, To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, 1 See Milton, page 231. Line 339. Epistle iv. Line 43. Line 149. |