CONTENTS OF THE SEVENTH NIGHT. IN the Sixth Night arguments were drawn, from NATURE, in proof of HEAV'N gives the needful, but neglected call. What day, what hour, but knocks at human hearts, POPE, who couldst make immortals! art thou dead? * Night the Sixth. If man sleeps on, untaught by what he sees, Why discontent for ever harbour'd there? In fate so distant, in complaint so near? Is it, that things terrestrial can't content? Deep in rich pasture will thy flocks complain? Not so; but to their master is deny'd To share their sweet serene. Man, ill at ease, In this, not his own place, this foreign field, Where nature fodders him with other food, Than was ordain'd his cravings to suffice, Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast, Sighs on for something more, when most enjoy'd. Is heav'n then kinder to thy flocks than thee? Not so; thy pasture richer, but remote ; In part, remote; for that remoter part Man bleats from instinct, tho' perhaps, debauch'd By sense, his reason sleeps nor dreams the cause |