Essay on Man -Continued.

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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.

MORAL ESSAYS.

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'Tis from high life high characters are drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

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"Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent, the tree 's inclined.

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

Moral Essays-Continued.

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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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Virtue she finds too painful an endeavor,

Content to dwell in decencies for ever.

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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, and old age of cards.

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Oh! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray

Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.

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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Rise, honest muse! and sing, the man of Ross.

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Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.

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'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

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And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

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A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

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Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,

Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.*

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True wit is nature to advantage dressed,

What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

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A needless Alexandrine ends the song,

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

"High characters," cries one, and he would see,
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.
Epilogue to "Goblins." SUCKLING.

There is no such thing in Nature, and you'll draw
A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.
Essay on Poetry. SHEFFIELD.

Essay on Criticism - Continued.

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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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To err is human: to forgive, divine.

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All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

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Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown proposed as things forgot.

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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

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For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Ode on Solitude.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.