Compare: "Whatever is, is in its causes just", John Dryden, Œdipus, Act III, scene 1. One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.Īll chance, direction which thou canst not see Īnd, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,.He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all! To Him no high, no low, no great, no small As full, as perfect, in vile man that mournsĪs the rapt seraph that adores and burns.Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,.All are but parts of one stupendous whole,.Compare: "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, / And thin partitions do their bounds divide", John Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel, part I, line 163. What thin partitions sense from thought divide! Compare: "Much like a subtle spider which doth sit / In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide / If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, / She feels it instantly on every side", John Davies, The Immortality of the Soul. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!įeels at each thread, and lives along the line.Compare: "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. Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise.Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes, In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies Īll quit their spere, and rush into the skies!.But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,.His soul proud Science never taught to strayīehind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heav'n. Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind.Hope springs eternal in the human breast:.Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,.Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,Īnd licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,Īll but the page prescrib'd, their present state.'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less! Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?įirst, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou find,.What can we reason but from what we know? Laugh where we must, be candid where we can Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,Īnd catch the manners living as they rise:.Try what the open, what the covert yield. #ALEXANDER POPE ENSAYO SOBRE EL HOMBRE PDF FREE#Let us, since life can little more supplyĮxpatiate free o'er all this scene of man
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