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Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Thus nature gives us (let it check our pride) 195
This light and darkness in our chaos join'd, What shall divide ? The god within the mind.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce, 205 In man they join to some mysterious use ;
Tho' After ver. 194 in the MS.
How oft, with passion, virtue points her charms!
Tho' each by turns the other's bound invade,
Fools! who from hence into the notion fall,
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. But where th' extreme of vice, was ne'er agreed : Ask where's the north? at York, 'tis on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there, At Greenland, Sembla, or the Lord knows where. No creature owns it in the first degree,
225 But thinks his neighbour farther gone than he ; Ev’n those who dwell beneath its very zóne, Or never feel the rage, or never own;
What After ver. 220 in the first Edition, followed these :
A cheat! a whore! who starts not at the name,
In all the inns of court or Drury-lane ?
The col’nel swears the agent is a dog,
What happier natures shrink at with affright,
rogue and fool by fits is fair and wise ; And ev'n the best, by fits, what they despise. 'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill; 235 For, vice or virtue, self directs it still ; Each individual seeks a sev'ral goal ; But Heav'n's great view is one, and that the whole. That counter-works each folly and caprice; That disappoints th' effect of ev'ry vice; 240 That, happy frailties to all ranks apply'd; Shame to the virgin, to the.matron pride, Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief, To kings presumption, and to crowds belief : That, virtue's ends from vanity can raise,
245 Which seeks no int’rest, no reward but praise ; And build on wants, and on defects of mind, The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind.
Heav'n forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend,
250 Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. Wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally The common int’rest, or endear the tie. To these we owe true friendship, love sincere, 255 Each home-felt joy that life inherits here ;
Yet from the same we learn, in its decline,
Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
contents him with the care of Heav'n.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, 275 Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier play-thing gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite : Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and pray’r-books are the toys of age: 280 Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before, Till tir'd he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of happiness by hope supply'd,