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E P I S T L E I.
'ES, you despise the man to Books confin'd,
Who from his study rails at human kind; Tho' what he learns he speaks, and may advance Some gen'ral maxims, or be right by chance. The coxcomb bird, so talkative and grave, 5 That from his cage cries Cuckold, Whore, and Knave, Tho' many a passenger he rightly call, You hold him no Philosopher at all.
And yet the fate of all extremes is such, Men may be read, as well as Books, too much. To obfervations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' Observer's sake ; To written Wisdom, as another's, less : Maxims are drawn from Notions, those from Guess. There's some Peculiar in each leaf and grain, 15 Some unmark'd fibre, or some varying vein : Shall only Man be taken in the gross ? Grant but as many sorts of Mind as Moss.
That each from other differs,' first confess ; Next, that he varies from himself no less; 20 Add Nature's, Custom's, Reason's, Paffion's (trife, And all Opinion's colours cast on life.
Our depths who fathoms, or our fhallows finds, Quick whirls, and shifting eddies, of our minds ?
On human actions reason tho' you can,
35 Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.
Nor, will Life's stream for observation stay,
41 Our spring of action to ourselves is loft :
VIR. 26. It may be Reason but it is not Man: ] i.e. The Philosopher' may invent a rational bypotbesis that shall account for the appearances he would investigate ; and yet that hypo. thefis be all the while very wide of trutb and the nature of things. VER. 33. All Manners take a tincture from our own;
• Or come discolour'd abro' our. Passions shown.] These two lines are remarkable for the exactness and propriety of expression. The word tincture, which implies a weak colour given by degrees, well describes the influence of the Manners; and the word discolour, which implies a quicker change and by a deeper dye, denotes as well the operation of the Paffions.
Tir'd, not determin'd, to the last we yield,
45 When sense subsides, and Fancy sports in sleep, (Tho' past the recollection of the thought) Becomes the stuff of which our dream is wrought : Something as dim to our internal view, Is thus, perhaps, the cause of most we do.
go True, some are open, and to all men known; Others so very close, they're hid from none; (So darkness strikes the sense no less than Light) Thus gracious CHANdos is belov'd at fight; And ev'ry child hates Shylock, tho' his soul
55 Still sits at squat, and peeps not from its hole. At half mankind when gen’rous Manly raves, All know 'tis Virtue, for he thinks them knayes : When universal homage Umbra pays, All fee 'tis Vice, and itch of vulgar praise. 60 When Flatt'ry glares, all hate it in a Queen, While one there is who charms us with his Spleen.
But these pl.in Characters we rarely find ; Tho' strong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind : Or puzzling Contraries confound the whole ; 65 Or Affectations quite reverse the soul. The Dull, Alat Falfhood serves, for policy: And in the Cunning, Truth itself's a lye : Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise ; The Fool lies hid in inconsistencies.