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An Essay on Man: In Four Epistles: To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke
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Page 10 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
Page 17 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood.
Page 50 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man. When thousand worlds are round.
Page 40 - Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these: Some sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain ; Some swell'd to gods, confess e'en virtue vain!
Page 40 - Twin'd with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Page 50 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Page 46 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page 51 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.