And where no wants, no wishes can remain, See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow! For him alone, Hope leads from goal to goal, Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine, God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next, and next all human race; Wide, and more wide, the' o'erflowings of the mind Take every creature in, of every kind; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest, And Heaven beholds its image in his breast. Come then, my friend! my genius! come along; O master of the poet, and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, What conscience dictates to be done, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives, For God is paid when man receives, Yet not to earth's contracted span Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart, Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has denied, Teach me to feel another's woe, Mean though I am, not wholly so, Through this day's life or death! This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, MORAL ESSAYS, IN FOUR EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS. Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se HOR. EPISTLE I. TO SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, LORD COBHAM, ARGUMENT. OF THE KNOWLEDGE AND CHARACTERS OF MEN. I. That it is not sufficient for this knowledge to consider man in the abstract; books will not serve the purpose, nor yet our own experience singly. General maxims, unless they be formed upon both, will be but notional. Some peculiarity in every man, characteristic to himself, yet varying from himself. Difficulties arising from our own passions, fancies, faculties, &c. The shortness of life, to observe in, and the uncertainty of the principles of action in men, to observe by. Our own principle of action often hid from ourselves. Some few characters plain, but in general confounded, dissembled, or inconsistent. The same man utterly different in different places and seasons. Unimaginable weaknesses in the greatest. Nothing constant and certain but God and nature. No judging of the motives from the actions; the same actions proceeding from contrary motives, and the same motives influencing contrary actions. II. Yet to form characters, we can only take the strongest actions of a man's life, and try to make them agree: the utter uncertainty of this, from nature itself, and from policy. Characters given according to the rank of men of the world. And some reason for it. Education alters the nature, or at least the character, of many. Actions passions, opinions, manners, humours, or principles, all subject to change. No judging by nature. III. It only remains to find (if we can) his RULING PASSION: that will certainly influence all the rest, and cas reconcile the seeming or real inconsistency of all his actions. Instanced in the extraordinary character of Clodio. A caution against mistaking second qualities for first, which will destroy all possibility of the knowledge of mankind. Examples of the strength of the ruling passion, and its continuation to the last breath. I. YES, you despise the man to books confined, That from his cage cries cuckold, whore, and knave, And yet the fate of all extremes is such, Maxims are drawn from notions, those from guess Our depths who fathoms, or our shallows finds, Like following life through creatures you dissect, Yet more; the difference is as great between All manners take a tincture from our own Or come discolour'd through our passions shown. Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dies. Nor will life's stream for observation stay, It hurries all too fast to mark their way: |