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That he will judge the earth, and call the foolo
it in the infallible result So hollow and so false, I feel
heart Dissolve in pity, and account the learn'd, If this be learning, most of all deceived. Great crimes alarm the conscience, but she sleeps 185 While thoughtful man is plausibly amused. Defend me therefore common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells 10, And growing old in drawing nothing up! ! 190
'Twere well, says one sage erudite, profound, Terribly arch'd and aquiline his nose, And overbuilt with most impending brows, 'Twere well could you permit the world to live As the world pleases. What's the world to you? Much. I was born of woman, and drew milk As sweet as charity from human breasts. I think, articulate, I laugh and weep And exercise all functions of a man. How then should I and any man that lives 200 Be strangers to each other'l? Pierce my vein, Take of the crimson stream meandering there
9 Go, teach eternal Wisdom how to rule, Then drop into thyself, and be a fool.
Pope. Essay on Man, ii. 29. 10 Nor vainly buys what Gildon sells, Poetic buckets for dry wells.
Spleen. 11 Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.
And catechise it well. Apply your glass,
210 In arts like yours. I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds, And bid them hide themselves in the earth beneath; I cannot analyse the air, nor catch The parallax of yonder luminous point
215 That seems half quench'd in the immense abyss : Such
powers I boast not;neither can I rest A silent witness of the headlong rage Or heedless folly by which thousands die, Bone of my bone, and kindred souls to mine. 220 ! God never meant that man should scale the heavens By strides of human wisdom. In his works Though wonderous, He commands us in his word To seek him rather, where his mercy
shines. The mind indeed enlighten’d from above
225 Views him in all; ascribes to the grand cause The grand effect; acknowledges with joy His manner, and with rapture tastes his style. But never yet did philosophic tube That brings the planets home into the eye
230 Of observation, and discovers, else Not visible, his family of worlds, Discover Him that rules them; such a veil Hangs over mortal eyes, blind from the birth
And dark in things divine. Full often too 235
210 Through all the heart's dark chambers, and reveal Truths undiscern'd but by that. holy light, Then all is plain. Philosophy baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love Has eyes indeed; and viewing all she sees
245 As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives Him his praise, and forfeits not her own. Learning has borne such fruit in other days On all her branches. " Piety has found Friends in the friends of science, and true prayer 250 Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews. Such was thy wisdom, Newton, child-like sage! Sagacious reader of the works of God, And in his word sagacious. Such too thine, Milton, whose genius had angelic wings,
All flesh is grass'?, and all its glory fades
265 12 Isaiali, xl. 6.
13 Prov. xxiii, 5.
Nothing is proof against the general curse
280 The joy of many and the dread of more, His name a theme for praise and for reproach? That while it gives us worth in God's account, Depreciates and undoes us in our own? What pearl is it that rich men cannot buy, That learning is too proud to gather up, But which the poor and the despised of all Seek and obtain, and often find unsought ? Tell me, and I will tell thee, what is truth. It
Oh friendly to the best pursuits of man, 290 Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace, Domestic life in rural leisure pass'd 15 ! Few know thy value, and few taste thy sweets,
14 Bacon otherwise-"What is truth ? said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer.”—Essay i. 15 O knew he but his happiness, of men
The happiest he! who far from public rage
Though many boast thy favours, and affect
Deep in the vale with a choice few retired,
Thomson. Autumn, 1389.
Young. Satire v.