Adida Šther alike Angels Antipater Arnobius Beaft beft beſt beſtow bleffing bleft blifs breath caffas Catiline Caufe ceafe creature deferve defires Deftroying earth EPISTLE ESSAY Ev'n ev'ry Faith fame feen fenfe ferves fhade fhall fince firft fix'd fmall fome fool form'd foul ftands ftate ftill ftrength ftrong fuch funk fyftem gen'ral giv'n glory happineſs Heav'n immenfe Inftinct int'reft itſelf juft Juftice juſt kings knave laws lefs leſs less than Angel Lord Man's mankind mind muft muſt Nature Nature's never o'er Oppian paffions pain pleaſure Pow'r praiſe prefent pride profpect raiſe Reafon reas'ning reft reſt rife rofe ruling Angels Self-love Senfe ſkies ſpread ſtate ſtill taught thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Tyrant Univerfal Vice Virtue wants weak weakneſs Whate'er whofe whole wife Wiſdom wned worfe
Page 25 - 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...
Page 9 - Created half to rise, and half to fall: Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 33 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and divine ; Sees that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole The first, last purpose of the human soul ; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God and love of man.
Page 3 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 24 - 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 8 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 31 - Caesar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies ? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise ? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others...
Page 35 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Page 8 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part. As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns. As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills. He bounds, connects, and equals all Cease then, nor order imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.