The rules a nation born to serve, obeys, And Boileau still in right of Horace sways. There lived in primo Georgii, they record, A worthy member, no small fool, a lord; Who, though the House was up, delighted sate, Heard, noted, answered, as in full debate: The great Alcides, every labour past, Had still this monster to subdue at last.
Of man what see we, but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer? We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so. Sure fate of all, beneath whose rising ray Each star of meaner merit fades away!
Observe how seldom even the best succeed: Cursed be the wretch, so venal and so vain: The thief condemned, in law already dead, So prompts, and saves a rogue who cannot read.
He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before, Like battering rams, beats open every door: Foes to all living worth except your own, And advocates for folly dead and gone.
Who climb their mountain, or who taste their spring? He advocates looking at a whole piece of work, instead of being swayed by some of its showier or faulty parts: Courts are too much for wits so weak as mine: Know thy own point: Wisdom curse on it will come soon or late.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Thus Pegasus, a nearer way to take, May boldly deviate from the common track. Spirits like you should see and should be seen, The King would smile on you--at least the Queen.
For this plain reason, man is not a fly. The four epistles which had already been published would have comprised the first book. Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing through the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move, For fools admire, but men of sense approve; As things seem large which we through mists descry, Dulness is ever apt to magnify. In search of wit these lose their common sense, And then turn critics in their own defence: Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade?
Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach, You go to church to hear these flatterers preach. The ship itself may make a better figure, But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger, I neither strut with every favouring breath, Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth.
Cease then, nor order imperfection name:The only part of the scheme, therefore, which was fully completed was the four epistles of the Essay on Man. Parts of the fourth book of The Dunciad were composed using material for the second book of the original essay and the four moral epistles were originally conceived as parts of the fourth book (see below).
An Essay on Man: Epistle I By Alexander Pope. To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; An Essay on Man: Epistle I By Alexander Pope About this Poet The acknowledged master of the heroic couplet and one of the primary tastemakers of the Augustan age.
An Essay on Man is a poem published by Alexander Pope in – It is an effort to rationalize or rather "vindicate the ways of God to man" (l), a variation of John Milton's claim in the opening lines of Paradise Lost, that he will "justify the ways of God to men" ().It is concerned with the natural order God has decreed for man.
An Essay on Man. Moral essays and satires by Alexander Pope. INTRODUCTION. Pope's life as a writer falls into three periods, answering fairly enough.
Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. Alexander Pope, a translator, poet, wit, amateur landscape gardener, and satirist, was born in London in He contracted tuberculosis of the bone when he was young, which disfigured his spine and purportedly only allowed him to grow to 4 feet, 6 inches.Download