Essay on Man by Alexander Pope
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
What an exquisite philosophical poetry ! ! ! !
It is the best philosophy in poetic version and Every word has immense meaning so deeply around various topics but merely comprehend basics of man and their surroundings.
Intensely and supremely knitted in blossoming beauty of poetry.
Some of Greatest lines – –
“Two principles in human nature reign; Self-love, to urge, and
reason, to restrain; Nor this a good, nor that a bad we call, Each
works its end, to move or govern all: And to their proper operation
still Ascribe all Good, to their imprope”
“Oh fool! to think God hates the worthy mind, The lover and the love of human-kind, Whose life is healthful, and whose conscience clear, Because he wants a thousand pounds a year. Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies. ”
“Fortune her gifts may variously dispose, And these be happy call’d, unhappy those; But heav’n’s just balance equal will appear, While those are plac’d in hope, and these in fear: Not present good or ill, the joy or curse, But future views of better, or of worse.”
”Nor ends the pleasure with the fierce embrace; They love themselves, a third time, in their race. Thus beast and bird their common charge attend The mothers nurse it, and the sires defend; The young dismiss’d to wander earth or air, There stops the instinct, and there ends the care; The link dissolves, each seeks a fresh embrace, Another love succeeds, another race. “
“Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield; The latent tracts, the giddy heights explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature’s walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.”
“Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher death; and God adore.”
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.”
“Call imperfection what thou fanciest such, Say, here He gives too little, there too much: Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, If man’s unhappy, God’s unjust.”
“All Nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; 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.”
“Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is man.” “See! and confess, one comfort still must rise, ‘Tis this, – Though man’s a fool, yet God is wise.”
“For forms of government let fools contest; Whate’er is best administered is best: For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can’t be wrong whose life is in the right: In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind’s concern is charity: All must be false that thwart this one great end; And all of God, that bless mankind or mend.”
“The good must merit God’s peculiar care; But who, but God, can tell us who they are? One thinks on Calvin Heaven’s own Spirit fell; Another deems him instrument of hell; If Calvin feel Heaven’s blessing, or its rod, This cries, There is, and that, There is no God.”
“For wit’s false mirror held up Nature’s light; Showed erring pride, – Whatever is, is right; That reason, passion, answer one great aim; That true self-love and social are the same; That virtue only makes our bliss below; And all our knowledge is, – Ourselves to know.”
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