That, however, the Ends of
Providence
and general Good
are answered in our Passions and Imperfections, v.
are answered in our Passions and Imperfections, v.
Pope - Essay on Man
The Passions, and their use,
v. 93 to 130. The predominant Passion, and its force, v. 132 to 160. Its
Necessity, in directing Men to different purposes, v. 165, etc. Its
providential Use, in fixing our Principle, and ascertaining our Virtue,
v. 177. IV. Virtue and Vice joined in our mixed Nature; the limits near,
yet the things separate and evident: What is the Office of Reason, v. 202
to 216. V. How odious Vice in itself, and how we deceive ourselves into
it, v. 217. VI.
That, however, the Ends of Providence and general Good
are answered in our Passions and Imperfections, v. 238, etc. How usefully
these are distributed to all Orders of Men, v. 241. How useful they are
to Society, v. 251. And to the Individuals, v. 263. In every state, and
every age of life, v. 273, etc.
EPISTLE II.
I. Know, then, thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
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 hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his followers trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
v. 93 to 130. The predominant Passion, and its force, v. 132 to 160. Its
Necessity, in directing Men to different purposes, v. 165, etc. Its
providential Use, in fixing our Principle, and ascertaining our Virtue,
v. 177. IV. Virtue and Vice joined in our mixed Nature; the limits near,
yet the things separate and evident: What is the Office of Reason, v. 202
to 216. V. How odious Vice in itself, and how we deceive ourselves into
it, v. 217. VI.
That, however, the Ends of Providence and general Good
are answered in our Passions and Imperfections, v. 238, etc. How usefully
these are distributed to all Orders of Men, v. 241. How useful they are
to Society, v. 251. And to the Individuals, v. 263. In every state, and
every age of life, v. 273, etc.
EPISTLE II.
I. Know, then, thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
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 hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his followers trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
