From essay on man alexander pope
Respecting man, whatever wrong we call, May, must be right, as relative to all.
An essay on man epistle 3
Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly, Planets and suns run lawless through the sky; Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd, Being on being wreck'd, and world on world; Heav'n's whole foundations to their centre nod, And nature tremble to the throne of God. A better shall we have? It appears imperfect to us only because our perceptions are limited by our feeble moral and intellectual capacity. We, wretched subjects, though to lawful sway, In this weak queen some fav'rite still obey: Ah! Considered as a whole, the Essay on Man is an affirmative poem of faith: life seems chaotic and patternless to man when he is in the midst of it, but is in fact a coherent portion of a divinely ordered plan. Cease then, nor order imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything give his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
According to his friend and editor, William WarburtonPope intended to structure the work as follows: The four epistles which had already been published would have comprised the first book. Happiness comes when one has "health, peace, and competence.
Essay on man quotes
First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less! For example, motivated by envy, a person may develop courage and wish to emulate the accomplishments of another; and the avaricious person may attain the virtue of prudence. In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. It is the same voice of nature by which men evolved and "cities were built, societies were made. Is the great chain, that draws all to agree, And drawn supports, upheld by God, or thee? How shall we keep, what, sleeping or awake, A weaker may surprise, a stronger take? But of this frame the bearings, and the ties, The strong connections, nice dependencies, Gradations just, has thy pervading soul Look'd through? Most strength the moving principle requires; Active its task, it prompts, impels, inspires. It is concerned with the natural order God has decreed for man. Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade? All spread their charms, but charm not all alike; On diff'rent senses diff'rent objects strike; Hence diff'rent passions more or less inflame, As strong or weak, the organs of the frame; And hence one master passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. Those that reflect on man's condition will soon have Utopian dreams. Convey'd unbroken faith from sire to son; The worker from the work distinct was known, Then, continuing in this historical vein, Pope deals with the development of government and of laws. It has been pointed out that at times, he does little more than echo the same thoughts expressed by the English poet. Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another, in this gen'ral frame: Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains, The great directing Mind of All ordains.
Ask for what end the heav'nly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? See anger, zeal and fortitude supply; Ev'n av'rice, prudence; sloth, philosophy; Lust, through some certain strainers well refin'd, Is gentle love, and charms all womankind; Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave; Nor virtue, male or female, can we name, But what will grow on pride, or grow on shame.
Pride answers, " 'Tis for mine: For me kind Nature wakes her genial pow'r, Suckles each herb, and spreads out ev'ry flow'r; Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew, The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; For me, health gushes from a thousand springs; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies.
As has been stated in the introduction, Voltaire had become well acquainted with the English poet during his stay of more than two years in England, and the two had corresponded with each other with a fair degree of regularity when Voltaire returned to the Continent.
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything give his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
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