Take Nature's path, and mad Opinions leave: All states can reach it, and all heads conceive; Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell; There needs but thinking right, and meaning well; And, mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common sense, and common ease. Remember, man," the Universal Cause "Acts not by partial, but by gen'ral laws;" And makes what happiness we justly call, Subsist not in the good of one, but all. There's not a blessing individuals find, But some way leans and hearkens to the kind: 40 45 Each has his share; and who would more obtain, Shall find, the pleasure pays not half the pain. ORDER is Heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, 50 If all are equal in their happiness; But mutual wants this happiness increase; 55 All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing; In who obtain defence, or who defend, In him who is, or him who finds a friend: 60 Heaven breathes through ev'ry member of the whole But fortune's gifts, if each alike possest, Fortune her gifts may variously dispose, 65 While those are plac'd in hope, and these in fear : 70 Not present good or ill, the joy or curse, But future views of better, or of worse. O sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise, By mountains pil'd on mountains, to the skies? And peace, O virtue! peace is all thy own. The good or bad the gifts of fortune gain; 75 80 But these less taste them, as they worse obtain. Say, in pursuit of profit or delight, 85 Who risk the most, that take wrong means, or right? Or vice or virtue, whether blest or curst, Which meets contempt, or which compassion first? 90 And grant the bad what happiness they would, 95 100 Say, was it virtue, more though Heav'n ne'er gave, 105 Why drew Marseilles' good bishop purer breath, When nature sicken'd, and each gale was death? Lent Heaven a parent to the poor and me? 110 What makes all physical or moral ill? There deviates nature, and here wanders will, God sends not ill, if rightly understood, Or partial ill is universal good, Or change admits, or nature lets it fall, 115 Short, and but rare, till man improv'd it all. When his lewd father gave the dire disease. 120 Think we, like some weak prince, th' Eternal Cause Shall burning Etna, if a sage requires, Forget to thunder, and recall her fires? On air or sea new motions be imprest, 12 O blameless Bethel! to relieve thy breast? When the loose mountain trembles from on high, Or some old temple, nodding to its fall, For Chartres' head reserve the hanging wall? 130 V. But still this world (so fitted for the knave) Contents us not. A better shall we have? A kingdom of the just then let it be : 135 But who, but God, can tell us who they are? One thinks on Calvin Heaven's own spirit fell, This cries, there is, and that, there is no God. 140 And what rewards your virtue, punish mine. "Whatever is, is right."-This world, 'tis true, 145 Was made for Cæsar-but for Titus too : And which more blest? Who chain'd his country, say, "But sometimes virtue starves, while vice is fed." What then? Is the reward of virtue bread? 150 That, vice may merit, 'tis the price of toil; The knave deserves it, when he tills the soil. The knave deserves it, when he tempts the main, Where folly fights for kings, or dives for gain. 155 No: shall the good want health, the good want power?" Add health and power, and ev'ry earthly thing; "Why bounded pow'r? why private? why no king? 160 Nay, why external for internal giv'n? "Why is not man a God and earth a heav'n?" 165 What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: a better would you fix? Then give humility a coach and six, 170 Justice a conqu'ror's sword, or truth a gown, Or public spirit, its great cure, a crown. Weak, foolish man! will Heav'n reward us there With the same trash mad mortals wish for here? 175 Yet sigh'st thou now for apples and for cakes? 180 |