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Sedate and quiet the comparing lies,
Self-love still stronger, as its object's nigh;
Reason's at distance, and in
That sees immediate good by present sense;
At best more watchful this, but that more strong.
The action of the stronger to suspend,
Reason still use, to reason still attend.
Attention, habit and experience gains;
Each strengthens reason, and self-love restrains.
Let subtle schoolmen teach these friends to fight,
More studious to divide than to unite;
and virtue, sense and reason split,
With all the rash dexterity of wit.
Wits, just like fools, at war about a name,
3. Modes of self-love the passions we may call;
Passions, tho' selfish, if their means be fair,
List under reason, and deserve her care;
Those that, imparted, court a nobler aim,
In lazy apathy let stoics boast
Their virtue fix'd; 'tis fix'd as in a frost;
He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Passions, like elements, tho’ born to fight, Yet, mix'd and soften'd, in his work unite:
These, 'tis enough to temper and employ;
Love, hope, and joy, fair Pleasure's smiling train,
Make and maintain the balance of the mind :
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife,
Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes;
And when in act they cease, in prospect rise:
of the frame; And hence one master passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death ;
disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with
his strength: So, çast and mingled with his very frame, The mind's disease, its ruling passion came;
Each vital humour which should feed the whole,
Soon flows to this, in body and in soul:
As the mind opens, and its functions spread,
Nature its mother, habit is its nurse;
Wit, spirit, faculties, but make it worse;