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And makes what happiness we justly call
There's not a blessing individuals find,
Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend:
Abstract what others feel, what others think,
All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink:
Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest,
That such are happier, shocks all common sense,
Heav'n to mankind impartial we confess,
In him who is, or him who finds a friend :
Heav'n breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole
Fortune her gifts may variously dispose,
But heaven'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.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise, By mountains pil'd on mountains, to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Liein three words, health, peace, and competence, But health consists with temperance alone; And peace, O Virtue!
peace is all thy own. The good or bad the gifts of fortune gain; But these less taste them as they worse obtain.
Say, in pursuit of profit or delight,
And grant the bad what happiness they wou'd, One they must want, which is to pass
for good. Oh, blind to truth, and God's whole scheme below,
Who fancy bliss to vice, to virtue woe!
Who sees and follows that great scheme the best,
See Sidney bleeds amid the martial strife!
What makes all physical or moral ill ?.
God sends not ill, if rightly understood;
Or 'change admits, or nature lets it fall,
Short, and but rare, till man improv'd it all.