Pope. ESSAY ON CRITICISM. Of all the causes which conspire to blind A little learning is a dangerous thing; Lines 15-18. A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along Lines 155-156. Ah! ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, Nor in the critic let the man be lost. Good-nature and good sense must ever join ; Part II. Lines 321-324 No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's church-yard: Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Awake, my St. John!* leave all meaner things Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield; * Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke, to whom the Essay on Man was addressed. H Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; Epistle 1. * Lines 1-16. The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar ; Lines 91-96. Lo the poor Indian! whose untutored mind, Lines 99, 100. * I may assert eternal Providence, Lines 25, 26 And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. Lines 133-136. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, Lines 217, 218. For forms of government let fools contest; All must be false, that thwarts this one great end Order is heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest. Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, And O Virtue! peace peace, is all thy own. Lines 79-82. Honour and shame from no condition rise; Lines 193, 194. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow ; Lines 203, 204. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Lines 215, 216. A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; Lines 247, 248. And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels, Lines 257, 258. |