How oft by these at sixty are undone To whom can riches give repute or trust, Content or pleasure, but the good and just? Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold. O fool! to think God hates the worthy mind, The lover and the love of human-kind, 190 Whose life is healthful, and whose conscience clear, Because he wants a thousand pounds a year. Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part; there all the honour lies. Fortune in men has some small difference made; One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade; The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd, The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. 'What differ more,' you cry, 'than crown and cowl?' 200 I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. Stuck o'er with titles, and hung round with strings, That thou mayst be by kings, or whores of kings; In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece : 211 Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Look next on greatness; say where greatness lies? 'Where, but among the heroes and the wise 220 Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, 230 All sly, slow things, with circumspective eyes: What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath; A thing beyond us, e'en before our death. 240 Just what you hear, you have; and what's unknown Alike or when, or where, they shone, or shine, A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God.. 250 Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart: And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels, 260 In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell, for you can, what is it to be wise? "Tis but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own: Condemn'd in business or in arts to drudge, Without a second, or without a judge: Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand. Painful pre-eminence! yourself to view Above life's weakness, and its comforts too. 271 Bring then these blessings to a strict account; Make fair deductions; see to what they mount; How much of other each is sure to cost; How each for other oft is wholly lost; How inconsistent greater goods with these; How sometimes life is risk'd, and always ease: Think, and if still the things thy envy call, Say, wouldst thou be the man to whom they fall? To sigh for ribands if thou art so silly, Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy. Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life? Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind : Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame! If all, united, thy ambition call, 280 290 From ancient story learn to scorn them all : O wealth ill-fated! which no act of fame E'er taught to shine, or sanctified from shame! 320 See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow ! Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know: 331 Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, sign, Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns from this union of the rising wnole, 340 For him alone hope leads from goal to goal, And opens still, and opens on his soul; Till lengthen'd on to faith, and unconfined, It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind. He sees, why nature plants in man alone Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown : (Nature, whose dictates to no other kind Are given in vain, but what they seek they find :) Wise is her present; she connects in this His greatest virtue with his greatest bliss; At once his own bright prospect to be bless'd, And strongest motive to assist the rest. 350 Self-love, thus push'd to social, to divine, Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing thine. Is this too little for the boundless heart? Extend it; let thy enemies have part: Grasp the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense, In one close system of benevolence: Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree; And height of bliss but height of charity. 360 God loves from whole to parts; but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake: The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds; Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next; and next all human race; Wide and more wide the o'erflowings of the mind Take every creature in of every kind : 370 Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty bless'd, And Heaven beholds its image in his breast. Come then, my friend! my genius, come along; O master of the poet, and the song! And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, |