ESSAY ON MAN. BY ALEXANDER POPE, ESQ. EPISTLE I. AWAKE, my ST. JOHN! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. A wild, where weeds and flow'rs promifcuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit. Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield; The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Eye Nature's walks, fhoot Folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; I. Say firft, of God above, or Man below, What can we reafon, but from what we know: Of Man, what fee we but his station here, From which to reafon, or to which refer? What vary'd being peoples every star, |