This, this is misery! the last, the worst
That man can feel.
'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.
The mildest manners with the bravest mind.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love:
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
Forget the brother, and resume the man.
Oh, pity human woe!
'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe.
For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,--
A theme of future song!
Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
No more was seen the human form divine.
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.
What mighty woes
To thy imperial race from woman rose!
And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind,
The last and hardest conquest of the mind.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
For love deceives the best of womankind.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow,
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.
Note 1.See Milton, Quotation 4.
There is no theme more plentiful to scan
Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.
Du Bartas: Days and Weeks, third day.
Note 9.La vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man).--Charron: De la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1.
Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.--Plato: Phædrus.
Note 41.The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Oliver Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 137.