Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move;
For fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Stuff the head
With all such reading as was never read:
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,
And write about it, goddess, and about it.
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,--
Such men as live in these degenerate days.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Jove lifts the golden balances that show
The fates of mortal men, and things below.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
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 69.Divinely fair.--Alfred Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women, xxii.
So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,--
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.
The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweetener of life! and solder of society!
An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be:
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.