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Wits, just like Fools, at war about a name,
call : 'Tis real good, or seeming, moves them all : But since not ev'ry good we can divide,
In lazy Apathy · let Stoics boaft
After y 86. in the MS.
Of good and evil Gods what frighted Fools,
The rising tempest puts in act the soul, 105
Passions, like Elements, tho' born to fight,
A tedious Voyage! where how useless lies
After Ver. 112. in the MS.
The soft reward the virtuous, or invite ;
VER. 109. Nor God alone, author is here only shewing &c.). These words are only the providential issue of the a fimple affirmation in the Paffions, and how, by God's poetic dress of a fimilitude, gracious disposition, they to this purpose : Good is are turned away from their not only produced by the natural byas, to promote the fabdual of the Passions, but happiness of Mankind. As by the turbulent exercise of to the method in which them. A truth conveyed they are to be treated by under the most sublime is Man, in whom they are magery that poetry could found, all that he contends conceive or paint. For the for, in favour of them, is
These 'tis enough to temper and employ;
Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes ;
125 The whole employ of body and of mind. All spread their charms, but charm not all alike; On diff'rent senses diff'rent objects strike ; Hence diff'rent Passions more or less inflame, As strong or weak, the organs of the frame>
130 And hence one MASTER PASSION in the breast, Like Aaron's ferpent, swallows up the rest.
NOTES. only this, that they should gions, foolishly attempted. not be quite rooted up and For the rest, he constantly destroyed, as the Stoics, and repeats this advice, their followers in all reli
The a&tion of the stronger to suspend,
As Man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, Receives the lurking principle of death; The young disease, that must subdue at length, 135 Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his
strength: So, cast and mingled with his very frame, The Mind's disease, its RULING PASSION came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul : 140 Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dang’rous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Nature its mother, Habit is its nurse ; 145 Wit, Spirit, Faculties, but make it worse; Reason itself but gives it edge and pow'r ; As Heav'n's blest beam turns vinegar more sowr;
Ver. 133. As Man per- | 1. vii. N. H. This Antihaps, &c.] Antipater Sido- pater was in the times of nius Poëta omnibus annis uno Crassus, and is celebrated die natali tantum corripie- for the quickness of his batur febre, et eo confumptus parts by Cicero. eft fatis longa fene&ta. Plin.
We, wretched subjects tho' to lawful sway,
Yes, Nature's road must ever be preferr'd;
Ver. 149. We, wretched is this then, but an intimasubjects, &c.] St Paul him- tion that we ought to seek self did pot chufe to employ for a cure in that religion, other arguments, when dif- which only dares profess to posed to give us the highest give it? idea of the usefulness of Ver. 163. 'Tis her's to Christianity. (Rom. vii.) But, rectify, &c.] The meaning it may be, the poet finds a of this precept is, That as remedy in Natural Religion. the ruling Passion is imFar from it. He here leaves, planted by Nature, it is reason unrelieved. What I Reason's office to regulate,