that, whoever they are, they must be happiest,.133, etc. The throne a bigot keep, a genius quit, Faithless through piety, and duped through wit? You can be undressed in your bedroom but cannot walk on the road in that manner. Far as Creation's ample range extends, The scale of sensual, mental powers ascends: Mark how it mounts, to man's imperial race, From the green myriads in the peopled grass: What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam. That, however, the Ends of Providence and general Good are answered in our Passions and Imperfections,.238, etc. That counter-works each folly and caprice; That disappoints th' effect of every vice; That, happy frailties to all ranks applied, Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride, Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief, To kings presumption, and to crowds belief: That, virtue's. See Sidney bleeds amid the martial strife! Out of this came, nearly at the same time, two works wholly different in method and in tone - so different, that at first sight it may seem absurd to speak of them together.
The dull, flat falsehood serves for policy; And in the cunning, truth itself's a lie: Unthought-of frailties cheat us in the wise; The fool lies hid in inconsistencies. So drives self-love, through just and through unjust, To one man's power, ambition, lucre, lust: The same self-love, in all, becomes the cause Of what restrains him, government and laws. For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered is best: For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right: In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity. He also edited Shakespeare, but with little profit to himself; for Shakespeare was but a Philistine in the eyes of the French-classical critics. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. Tell me, if virtue made the son expire, Why, full of days and honour, lives the sire?