| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alexander Pope. (16881744) (continued) |
| | | 3407 | Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. 1 |
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| 3408 | Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled, The glory, jest, and riddle of the world. 2 |
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| 3409 | Fixd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot. |
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| 3410 | In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fixd: t is fixd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest. |
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| 3411 | On lifes vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale. |
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| 3412 | And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aarons serpent, swallows up the rest. |
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| 3413 | The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. |
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| 3414 | Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use. |
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| 3415 | Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen; 3 Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. |
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| | Note 1. La vray science et le vray étude de lhomme cest lhomme (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. [back] | Note 2. What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe.Blaise Pascal: Thoughts, chap. x. [back] | Note 3. See Dryden, Quotation 23. [back] |
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