prose itself; and nothing is truer than that much of the force, as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends on their conciseness. I was unable to treat this part of my subject more in detail, without becoming dry and tedious; or more poetically, without sacrificing perspicuity to ornament, without wandering from the precision, or breaking the chain of reasoning. If any man can unite all these, without diminution of any of them, I freely confess he will compass a thing above my capacity.

ALEX. PОРЕ.

AN

ESSAY ON MAN.

EPISTLE I.

ARGUMENT.

Of the Nature and State of Man, with respect to the Universe. Of Man in the abstract.... That we can judge only with regard to our own system, being ignorant of the relations of systems and things.... That man is not to be deemed imperfect, but a Being suited to his place and rank in the creation, agreeable to the general order of things, and conformable to Ends and Relations to him unknown.... That it is partly upon his ignorance of future events, and partly upon the hope of a future state, that all his happiness in the present depends.... The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, the cause of man's error and misery.... The impiety of putting himself in the place of God, and judging of the fitness or unfitness, perfection or imperfection, justice or injustice, of his dispensations.... The absurdity of conceiting himself the final cause of the creation, or expecting that perfection in the moral world which is not in the natural.... The unreasonableness of his complaints against Providence, while on the one hand he demands the perfections of the angels, and on the other the bodily qualifications of the brutes; though to possess any of the sensitive faculties in a higher degree would render him miserable.... That throughout the whole visible world an universal order and gradation in the sensual, and mental faculties is observed, which causes a subordination of creature to creature, and of all creatures to man.... The gradations of sense, instinct, thought, reflection, reason; that reason alone countervails all the other faculties.... How much further this order and subordination of living creatures may extend, above and below us; were any part of which broken, not that part only, but the whole connected creation must be destroyed.... The extravagance, madness, and pride of such a desire.... The consequence of all the absolute submission due to Providence, both as to our present and future state.

AWAKE, my St.-John! leave all meaner things

To low ambition, and the pride of kings;

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Let us, since life can little more supply

Than just to look about us and to die,

Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;

A mighty maze! but not without a plan;

A wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous

shoot;

Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Together let us beat this ample field,

Try what the open, what the covert yield;
The latent tracts, the giddy heights explore,
Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar:
Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can;
But vindicate the ways of God to man.

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1. Say first, of God above, or man below, What can we reason, but from what we know?

Of man, what see we but his station here,

From which to reason, or to which refer?
Thro' worlds unnumber'd tho' the God be known,
'Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
He, who through vast immensity can pierce,
See worlds on worlds compose one universe,
Observe how system into system runs,
What other planets circle other suns,
What varied being peoples every star,
May tell why heav'n has made us as we are.
But of this frame, the bearings, and the ties,
The strong connexions, nice dependencies,
Gradations just, has thy pervading soul
Look'd through? or can a part contain the whole?

Is the great chain, that draws all to agree,

And drawn supports, upheld by God or thee?

2. Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou find,

Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?
First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,
Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less.
Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made
Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade?
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove?
Of systems possible, if 'tis confest
That wisdom infinite must form the best,
Where all must full or not coherent be,
And all that rises, rise in due degree;