Taught half by reason, half by mere decay, The poor contents him with the care of heav'n. See the blind beggar dance, the cripple sing, The sot a hero, lunatic a king; The starving chemist in his golden views See some strange comfort ev'ry state attend, Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw: A little louder, but as empty quite: Ev'n mean self-love becomes, by force divine, The scale to measure others wants by thine. See! and confess, one comfort still must rise; 'Tis this, tho' man's a fool, yet God is wise. EPISTLE III. ARGUMENT. Of the Nature and State of Man with respect to Society. The whole universe one system of society....Nothing made wholly for itself, nor yet wholly for another.... The happiness of animals mutual.... Reason or instinct operates alike to the good of each individual.... Reason or instinct operates also to society in all animals.... How far society is carried by instinct.... How much farther by reason.... Of that which is called the state of nature.... Reason instructed by instinct in the invention of arts, and in the forms of society.... Origin of political societies....Origin of monarchy....Patriarchal government....Origin of true religion and government, from the same principle of love.... Origin of superstition and tyranny, from the same principle of fear.... The influence of self-love operating to the social and public good.... Restoration of true religion and government on their first principle.... Mixed government.... Various forms of each, and the true end of all. HERE then we rest: "the Universal Cause "Acts to one end, but acts by various laws." Look round our world, behold the chain of love Combining all below and all above. See plastic Nature working to this end, The single atoms each to other tend, Attract, attracted to, the next in place See matter next, with various life endu'd, Press to one center still, the gen'ral good. See dying vegetables life sustain, See life dissolving vegetate again: All forms that perish other forms supply, (By turns we catch the vital breath and die) Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return. Nothing is foreign; parts relate to whole; One all-extending, all-preserving soul |