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ainſi alike auſſi beſoin beſt bleſt bliſs bonheur c'eſt C'eſt ainſi call cauſe choſes Ciel Cieux connoiſſance créatures D I E U Dieu Earth eaſe enſuite Epitre eſprit eſt étoit Ev'n ev'ry find firſt foible fool form'd friend gives good great happineſs heav'n Hommes juſqu'à juſt juſte juſtice King know l'amour propre l'eſpérance l'eſprit l'Homme l'inſtinct life loix lorſque love made makes man's mankind mind muſt n'eſt naiſſance nature Nature's Nature's law never paſſions perſonne plaiſir pleaſure pow'r preſent pride puiſſance raiſon reaſon rere reſt richeſſes right riſe ſame ſang ſans ſanté ſe trouve Self-love ſens ſenſe ſes ſeul ſeule ſeulement ſhall ſimple ſocial ſoins ſoit ſome ſon ſont ſoul ſous ſouvent ſphere ſtate ſtill ſuis ſujet ſur taught tems theſe things think thoſe thou thro tirans uſage uſe vaſte vertu vice virtue weak whole whoſe wiſe world
30. oldal - With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
25. oldal - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
97. oldal - tis the price of toil; The knave deserves it, when he tills the soil, The knave deserves it, when he tempts the main, Where folly fights for kings, or dives for gain. The good man may be weak, be indolent; Nor is his claim to plenty, but content.
57. oldal - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
49. oldal - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
82. oldal - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? Where grows? where grows it not ? if vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
30. oldal - 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 hurl'd; The glory jest, and riddle of the world!
54. oldal - Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.