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The coxcomb bird, 80 talkative and grave,
That from his cage cries cuckold, whore, and knare,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.

And yet the fate of all extremes is such,
Men may be read, as well as books, too much. 10
To observations which ourselves we make,
We grow more partial for the observer's sake;
To written wisdom, as another's, less;
Maxims are drawn from notions, these from guess.
There's some peculiar in cach leaf and grain,
Some unmark'd fibre, or some varying vein :
Shall only man be taken in the gross?
Grant but as many sorts of minds as moss,

That each from others differs, first confess; Next, that he varies from himself no less; 20 Add nature's, custom's, reason's, passion's strife, And all opinion's colours cast on life.

Our depths who fathoms, or our shallows finds, Quick whirls, and shifting eddies of our minds ? On human actions reason though you can, It may be reason, but it is not inan: His principle of action once explore, That instant 'tis his principle no more. Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.

30 Yet more; the difference is as great between The optics seeing, as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or some discolour'd through our passions shown Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.

Nor will life's stream for observation stay; It hurries all too fast to mark their way: In vain sedate reflections we would make, When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take; Oft, in the passions' wild rotation toss'd, Our spring of action to ourselves is lost;

Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
As the last image of that troubled heap,
When sense subsides and fancy sports in sleep,
(Though past the recollection of the thought,)
Becomes the stuff of which our dream is wrought ;
Something as dim to our internal view,
Is thus, perhaps, the cause of most we do. 50

True, some are open, and to all men known;
Others, so very close, they're hid from none;
(So darkness strikes the sense no less than light :)
Thus gracious Chandos is beloved at sight;
And every child hates Shylock, though his soul
Still sits at squat, and peeps not from its hole.
At half mankind when generous Manly raves,
All know 'tis virtue, for he thinks them knaves ;
When universal homage Umbra pays,
All see 'tis vice, an itch of vulgar praise.

60 When flattery glares, all hate it in a queen, While one there is who charms us with his spleen.

But these plain characters we rarely find; Though strong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind : Or puzzling contraries confound the whole; Or affectations quite reverse the soul. 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.

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See the same man, in vigour, in the gout,
Alone, in company; in place, or out;
Early at business, and at hazard late;
Mad at a fox-chase, wise at a debate;
Drunk at a borough, civil at a ball;
Friendly at Hackney, faithless at Whitehall.

Catius is ever moral, ever grave,
Thinks who endures a knave, is next a knave,
Save just at dinner--then prefers, no doubt,

80 A rogue with venison to a saint without,

Who would not praise Patricio's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head, all interests weigh’d,
All Europe saved, yet Britain not betray'd ?
He thanks you not, his pride is in piquet,
Newmarket-fame, and judgment at a bet.

What made (say, Montagne,or more sage Charron!)
Otho a warrior, Cromwell a buffoon ?
A perjured prince a leaden saint revere,
A godless regent tremble at a star?

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The throne a bigot keep, a genius quit,
Faithless through piety, and duped through wit ?
Europe a woman, child, or dotard rule,
And just her wisest monarch made a fool ?

Hhow, God and nature only are the same;
In man, the judgment shoots at flying game:
A bird of passage! gone as soon as found,
Now in the moon, perhaps, now under ground.

II. In vain the sage, with retrospective eye,
Would from the apparent what,conclude the why; 100
Infer the motive from the deed, and show,
That what we chanced, was what we meant to do.
Behold, if fortune or a mistress frowns,
Some plunge in business, others shave their crowns:
To ease the soul of one oppressive weight,
This quits an empire, that embroils a state:
The same adust complexion has impellid
Charles to the convent, Philip to the field.

Not always actions show the man; we find Who does a kindness, is not therefore kind : 110 Perhaps prosperity becalm'd his breast, Perhaps the wind just shifted from the east : Not therefore humble he who seeks retreat, Pride guides his steps, and bids him shun the great": Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave : Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise, His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies.

But grant that actions best discover man : Take the most strong, and sort them as you can : 120 The few that glare, each character must mark, You balance not the many in the dark. What will you do with such as disagree? Suppress them, or miscall them policy? Must then at once (the character to save) The plain rough hero turn a crafty knave ? Alas! in truth the man but changed his mind, Perhaps was sick, in love, or had not dined. Ask why from Britain Cæsar would retreat ? Cæsar himself might whisper, he was beat. 130 Why risk the world's great empire for a punk? Cæsar perhaps might answer he was drunk. But, sage historians ! 'tis your task to prove One action, conduct; one, heroic love.

'Tis from high life high characters are drawn, A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn; A judge is just, a chancellor juster still ; A gownman learn'd, a bishop what you will; Wise, if a minister; but, if a king, More wise, more learn’d, more just, more every thing. Court virtues bear like gems, the highest rate, 141 Born where heaven's influence scarce can penetrate: In life's low vale, the soil the virtues like, They please as beauties, here as wonders strike. Thougn the same sun with all-diffusive rays Blush in the rose, and in the diamond blaze, We prize the stronger effort of his power, And justly set the gem above the flower

'Tis education forms the common mind : Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. 15 Boastful and rough, your first son is a 'squire; The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar : Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave: Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave. Is he a churchman? then he's fond of power : A quaker ? sly: a presbyterian ? sour : A smart frec-thinker? all things in an hour,

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Ask men's opinions : Scoto now shall tell How trade increases, and the world goes well : Strike off his pension, by the setting sun,

100 And Britain, if not Europe, is undone.

That gay free-thinker, a fine talker once,
What turns him now a stupid silent dunce ?
Some god, or spirit, he has lately found;
Or chanced to meet a minister that frown'd.

Judge we by nature? habit can efface,
Interest o'ercome, or policy take place :
By actions ? those uncertainty divides :
By passions ? these dissimulation hides :
Opinions? they still take a wider range :

170 Find, if you can, in what you cannot change.

Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

III. Search then the ruling passion : There, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. This clew once found unravels all the rest, The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confess'd. Wharton! the scorn and wonder of our days, 180 Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise ; Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him, or he dies : Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke. Shall parts so various aim at nothing new? He'll shine a Tully and a Wilmot too ; Then turns repentant, and his God adores With the same spirit that he drinks and whores ; Enough if all around him but admire,

190 And now the punk applaud, and now the friar. Thus with each gift of nature and of art, And wanting nothing but an honest heart : Grown all to all, from no one vice exempt, And most contemptible, to shun contempt;

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