Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be

Thus God And Nature Linked The Gen'ral Frame, And Bade Self-love And Social Be The Same.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self- Love To Urge, And Reason To Restrain.

Say, Will The Falcon, Stooping From Above, Smit With Her Varying Plumage, Spare The Dove? Admires The Jay The Insect's Gilded Wings? Or Hears The Hawk When Philomela Sings?

Plays Round The Head, But Comes Not To The Heart. One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs Of Stupid Starers And Of Loud Huzzas; And More True Joy Marcellus Exil'd Feels Than Cæsar With A Senate At His Heels. In Parts Superior What Advantage Lies? Tell (for You Can) What Is It To Be Wise? 't Is But To Know How Little Can Be Known; To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.