Part 55 (1/2)

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What can enn.o.ble sots, or slaves, or cowards?

Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

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A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the n.o.blest work of G.o.d.

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Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.

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Think how Bacon s.h.i.+ned, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.

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Virtue alone is happiness below.

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Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's G.o.d.

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Formed by thy converse happily to steer Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.

MORAL ESSAYS.

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'Tis from high life high characters are drawn-- A saint in c.r.a.pe is twice a saint in lawn.

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'Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

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Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke, Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.