SAPPHO TO PHAON,
ELOISA TO ABELARD,
WINDSOR FOREST, TEMPLE OF FAME,
RAPE OF THE LOCK, JANUARY AND MAY,
ESSAY ON MAN, &c. &c.
Come then, my Friend ! my Genius! come along;
Oh, mafter of the poet and the fong!
And while the Mufe now ftoops, or now ascends,
To man's low paflions or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various Nature wife,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise-
oh! while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark attendant fail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale ?
Shall then this Verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and
That, urg'd by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart?
For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light,
Shew'd erring Pride whatever is is right
"I hat virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know?
Esay on Man.