ΑΝ ESSAY ON MAN. EPISTLE I. Of the Nature and State of Man, with respect to the Universe. Of Man, in the abstract-That we can judge only with regard to our own system, being ignorant of the relations of systems and things, 17-66. That man is not to be deemed imperfect, but a being suited to his place and rank in the creation, agreeable to the general order of things, and conformable to ends and relations to him unknown, 69, &c. That it is partly upon his ignorance of future events, and partly upon the hope of a future state, that all his happiness in the present depends, 77, &c. The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, the cause of man's error and misery. The impiety of putting himself in the place of God, and judging of the fitness or unfitness, perfection or imperfection, justice or injustice, of his dispensations, 113-122. The absurdity of conceiting himself the final cause of the creation, or expecting that perfection in the moral world which is not in the natural, 123-172. The unreasonableness of his complaints against providence, while on the one hand he demands the perfections of the angels, on the other the bodily qualifications of the brutes, 173. That to possess any of the sensitive faculties in a higher degree, would render him miserable, 179-206. That throughout the whole visible world, an universal order and gradation in the sensual and mental faculties is observed, which causes a subordination of creature to creature, and of all creatures to man. The gradations of sense, instinct, thought, reflection, reason; that reason alone countervails all the other faculties, 207-232. How much farther this order and subordination of living creatures may extend above and below us; were any part of which broken,not that part only, but the whole connected creation must be destroyed. The extravagance, madness, and pride, of such a desire, 233258. The consequence of all, the absolute submission due to providence, both as to our present and future state, 281. AWAKE, MY ST. JOHN! leave all meaner things Let us (since life can little more supply A wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot, 5 10 15 I. Say first, of God above, or man below, What can we reason, but from what we know? Of man, what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer? 20 Thro' worlds unnumber'd though the God be known, "Tis ours to trace him only in our own. He, who through vast immensity can pierce, Observe how system into system runs, 25 What other planets circle other suns, What varied being peoples every star, May tell, why heaven has made us as we are, Look'd through? Or can a part contain the whole? 30 II. Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou find, Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind? First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less! Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade? Or ask of yonder argent fields above, 40 Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove? Of systems possible, if 'tis confest, That wisdom infinite must form the best, Where all must fall or not coherent be, 45 And all that rises, rise in due degree; Then, in the scale of life and sense, 'tis plain, There must be, somewhere, such a rank as man; Is only this, if God has plac'd him wrong? 50 Respecting man, whatever wrong we call, May, must be right, as relative to all. In human works, though labor'd on with pain, A thousand movements scarce one purpose gain; So man, who here seems principal alone, When the proud steed shall know why man restrains 60 65 Then say not, man's imperfect, heav'n in fault; Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought; 70 His knowledge measur'd to his state and place, If to be perfect in a certain sphere, What matter soon or late, or here or there; 75 As who began a thousand years ago. III. Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know, Or who could suffer being here below? 80 The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. 85 Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, |