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Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord,
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
BE satisfied and pleased with what thou art;
NEEDS must the Power
That made us, and for us this happy world,
Knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temp❜rance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain ; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
What will not ambition and revenge Descend to! Who aspires, must down as low As high he soar'd, obnoxious first or last To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st, Live well; how long or short permit to Heav'n.
Reason in man, obscur'd, or not obey'd,
And upstart passions catch the government
O goodness infinite, goodness immense !
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O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hov'ring angel girt with golden wings,TM*
And thou unblemished form of Chastity;
I see ye visibly, and now believe
That He, the Supreme Good, t' whom all things i Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, VTA Would send a glist ring guardian, if need were, To keep my life and honour unassail'de's tarow of
How charming is divine philosophy!
Against the threats 29 1096 Of malice or of sorcery, or that pow'r and mê Which erring men call chance; this I hold firm✨ Virtue may be assail'd; but never hurt; CT Surpris'd by unjust force, but not inthrall'd; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. W
I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments,
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Any, but God alone, to value right
KNOW then thyself, presume not GOD to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
All reason's pleasures, all the joys of sense,
And peace, fair Virtue! peace is all thy own;
What nothing earthly gives or can destroy,
Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake,
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear,