New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.

A perfect woman's but a softer man.

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.