Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.

The proper study of Mankind is Man.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.