Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord, Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; '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. COWLEY. BE satisfied and pleased with what thou art; MILTON. PARADISE LOST. 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! THIS is true glory and renown, when GOD So much bounty is in GOD, such grace,29 That who advance His glory, not their own, 24 Them He Himself to glory will advanced O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, That He, the Supreme Good, t' whom all things i How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose, gem bng.. Against the threats Of malice or of sorcery, or that pow'r I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments, Mortals that would follow me, m i She can teach you how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her. Surendraad's Little knows Any, but God alone, to value right 2 The good before him, but perverts best things FROM POPE. KNOW then thyself, presume not GOD to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. All reason's pleasures, all the joys of sense, What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace,. Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear, |