l in the degree.

Line 276.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Epistle iii. Line 305.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Epistle iv. Line 49.
Order is Heaven's first law.

Line 193.

Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part--there all the honor lies.

Line 203.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.

Line 215.

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

Line 247.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Line 254.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.

Line 281.

Think how Bacon shined,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.

Line 310.

Virtue alone is happiness below.

Line 330.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through nature up to nature's God.

Line 379.

Formed by thy converse happily to steer
Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.

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MORAL ESSAYS.

Epistle i. Line 135.

'Tis from high life high characters are drawn--
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

Line 149.

'Tis education forms the common mind:
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

Line 246.

Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,
Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
Epistle ii. Line 15.
Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Line 43.

Fine by defect and delicately weak.

Line 97.

With too much quickness ever to be taught,
With too much thinking to have common thought.

Line 215.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.

Line 268.

And mistress of herself, though china fall.

Line 270.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Epistle iii. Line 1.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree?

Line 95.

But thousands die without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college or a cat.

Line 153.

The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Line 161.

Extremes in nature equal good produce.

Line 250.

Rise, honest muse! and sing--The man of Ross.

Line 285.

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.

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