Some squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack, Whose game is whisk, whose treat a toast in sack; Whose laughs are hearty, though his jests are coarse, And loves you best of all things—but his horse. June 23. To Martha Blount. All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All partial evil, universal good. G. W. Leibnitz, 1646. Jung 24. Essay on Man. Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold, Essay on Man. John, Duke of Marlborough, 1650. A. Dumas, 1803. And trust me, dear! good humour can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. June 26. Rape of the Lock. For forms of government let fools contest; Jung 27. Essay on Man. Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, Charles XII. of Sweden, 1682. Essay on Man. |