An Essay on Man
An Essay on Man is a poem written by Alexander Pope in 1733–1734. It is a rationalistic effort to use philosophy in order to, as John Milton attempted, justify the ways of God to man. It is concerned with the part evil plays in the world and with the social order God has decreed for man. Because man cannot know God's purposes, he cannot complain about the existence of evil and must accept that Whatever is, is right. More than any other work, it popularized optimistic philosophy throughout England and the rest of Europe.
- Awake, my St John! Leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of kings.
Let us, since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die,
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
- Line 1.
- Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
- Line 9.
- Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise:
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can;
But vindicate the ways of God to man.
- Line 13.
- Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?
- Line 17.
- Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou find,
Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?
First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,
Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!
- Line 35.
- 'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
- Line 60.
- Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.
- Line 77.
- Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
- Line 83.
- Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
- Line 87.
- Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
- Line 95.
- Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way;
Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n,
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heav'n.
- Line 99.
- But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
- Line 111.
- In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their spere, and rush into the skies!
Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes,
Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods.
Aspiring to be Gods if Angels fell,
Aspiring to be Angels men rebel.
- Line 123.
- Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
- Line 139. Compare: "All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me", Montaigne, Apology for Raimond Sebond.
- Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason,—man is not a fly.
- Line 193.
- Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
- Line 200.
- The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
- Line 217. Compare: "Much like a subtle spider which doth sit / In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; / If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, / She feels it instantly on every side", John Davies, The Immortality of the Soul.
- Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
- Line 225. Compare: "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, / And thin partitions do their bounds divide", John Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel, part I, line 163.
- All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
- Line 267.
- Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
- Line 271.
- As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns.
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!
- Line 277.
- Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
- Line 282.
- All nature is but art unknown to thee,
All chance, direction which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
- Line 289. Compare: "Whatever is, is in its causes just", John Dryden, Œdipus, Act III, scene 1.
- Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
- Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the skeptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasn'ing but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little or too much.
- Line 3.
- Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled;
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
- Line 13. Compare: "What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe", Blaise Pascal, Thoughts, chap. x.
- Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
- Line 63.
- In lazy apathy let stoics boast
Their virtue fix'd: 'tis fix'd as in a frost;
Contracted all, retiring to the breast;
But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
- Line 101.
- On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
Reason the card, but passion is the gale.
- Line 107.
- And hence one master passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
- Line 131.
- The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
- Line 135.
- Extremes in nature equal ends produce;
In man they join to some mysterious use.
- Line 205.
- Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
- Line 217. Compare: " For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov’d needs only to be seen", John Dryden, The Hind and the Panther, Part I, line 33.
- Ask where's the North? At York 'tis on the Tweed;
In Scotland at the Orcades; and there,
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
- Line 222.
- Virtuous and vicious every man must be,—
Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
- Line 231.
- The learned is happy Nature to explore,
The fool is happy that he knows no more;
The rich is happy in the plenty giv'n,
The poor contents him with the care of Heav'n.
- Line 263.
- Hope travels thro', nor quits us when we die.
- Line 274.
- Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw:
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite:
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer books are the toys of age!
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before;
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
- Line 274.
- While man exclaims, “See all things for my use!”
“See man for mine!” replies a pamper'd goose.
- Line 45; comparable with: "Why may not a goose say thus?… there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me? ", Michel de Montaigne, "Apology for Raimond Lebond".
- Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
- Line 177.
- In vain thy Reason finer webs shall draw,
Entangle justice in her net of law,
And right, too rigid, harden into wrong,
Still for the strong too weak, the weak too strong.
- Line 190.
- The enormous faith of many made for one.
- Line 242.
- For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administered is best:
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity.
- Line 303, this relates to the biblical "Faith, Hope and Charity" of Paul of Tarsus, in I Corinthians, Ch. 13, v. 13. "And now abideth And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity." It is also comparable with Abraham Cowley, On the Death of Crashaw: "His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might / Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right."
- Thus God and Nature linked the general frame,
And bade self-love and social be the same.
- Line 317.
- O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
- Line 1.
- Order is Heaven's first law.
- Line 49.
- Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of Sense,
Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence.
But Health consists with Temperance alone,
And Peace, oh Virtue! Peace is all thy own.
- Lines 79-82.
- The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
- Line 168.
- Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
- Line 193.
- Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.
- Line 203.
- What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
- Line 215.
- What's Fame? a fancied life in others' breath,
A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
- Line 237.
- A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
- Line 247. Compare: "Man is his own star; and that soul that can / Be honest is the only perfect man", John Fletcher , Upon an "Honest Man’s Fortune".
- Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
In parts superior what advantage lies?
Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?
'T is but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
- Line 254.
- Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
- Line 261.
- If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
- Know then this truth (enough for man to know), —
Virtue alone is happiness below.
- Line 309.
- Never elated when one man 's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another 's bless'd.
- Line 323.
- Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
- Line 331. Compare: "One follows Nature and Nature’s God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word", Henry, Viscount Bolingbroke St. John, Letter to Alexander Pope. Later used by Thomas Jefferson in the language of the Declaration of Independence, asserting that a people may "assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them".
- Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
- Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?
- Line 385.
- Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
- Line 390.
- That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
- Line 397. Compare: "'Tis virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell", William Collins Oriental Eclogues, i, line 5.
- The Essay on Man was a work of great labour and long consideration, but certainly not the happiest of Pope's performances. The subject is perhaps not very proper for poetry, and the poet was not sufficiently master of his subject; metaphysical morality was to him a new study, he was proud of his acquisitions, and, supposing himself master of great secrets, was in haste to teach what he had not learned.
- Samuel Johnson, The Life of Pope (1781).
- Never were penury of knowledge and vulgarity of sentiment so happily disguised.
- Samuel Johnson, The Life of Pope (1781).