Where not embraced; applauded; deified;
Why not compassion’d too? If spirits die,
Both are calamities, inflicted both, 230
To make us but more wretched: Wisdom’s eye
Acute, for what? to spy more miseries;
And worth, so recompensed, new-points their stings.
Or man surmounts the grave, or gain is loss,
And worth exalted humbles us the more.
Thou wilt not patronise a scheme that makes 236
Weakness and vice the refuge of mankind.