And pride in these, more execrable still!
How horrid all to thought!—but horrors, these,
That vouch the truth; and aid my feeble song.
From vice, sense, fancy, no man can be blest: 1338
Bliss is too great, to lodge within an hour:
When an immortal being aims at bliss,
Duration is essential to the name.
O for a joy from reason! joy from that,
Which makes man Man; and, exercised aright,
Will make him more: a bounteous joy! that gives