Too soft, too mild, too tender to be kind?
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Yet this is no objection understood,
"For partial Evil's universal Good."
Nor think of Nature's state I make a jest[8]:
The state of Nature is a state undrest;
The love of Pleasure at our birth began,
Pleasure the aim of all things, and of Man.
Law then was not, the swelling flame to kill,
Man walk'd with beast, and—so he always will;