And ape the brute, but ape him in the mode;
With a Court-grace make every action known,
For who'd be d——n'd for sins they blush to own?
Far as the power of human vice extends[11],
Her scale of sensual vanity ascends;
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Mark how it rises to the gilded Throne,
From the poor wretch who dully topes alone.
What modes of folly, each in one extreme,
The sots dim sense, th' Epicurean's dream;