And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 87.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.[315:2]
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,