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,