In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;

All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.

[[316]]Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes:

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,

Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;

My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.[316:1]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 139.