Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;[317:3]
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217.
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Ask where 's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed;
In Scotland at the Orcades; and there,
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 222.