"'Ah, indeed! Well, do you know, I like that,' replied Mr Darsy. 'I'm one of Pope's worshippers, too; he is my guide, philosopher, and friend—
'Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.'
"'Yes, sir; and, better still,' replied Sandy, 'he
'Turn'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart.'
"'And,' shouted Mr Darsy, in ecstasy—
'For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light—
Show'd erring Pride whatever is, is right.'
"'And,' exclaimed Sandy, energetically, and waving his hand aloft, in the excitation of his feelings, as he spoke—
'That reason, passion, answer one great aim;
That true self-love and social are the same.'
"Mr Darsy, striking his stick emphatically on the ground—
'That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.'