an with the half of 'em e'er could g;
with passions so potent, and fancies sht,
no man with the half of 'em e'er could ght;
a sorry, poor, misbegot son of the muses,
for using thy name, offers fifty excuses.
good lord, what is man! for as simple he looks,
do but try to develop his hooks and his crooks;
with his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil,
all in all he's a problem must puzzle the devil.
on his one ruling passion sir pope hugely bours,
that, like th' old hebrew walking-switch, eats up its neighbours:
mankind are his show-box—a f
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