52, in the MS.--
Say not, 'Heaven's here profuse, there poorly saves,
And for one monarch makes a thousand slaves,'
You'll find, when causes and their ends are known,
'Twas for the thousand Heaven has made that one.
After VER. 66. in the MS.--
'Tis peace of mind alone is at a stay;
The rest mad Fortune gives or takes away.
All other bliss by accident's debarr'd;
But virtue's in the instant a reward:
In hardest trials operates the best,
And more is relish'd as the more distress'd.
After VER. 92, in the MS.--
Let sober moralists correct their speech,
No bad man's happy: he is great or rich.
After VER. 116, in the MS.--
Of every evil, since the world began,
The real source is not in God, but man.
After VER. 142, in some editions--
Give each a system, all must be at strife;
What different systems for a man and wife?
After VER. 172, in the MS.--
Say, what rewards this idle world imparts,
Or fit for searching heads or honest hearts.
VER. 207, in the MS. thus--
The richest blood, right-honourably old,
Down from Lucretia to Lucretia roll'd,
May swell thy heart, and gallop in thy breast,
Without one dash of usher or of priest:
Thy pride as much despise all other pride
As Christ-church once all colleges beside.
After VER. 316, in the MS.--
Even while it seems unequal to dispose,
And chequers all the good man's joys with woes,
'Tis but to teach him to support each state,
With patience this, with moderation that;
And raise his base on that one solid joy,
Which conscience gives, and nothing can destroy.
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