The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XXVIII.
[What a Strange Thing is Man!]
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What a Strange Thing is Man!How weake in his Designe,
His Wisedome! For I can
See others now in mine;
How Dull! how lost!
To what he Studied most.
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Wee cannot looke vponOur inwarde selves, but find
Man generall; for one
Is all and everie Mind,
In some Degree;
Seeing our Selves, wee others see.
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The same our Common Cares;Our Passions are alike;
Our causeles Hopes and Fears
At the same obiects strike;
And all our Store
Of Follies, less or more.
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Our Frailties, our desires,Our Policies, our Plots,
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Not wisedome, in her knots,
But cunning hands,
May, by his owne, loose others' bands.
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This Image. which wee reareVnto our Selves, is not
Soe radiant and Clear
As wee suppose; the lot
Is free to All:
And diverse things, by the same name, we call.
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