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 Aspiring to be gods if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels men rebel; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of order, sins against th' eternal cause. for what end the heav'nly bodies shine, Earth for whose use. Pride answers, Tis for mine: For me kind nature wakes her genial pow'r, Suckles each herb, and spreads out ev'ry flow'r; Annual, for me, the grape, the rose renew The juice nectareous and the balmy dew; For me the mine a thousand treasures brings; For me health gushes from a thousand springs; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.' errs not nature from this gracious end, From burning suns when livid deaths descend, When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep? 'No ('tis reply'd) the first almighty cause Acts not by partial, but by gen'ral laws; Th' exceptions few, some change, since all began, And what created perfect?'Why then man? If the great end be human happiness, Then nature deviates; and can man do less? As much that end a constant course requires Of show'rs and sun-shine, as of man's desires; As much eternal springs and cloudless skies, As men for ever temp'rate, calm, and wise,