The Riddle of the World
by
Alexander Pope
Know then thyself, presume not God to
scan
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A Being darkly wise, and rudely great;
With too much knowledge for the Skeptic
side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic's
pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or
rest;
In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast;
In doubt his mind and body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas'ning but to
err;
Whether he thinks to little, or too much;
Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confus'd;
Still by himself, abus'd or disabus'd;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great Lord of all things, yet a prey to
all,
Sole judge of truth, in endless error
hurl'd;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world.
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