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Man is the measure of all things.
So, if unprejudiced you scan
The going of this clock-work, man,
You find a hundred movements made
By fine devices in his head;
But 'tis the stomach's solid stroke
That tells his being what's o'clock.
No more was seen the human form divine.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused and disabused;
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 hurled;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world!
A minister, but still a man.
Vast chain of being, which from God began, Nature's ethereal, human, angel, man.
The proper study of mankind is man.
The lot of man, to suffer and to die.
For man is a plant, not fixed in the earth, nor immovable, but heavenly, whose head, rising as it were from a root upwards, is turned towards heaven.