Poem by John Dryden

Mankind

Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites are apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain;
And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room,
Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing;
But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind,
Works all her folly up, and casts it outward
To the world's open view. 

1. A Prologue
2. Hymn For St. John's Eve, 29th June
3. You Charm'd Me Not With That Fair Face
4. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
5. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire

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