"Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain"
One of my more regular readers, who calls himself "Kapok," recently contacted me by email to ask about Alexander Pope's line that the "proper study of mankind is man" (An Essay on Man, 1734) and wondered if this were a limitation on curiosity stemming, ultimately, from the writings of Augustine.
My initial response was tepid, for I imagined that Augustine would not focus so much upon man as upon the state of his own, individual soul in its fallen condition and its need for guidance from God.
Moreover, the couplet that opens Part 1 of Epistle 2 of Pope's Essay on Man stems more directly from the pre-Christian Greek world:
Know, then, thyself, presume not God to scan;The expression "know thyself" (Greek: γνωθι σεαυτόν or gnothi seauton) comes from the ancient Greeks and is popularly associated with Socrates, whose turn from cosmology to anthropology fits the advice well, but according to the second-century AD Greek writer Pausanias, in his Description of Greece (10.24.1), the expression was an inscription carved into the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, so any number of ancient writers would have known it well -- which may explain how the expression came to be attributed to such various figures as not only Socrates but also Heraclitus, Chilon of Sparta, Thales of Miletus, Pythagoras, and Solon of Athens, if Wikipedia's entry is to be believed.
The proper study of mankind is man.
Pope could thus have been drawing on any one of a number of thinkers, perhaps even being aware of them all.
But some less direct link to Augustine might be lurking in Pope's Christian heritage, for in his "Argument of Epistle 2," he summarizes Part 1 as teaching that "The business of Man [is] not to pry into God, but to study himself," the operative word here being "pry," with its implication of "busybodiness," "nosiness," or various other aspersions that Augustine and other Medieval Christian thinkers heaped upon "curiosity."
Indeed, the five couplets terminating Part 1 could have come from the incisive pen of St. Augustine:
Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide;Particularly the half-line "Mere curious pleasure," by which Pope dismisses so much of human knowledge, sounds remarkably Augustinian -- though it could have come from the Medieval tradition more generally.
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which served the past, and must the times to come!
For those interested, here's the entirety of Part 1 in Epistle 2:
Epistle 2.Apparently, I would do well in my 'curious' studies to look further into this work by Alexander Pope for its links to Augustine (hat tip to Kapok) as well as for the other things that it offers -- but for the moment, it's just another curious distraction from more pressing matters.
I. 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 sceptic 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 or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or 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!
Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his followers trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule—
Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!
Superior beings, when of late they saw
A mortal man unfold all Nature's law,
Admired such wisdom in an earthly shape
And showed a Newton as we show an ape.
Could he, whose rules the rapid comet bind,
Describe or fix one movement of his mind?
Who saw its fires here rise, and there descend,
Explain his own beginning, or his end?
Alas, what wonder! man's superior part
Unchecked may rise, and climb from art to art;
But when his own great work is but begun,
What reason weaves, by passion is undone.
Trace Science, then, with Modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which served the past, and must the times to come!
Labels: Alexander Pope, Augustine, Curiosity
8 Comments:
Oh my Scholar, do not tip thine hat thus,
Kapoks' friend induced a tempest - and fuss.
He begged me, pleaded for him to produce
Suitable lines for others to deduce.
Kapoks' toiling at anothers behest
Driven to pop top, from Anheuser's best.
For our mutual friend, I thee behest
Make do what I give thee, this is my best.
"Would'st I risk the ire of her debutance:
thus consumed in fires of her petulance.
I suppose I should rinse my hands with soap.
Apologies to Mister Alex Pope.
JK
Well, JK, you seem to have found the right spirit for inspiration. Send some of that a-musing brew my way.
Thanks for the humorous verse.
Jeffery Hodges
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My friend your intent should not be rhyming. Blogging esoteric: is in timing.
JK
Well, I try to trip the light fantastic even if I'd never attempt to rhyme "sidewalk" with "New York" . . . unlike a former mayor of the place.
Jeffery Hodges
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It is all in the accentuation:
and better left to attenuation.
Whether 'tis WLS or Bleeker Street,
King Biscuit sings; bugles his only, last retreat.
Doggone it Al, I'm almost glad you're dead. Shall it be to it's end gold from lead? Or rather rhymes end: ends in their head?
Kapok sits at desktops end, in shadow. Seouls sunlight gleams, one more day: hallowed.
It has been fun,
But I need sun.
Your side of the planet has it,
My side of the planet hasn't.
Kapok's knowledge of Spanish is not a translators skill so if I render this incorrectly you'll forgive Jeff?
Hasta Tequila, lemon and lime: ain't got no money, not even a dime.
Feb'ry's tequila, moon ey and time:
tongues stuck on this envelopes' slime.
Goodnight and Farewell My Friend.And in February (which neither you nor I can rhyme)
expect a wheezing crippled guy to kick your University rear end for keeping me up this late. Neither of your children will take on a wheezing crippled guy would they?
Oh, by the way, if you see that "Lost Girl?" Tell her Arkansas is this way.It's where her T-Shirt indicates she is headed.
JK
Come February,
Be fab, rue wari-
ness, if hid we us,
we oh, so hideous.
Jeffery Hodges
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Well I'll be darned. I'm impressed.
JK
One simply has to be willing to destroy one's own language.
I'm so advanced that I can hardly speak anymore...
Jeffery Hodges
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