A Satyre Against Mankind
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A Satyre Against Mankind by John Wilmot
Were I - who to my cost already am
One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man -
A spirit free to choose for my own share
What sort of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,
I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear,
Or anything but that vain animal,
Who is so proud of being rational.
His senses are too gross; and he'll contrive
A sixth, to contradict the other five;
And before certain instinct will prefer
Reason, which fifty times for one does err.
Reason, an ignis fatuus of the mind,
Which leaving light of nature, sense, behind,
Pathless and dangerous wand'ring ways it takes,
Through Error's fenny bogs and thorny brakes;
Whilst the misguided follower climbs with pain
Mountains of whimsey's, heaped in his own brain;
Stumbling from thought to thought, falls headlong down,
Into Doubt's boundless sea where, like to drown,
Books bear him up awhile, and make him try
To swim with bladders of Philosophy;
In hopes still to o'ertake the escaping light;
The vapour dances, in his dancing sight,
Till spent, it leaves him to eternal night.
Then old age and experience, hand in hand,
Lead him to death, make him to understand,
After a search so painful, and so long,
That all his life he has been in the wrong:
Huddled In dirt the reasoning engine lies,
Who was so proud, so witty, and so wise.
Pride drew him in, as cheats their bubbles catch,
And made him venture; to be made a wretch.
His wisdom did has happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And Wit was his vain, frivolous pretence
Of pleasing others, at his own expense.
For wits are treated just like common whores,
First they're enjoyed, and then kicked out of doors;
The pleasure past, a threatening doubt remains,
That frights th' enjoyer with succeeding pains:
Women and men of wit are dangerous tools,
And ever fatal to admiring fools.
Pleasure allures, and when the fops escape,
'Tis not that they're beloved, but fortunate,
And therefore what they fear, at heart they hate:
But now, methinks some formal band and beard
Takes me to task; come on sir, I'm prepared:
"Then by your Favour, anything that's writ
Against this jibing, jingling knack called Wit
Likes me abundantly: but you take care
Upon this point not to be too severe.
Perhaps my Muse were fitter for this part,
For I profess I can be very smart
On Wit, which I abhor with all my heart;
I long to lash it in some sharp essay,
But your grand indiscretion bids me stay,
And turns my tide of ink another way.
What rage Torments in your degenerate mind,
To make you rail at reason, and mankind
Blessed glorious man! To whom alone kind heaven
An everlasting soul hath freely given;
Whom his great maker took such care to make,
That from himself he did the image take;
And this fair frame in shining reason dressed,
To dignify his nature above beast.
Reason, by whose aspiring influence
We take a flight beyond material sense,
Dive into mysteries, then soaring pierce
The flaming limits of the universe,
Search heaven and hell, Find out what's acted there,
And give the world true grounds of hope and fear."
Hold mighty man, I cry, all this we know,
From the pathetic pen of Ingelo;
From Patrlck's Pilgrim, Sibbes' Soliloquies,
And 'tis this very reason I despise,
This supernatural gift that makes a mite
Think he's an image of the infinite;
Comparing his short life, void of all rest,
To the eternal, and the ever-blessed.
This busy, pushing stirrer-up of doubt,
That frames deep mysteries, then finds them out;
Filling with frantic crowds of thinking fools
The reverend bedlam's, colleges and schools;
Borne on whose wings each heavy sot can pierce
The limits of the boundless universe;
So charming ointments make an old witch fly,
And bear a crippled carcass through the sky.
'Tis the exalted power whose business lies
In nonsense and impossibilities.
This made a whimsical philosopher
Before the spacious world his tub prefer,
And we have modern cloistered coxcombs, who
Retire to think 'cause they have nought to do.
But thoughts are given for action's government;
Where action ceases, thought's impertinent:
Our sphere of action is life's happiness,
And he that thinks beyond thinks like an ass.
Thus, whilst against false reasoning I inveigh.
I own right reason, which I would obey:
That reason which distinguishes by sense,
And gives us rules of good and ill from thence;
That bounds desires. with a reforming will
To keep 'em more in vigour, not to kill. -
Your reason hinders, mine helps to enjoy,
Renewing appetites yours would destroy.
My reason is my friend, yours is a cheat,
Hunger calls out, my reason bids me eat;
Perversely. yours your appetite does mock:
This asks for food, that answers, 'what's o'clock'
This plain distinction, sir, your doubt secures,
'Tis not true reason I despise, but yours.
Thus I think reason righted, but for man,
I'll ne'er recant, defend him if you can:
For all his pride, and his philosophy,
'Tis evident: beasts are in their own degree
As wise at least, and better far than he.
Those creatures are the wisest who attain. -
By surest means. the ends at which they aim.
If therefore Jowler finds and kills the hares,
Better than Meres supplies committee chairs;
Though one's a statesman, th' other but a hound,
Jowler in justice would be wiser found.
You see how far man's wisdom here extends.
Look next if human nature makes amends;
Whose principles are most generous and just,
- And to whose morals you would sooner trust:
Be judge yourself, I'll bring it to the test,
Which is the basest creature, man or beast
Birds feed on birds, beasts on each other prey,
But savage man alone does man betray:
Pressed by necessity; they kill for food,
Man undoes man, to do himself no good.
With teeth and claws, by nature armed, they hunt
Nature's allowance, to supply their want.
But man, with smiles, embraces. friendships. Praise,
Inhumanely his fellow's life betrays;
With voluntary pains works his distress,
Not through necessity, but wantonness.
For hunger or for love they bite, or tear,
Whilst wretched man is still in arms for fear.
For fear he arms, and is of arms afraid:
From fear, to fear, successively betrayed.
Base fear, the source whence his best passions came.
His boasted honour, and his dear-bought fame.
The lust of power, to whom he's such a slave,
And for the which alone he dares be brave;
To which his various projects are designed,
Which makes him generous, affable, and kind.
For which he takes such pains to be thought wise,
And screws his actions, in a forced disguise;
Leads a most tedious life in misery,
Under laborious, mean hypocrisy.
Look to the bottom of his vast design,
Wherein man's wisdom, power, and glory join:
The good he acts. the ill he does endure.
'Tis all from fear, to make himself secure.
Merely for safety after fame they thirst,
For all men would be cowards if they durst.
And honesty's against all common sense,
Men must be knaves, 'tis in their own defence.
Mankind's dishonest: if you think it fair
Among known cheats to play upon the square,
You'll be undone.
Nor can weak truth your reputation save,
The knaves will all agree to call you knave.
Wronged shall he live, insulted o'er, oppressed,
Who dares be less a villain than the rest.
Thus sir, you see what human nature craves,
Most men are cowards, all men should be knaves;
The difference lies, as far as I can see.
Not in the thing itself, but the degree;
And all the subject matter of debate
Is only, who's a knave of the first rate
All this with indignation have I hurled
At the pretending part of the proud world,
Who, swollen with selfish vanity, devise,
False freedoms, holy cheats, and formal lies,
Over their fellow slaves to tyrannise.
But if in Court so just a man there be,
(In Court, a just man - yet unknown to me)
Who does his needful flattery direct
Not to oppress and ruin, but protect:
Since flattery, which way soever laid,
Is still a tax: on that unhappy trade.
If so upright a statesman you can find,
Whose passions bend to his unbiased mind,
Who does his arts and policies apply
To raise his country, not his family;
Nor while his pride owned avarice withstands,
Receives close bribes, from friends corrupted hands.
Is there a churchman who on God relies
Whose life, his faith and doctrine justifies
Not one blown up, with vain prelatic pride,
Who for reproofs of sins does man deride;
Whose envious heart makes preaching a pretence
With his obstreperous, saucy eloquence,
To chide at kings, and rail at men of sense;
Who from his pulpit vents more peevlsh lies,
More bitter railings, scandals, calumnies,
Than at a gossiping are thrown about
When the good wives get drunk, and then fall out.
None of that sensual tribe, whose talents lie
In avarice, pride, sloth, and gluttony.
Who hunt good livings; but abhor good lives,
Whose lust exalted, to that height arrives,
They act adultery with their own wives.
And ere a score of years completed be,
Can from the loftiest pulpit proudly see,
Half a large parish their own progeny.
Nor doting bishop, who would be adored
For domineering at the Council board;
A greater fop, in business at fourscore,
Fonder of serious toys, affected more,
Than the gay, glittering fool at twenty proves,
With all his noise, his tawdry clothes and loves.
But a meek, humble man, of honest sense,
Who preaching peace does practise continence;
Whose pious life's a proof he does believe
Mysterious truths which no man can conceive.
If upon Earth there dwell such god-like men,
I'll here recant my paradox to them,
Adores those shrines of virtue, homage pay,
And with the rabble world their laws obey.
If such there are, yet grant me this at least,
Man differs more from man than man from beast.
A Satyre Against Mankind Summary and Analysis
John Wilmot's poem stages itself as a furious debate with an imagined defender of human dignity, but the real target is not humanity as a whole so much as the vanity, self-deception, and social hypocrisy he sees dominating it. The poem begins with a comic fantasy of escaping the human condition entirely and moving down the ladder of creatures, because animals seem freer and more honest than people who boast about reason while wandering into error. From there, the argument widens: reason is treated as a brilliant nuisance, wit as a social trick, and learned confidence as a polished form of confusion.
The poem is shaped like a rhetorical contest. After attacking mankind, the poet pauses to let the opponent speak in defense of reason, providence, and human superiority; then he answers by redefining reason as something practical and appetite-serving rather than lofty and abstract. That distinction matters, because the poem does not reject all judgment, only the proud, speculative kind that claims too much for itself. The ending sharpens the poem's bitterness: beasts at least act directly, while people hide fear, greed, ambition, and self-interest behind moral language. Even so, the final concession is revealing. Wilmot leaves room for rare examples of goodness, but only by insisting that true virtue is exceptional and that ordinary mankind is more divided, corrupt, and theatrical than it admits.
Tone in A Satyre Against Mankind
Wilmot's tone is mocking, abrasive, and contemptuous, but it is also controlled enough to sound intellectually in command. He writes like someone delighting in demolition, using wit as a weapon against the very people who pride themselves on wit and reason. The mood for the reader is sharper and less playful: the poem creates a restless atmosphere of suspicion, where civic virtue, scholarship, religion, and even morality seem vulnerable to exposure as disguises. Yet the poem's swagger also gives it a kind of comic vitality, so the bitterness comes wrapped in energy and verbal brilliance.
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Themes in A Satyre Against Mankind
- Human hypocrisy - The poem repeatedly attacks the gap between what people claim to be and what they actually do, especially in public life, religion, and politics.
- Reason versus instinct - Wilmot does not reject intelligence altogether, but he mocks abstract reason when it pulls people away from plain sense, appetite, and lived experience.
- Fear as a motive - Many of the poem's harshest claims suggest that human conduct is driven less by noble principle than by fear, which produces cowardice, ambition, and dishonesty.
- Critique of social institutions - Courts, churches, schools, and learned culture appear as places where vanity and self-interest hide behind respectable language.
- Man's inferiority to beasts - Animals are presented as more straightforward, often wiser, and at least less self-deceiving than human beings.
- Skepticism about wit and learning - Cleverness, books, and philosophy are treated as unstable substitutes for truth, often making people more confused rather than more enlightened.
Literary Devices in A Satyre Against Mankind
- Satire - The entire poem depends on ridicule, exposing human pride by exaggerating its absurdity and turning solemn claims into targets of mockery.
- Heroic couplets - The tightly paired rhyming lines give the argument a polished, forceful momentum that suits the poem's cutting, epigrammatic style.
- Extended metaphor - Human reason is imagined as a misleading light, a dangerous climb, or a failed voyage, making intellectual pride seem physically precarious.
- Irony - The poem praises beasts, then reverses expected values by suggesting they may be wiser than people, creating a sharp contrast with conventional moral language.
- Invective - Wilmot uses direct, biting denunciation against hypocrisy, vanity, and pretension, giving the poem its aggressive energy.
- Rhetorical questioning - Questions and imagined objections help the poem feel like a live debate, while also letting the poet control and dismantle opposing views.
- Hyperbole - Exaggeration makes the satire sting harder, especially when all mankind is reduced to cowardice, deceit, or foolishness.
- Parody - The poem echoes the language of moral and philosophical argument only to undercut it, mocking the confidence of those who speak loftily about human greatness.
Symbolism in A Satyre Against Mankind
- Beasts and animals - Dogs, monkeys, bears, hounds, birds, and other animals symbolize a more natural existence, one less burdened by self-consciousness and pretension.
- Reason - Reason functions as a symbol of human pride and overreaching intellect, especially when it becomes detached from sense and practical life.
- Books and philosophy - These stand for learning that may keep doubt afloat for a time, but cannot finally rescue human beings from confusion.
- Courts - The court symbolizes polished corruption, where flattery and policy serve self-interest rather than justice.
- The church and pulpit - Religious offices symbolize institutional hypocrisy when they are used for ambition, pride, and social performance instead of genuine devotion.
- Fear - Fear becomes a symbolic engine of human behavior, explaining power, honor, and even moral posturing as forms of self-protection.
Historical Context of A Satyre Against Mankind
John Wilmot wrote within the Restoration world, a literary culture that often favored social satire, skepticism, and polished couplets. Court life, religious controversy, and political maneuvering all shaped the period's fascination with appearances versus reality, and this poem reflects that atmosphere by attacking public virtue as a mask for self-interest.
The poem also belongs to a long tradition of satiric debate about human nature, from classical moral writing to later neoclassical skepticism. Its attack on reason and its preference for plain sense over abstraction fit a broader seventeenth-century unease about philosophical confidence, while its treatment of courts and clergy reflects the era's distrust of institutions that claimed authority over conscience and conduct.
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