Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
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Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms,
Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
