Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
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All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is is right.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Others import yet nobler arts from France,
Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
Others import yet nobler arts from France,
Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Good-nature and good-sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Good-nature and good-sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
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Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
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Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Never find fault with the absent.
Never find fault with the absent.