Alexander Pope

But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more

But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
All read more

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.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.