Alexander Pope

He's armed without that's innocent within.

He's armed without that's innocent within.

Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme,
The air-built castle, and the golden dream,
The maid's romantic read more

Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme,
The air-built castle, and the golden dream,
The maid's romantic wish, the chemist's flame,
And poet's vision of eternal fame.

One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?

How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?

In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.

In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.