Alexander Pope

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.

It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]

It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]

To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.

To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, read more

We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of
our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our
naked skins.