Alexander Pope

Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.

Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.

And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too.

And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too.

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.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.

Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.