Alexander Pope

Be niggards of advice on no pretense;
For the worst avarice is that of sense.

Be niggards of advice on no pretense;
For the worst avarice is that of sense.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold--
For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.