Alexander Pope

Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name.

Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool read more

Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool consistent, and the false sincere;
Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.