Alexander Pope

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
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'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
Is it less strange the prodigal should waste
His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.