Alexander Pope

To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a thousand years ago.

The blest to-day is as completely so,
As who began a thousand years ago.

Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
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Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?
Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?

Health consists with Temperance alone.

Health consists with Temperance alone.

Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.

Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.