Alexander Pope

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?

In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?

And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.