Alexander Pope

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.

And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.

And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.