Alexander Pope

How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?

How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke read more

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.