Alexander Pope

'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?

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

"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.