Alexander Pope

Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?

Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we read more

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where tho' all things differ, all agree.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.