Alexander Pope

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.

Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.

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?

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?