Alexander Pope

Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole;
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Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole;
How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug,
And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug.

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?

Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.

Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
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Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool consistent, and the false sincere;
Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.