Alexander Pope

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.

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.

And solid pudding against empty praise.

And solid pudding against empty praise.

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.