Alexander Pope

What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things.

What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

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?

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, read more

We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of
our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our
naked skins.