Alexander Pope

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.

Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.

Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.

Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Never find fault with the absent.

Never find fault with the absent.