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.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.

'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.

Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.

Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.

There are, to whom my satire seems too bold;
Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,
And something read more

There are, to whom my satire seems too bold;
Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough,
And something said of Chartres much too rough.