Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields read more
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
In death a hero, as in life a friend!.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Of fight or fly,
This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
Of fight or fly,
This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The younger disease, read more
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The younger disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish read more
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
