Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
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.
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole;
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Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole;
How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug,
And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
