Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke read more
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
