Alexander Pope

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.

How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.

I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.

I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.