Alexander Pope

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.

He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more

He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.

Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.

Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?