Alexander Pope

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

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.

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.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.