Alexander Pope

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.

But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short read more

But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short in human wit.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.