Alexander Pope

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we read more

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where tho' all things differ, all agree.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.

Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.