Alexander Pope

And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.

Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.

Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.

Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.

Reason, however able, cool at best,
Cares not for service, or but serves when prest,
Stays till read more

Reason, however able, cool at best,
Cares not for service, or but serves when prest,
Stays till we call, and then not often near.

Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.