Alexander Pope

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms read more

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
But like a shadow, proves the substance true.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
But like a shadow, proves the substance true.

Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields read more

Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?

In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.

In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.