Alexander Pope

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep,
And all the western world believe and sleep.

See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep,
And all the western world believe and sleep.

Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in read more

Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.