Alexander Pope

But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

But if
We have such another victory, we are undone.

But if
We have such another victory, we are undone.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?