Alexander Pope

Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.

Form'd by thy converse, happily steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

Form'd by thy converse, happily steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.

Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.

Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.