Alexander Pope

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.

Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving read more

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!

The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely blest.

The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely blest.