Alexander Pope

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!

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.

Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.

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.

I have more zeal than wit.

I have more zeal than wit.