Alexander Pope

No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain read more

No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n;
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.

'Tis education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.

'Tis education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his read more

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
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In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
One speaks the glory of the British queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.