Alexander Pope

Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.

Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Our rural ancestors with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg'd the day read more

Our rural ancestors with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain,
With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.

And not a vanity is given in vain.

And not a vanity is given in vain.