Alexander Pope

. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews read more

. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

At length corruption, like a general flood
(So long by watchful ministers withstood),
Shall deluge all; and read more

At length corruption, like a general flood
(So long by watchful ministers withstood),
Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.

Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?

Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?