Alexander Pope

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

. . . 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.

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not read more

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

For fools admire, but me of sense approve.

For fools admire, but me of sense approve.