Alexander Pope

Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.

Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
Of crooked counsels and dark politics.

Constant at Church and 'Change; his gains were sure;
His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.

Constant at Church and 'Change; his gains were sure;
His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.

Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire.

Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire.

Of fight or fly,
This choice is left ye, to resist or die.

Of fight or fly,
This choice is left ye, to resist or die.

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.