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.

So obliging that he ne'er obliged.

So obliging that he ne'er obliged.

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style.
Amaze th' learn'd, and make the learned smile.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style.
Amaze th' learn'd, and make the learned smile.

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we read more

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where tho' all things differ, all agree.