Alexander Pope

Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.

Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

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.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!