Alexander Pope

To err is human; to forgive, divine. -Alexander Pope.

To err is human; to forgive, divine. -Alexander Pope.

The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

. . . 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.

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.