Alexander Pope

Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
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Thus sung the shepherds till 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 lengthened every shade.

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.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.

Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend,
A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.