Alexander Pope

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more

But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.

What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.

Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.