Alexander Pope

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.

What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
read more

What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire.
Is this too little?

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.

Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, read more

Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.