Alexander Pope

Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in read more

Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

"Pray take them, Sir,--Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."

"Pray take them, Sir,--Enough's a Feast;
Eat some, and pocket up the rest."

And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

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.