Alexander Pope

By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.

By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
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But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?

Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
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Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?
Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.