Alexander Pope

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The younger disease, read more

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death,
The younger disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.