Alexander Pope

Obliged by hunger and request of friends.

Obliged by hunger and request of friends.

To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
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Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we read more

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where tho' all things differ, all agree.