Alexander Pope

"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Desset is not so pleasant:
Give me read more

"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Desset is not so pleasant:
Give me again my hollow Tree,
A Crust of Bread, and Liberty."

Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.

Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.

Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.

Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.

Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.