Alexander Pope

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

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.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.

The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.