Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
And not a vanity is given in vain.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.
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!
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
Of fight or fly,
This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
Of fight or fly,
This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
