Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields read more
Where stray ye, Muses! in what lawn or grove,
. . . .
In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
For fools admire, but me of sense approve.
For fools admire, but me of sense approve.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
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.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Our rural ancestors with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg'd the day read more
Our rural ancestors with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain,
With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
To be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;
But thinks, admitted read more
To be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Go wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense
Weigh thy opinion against Providence.
