Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
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Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
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Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool consistent, and the false sincere;
Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
