Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
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'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
Is it less strange the prodigal should waste
His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
Heaven forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend,
Bids each read more
Heaven forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend,
Bids each on other for assistance call,
Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
