Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
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Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthened every shade.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam:
Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
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.
Form'd by thy converse, happily steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
Form'd by thy converse, happily steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
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.
