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Alexander Pope
(1688–1744)
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A manly Form; a bold, yet modest mind
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
B
Behold the woes of matrimonial life
But anxious cares the pensive nymph opprest
C
Close by those meads, for ever crown’d with flowers
F
Father of All! in every Age
H
Happy the man, whose wish and care
How much, egregious Moor, are we
I
In that soft season, when descending showers
In these deep solitudes and awful cells
K
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
N
Not with more glories, in th’ ethereal plain
O
Oh Happiness! our being’s end and aim!
S
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears
Shut, shut the door, good John!’ fatigued, I said
T
There liv’d in Lombardy, as authors write
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats
To thee, sweet Fop, these Lines I send
W
What dire offence from am’rous causes springs
While maudlin Whigs deplor’d their Cato’s Fate