For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read. — Alexander Pope
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies. — Alexander Pope
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be. — Alexander Pope
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell’s grim tyrant feel th’ eternal wound. — Alexander Pope
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend. — Alexander Pope
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all! — Alexander Pope
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor. — Alexander Pope