John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Alexander Pope. (16881744) 3586
How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
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The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
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Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it.
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To happy convents bosomd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
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Led by my hand, he saunterd Europe round, And gatherd every vice on Christian ground.
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Judicious drank, and greatly daring dind.
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Stretchd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness.
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Een Palinurus nodded at the helm.
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Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restord, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
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