Alexander Pope

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

T'is education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

One science only will one genius fit: So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Never elated when one man 's oppress'd; Never dejected while another 's bless'd.

O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.