Alexander Pope Quotes - Page 19

Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God?
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
Ye gods, annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.