The man forget not, though in rags he lies,And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
If solid happiness we prize,Within our breast this jewel lies,And they are fools who roam.The world has nothing to bestow;From our own selves our joys must flow,And that dear hut, our home.nathaniel cotton
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.Alexander Pope
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies,And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies.How are the mighty fallen!Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears,Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears:Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaimIn heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shameLest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe,With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.william somervile
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