Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Natures God. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Natures God. – Alexander Pope
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reservd to blame, or to commend,
A timrous foe, and a suspicious friend. – Alexander Pope
Extremes in nature equal ends produce In man they join to some mysterious use. – Alexander Pope