And die of nothing but a rage to live - Alexander Pope

Consult the genius of the place in all;
That tells the waters or to rise, or fall;
Or helps th' ambitious hill the heav'ns to scale,
Or scoops in circling theatres the vale;
Calls in the country, catches opening glades,
Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades,
Now breaks, or now directs, th' intending lines;
Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs.

But why insult the poor, affront the great?'
A knave's a knave, to me, in every state.

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...