The Index

"Studious he sate, with all his books around,

Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound;

Plunged for his sense, but found no bottom there;

Then wrote, and flounder'd on, in mere despair."

—Pope.


The Reader (loquiter).

"Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door;

Sir, let me see your works and you no more!"

—Pope.