Alexander Pope, a true poet and humorist, sometimes dropped into sheer nonsense, and often into satirical epigrammatic writing.
For some inexplicable reason, certain commentators have denied any sense of humor to Pope, but the following extracts refute this:
LINES BY A PERSON OF QUALITY
Fluttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o’er my heart,
I a slave in thy dominions,
Nature must give way to art.
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o’er your flocks,
See my weary days consuming,