Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Alexander PopeThe grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
Alexander Pope