For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.
Alexander PopeIf I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!
Alexander PopeThus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Alexander PopeDear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.
Alexander Pope