Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Alexander PopeOn her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
Alexander PopeSlave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Alexander PopeOn her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
Alexander Pope