Then Marble Soften'd Into Life Grew Warm, And Yielding, Soft Metal Flow'd To Human Form.

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Then marble soften'd into life grew warm,
And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace, Epistle i, Book ii, Line 147

Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Who says in verse what others say in prose.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.
Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Then Marble Soften'd Into Life Grew Warm, And Yielding, Soft Metal Flow'd To Human Form.

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