Alexander Pope Quote

Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd,
And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

Line 45. Compare Pope's The Odyssey of Homer, Book XVIII, line 269. - The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope (1717) - Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady