"But when no Prelate's Lawn with Hair-shirt lin'd, / Is half so incoherent as my Mind, / When (each Opinion with the next at strife, / One ebb and flow of follies all my Life) / I plant, root up, I build, and then confound, / Turn round to square, and square again to round."
The First Epistle of the First Book of Horace Imitated
See <u>The Poems of Alexander Pope</u>, ed. John Butt (New Haven: Yale University Press, 1963), 624-34.
