Alexander Pope

Richard Savage, in The Wanderer (1729) 26-27.

Let Envy, he replied, all-ireful rise,
Envy pursues alone the Brave, and Wise;
MARO, and SOCRATES inspire her Pain,
And POPE, the Monarch of the tuneful Train;
To whom be Nature's, and Britannia's Praise!
All their bright Honours rush into his Lays!
And all that glorious Warmth his Lays reveal,
Which only Poets, Kings, and Patriots feel!
Tho' gay as Mirth, as curious Thought sedate,
As Elegance polite, as Pow'r elate;
Profound as Reason, and as Justice clear;
Soft as Compassion; yet as Truth severe;
As Bounty copious, as Persuasion sweet,
Like Nature various, and like Art complete;
So fine her Morals, so sublime her Views,
His Life is almost equall'd by his Muse.

O POPE! — Since Envy is decreed by Fate,
Since she pursues alone the Wise, and Great;
In one small, emblematic Landscape see,
How vast a Distance 'twixt thy Foe, and Thee!
Truth from an Eminence surveys our Scene,
(A Hill, where all is clear, and all serene.)
Rude, earth-bred Storms o'er meaner Valleys blow,
And wand'ring Mists roll, black'ning, far below;
Dark, and debas'd, like them, is Envy's Aim,
And clear, and eminent, like Truth, thy Fame.