Alexander Pope: Minor poems | ||
IV. EPITAPH
On James Moore Smythe .
Here lyes what had nor Birth, nor Shape, nor Fame;No Gentleman! no man! no-thing! no name!
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More, shrunk to Smith—and Smith's no name at all.
Yet dye thou can'st not, Phantom, oddly fated:
For how can no-thing be annihilated?
Ex nihilo nihil fit.
Alexander Pope: Minor poems | ||