POPE.
Since my old friend is grown so great,
As to be Minister of State,
I'm told, but 'tis not true, I hope,
That Craggs will be ashamed of Pope.
CRAGGS.
Alas! if I am such a creature,
To grow the worse for growing greater;
Why, faith, in spite of all my brags,
'Tis Pope must be ashamed of Craggs.
A Dialogue.
Alexander Pope
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Poem topics: faith, friend, hope, great, true, creature, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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